Hey guys,
Well I finally finished my entry to the Brotherhood of Makuta topic, but to be quite honest, I’m not very fond of this one. Anyway, here it is.
This is the previous version of this MOC so the bio/short story I post here is a bit of a prequel to that one. which I would recommend reading, as well 
It was another usual day. Wake up, spawn some kraata, and
torment the local prisoners; not much seemed to happen since the completion of “the
plan”. A few matoran rebellions. All boring. A few old toa on the loose. Amusing,
yes, but hardly alarming. “Nothing happens anymore.” Tak sighed, walking to the
laboratory “Isn’t it all great?”
Tak was, in fact, the only one on Destral enjoying the peace
and quiet. Ever since losing his arms and wings against a toa of magnetism, he
enjoyed the simple things in life. Things like torturing the prior mentioned
captives and “experimenting” on rahi.
Using his telekinetic abilities, he flung open the laboratory
door. His replacement arms were useless, they were made without thumbs as a
prank and Tak was too afraid to demand better ones. He walked over to a long
table with a large beast strapped to it. Four legs, two eyes, a gaping mouth;
nothing too out of the ordinary. However, its point of interest was not
external. The creature wouldn’t die. Scalpel wounds, laser vision and gravity compaction
all proved useless. However, today would be its last. Grabbing it with telekinesis,
Tak slashed the straps, bonding it to the table. He focused his power on two
side of the beast and pulled. The Rahi
made no noises of pain, or motions indicating that he was being pulled apart.
Finally he split and fell to the grown, already starting to
heal. The perplexed makuta walk over to the beast. Halfway buried in the creature’s
insides was a gray jagged looking mask. Tak pulled it out. Suddenly, the rahi
let out a terrible wail and died, not wholly healed from his recent altercation.
The mask started to glow, but the light was cold and cruel. Its face gazed with
malevolence, the jagged edges curved like talons.
Tak shuddered, the mask was alive. Alive and evil. Carrying the
mask, he ran to a crevasse in the wall, shoved it in and cast an illusion over
it, making the crack disappear. “I’ll figure this out later,” Tak said, quickly
scurrying out of the room. It’s impossible for masks to move, but if they could
this one would be laughing.
