Hmm, I hadn’t considered that. He was able to fly with four people, including Brutaka, but none of them are really a brute like Axonn is. I added a line saying that he had difficulty lifting Axonn, since I feel it’s something that should be acknowledged.
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Oh, I actually forgot that flight from Artidax. Then that’s not really the case. Also, because of that line, there is “a bit” two times in a row in two sentences. 
I think the lizard teleportation part was too much exposition for my taste. I’m not a writer, so I don’t know how to fix it, but that my humble opinion.
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noted, and fixed.
That’s honestly fair. There’s a few things here that were mentioned in Greg answers but not in the story proper, like Brutaka being able to teleport, and the different types of teleportation. So if you’re an avid follower of canon, it’s probably some stuff you would already know, even though no story has mentioned it. Ideally, it would be mentioned throughout the story as it was relevant, but it wound up all being relevant at once.
On the plus side, now that the lizards are an established threat, I’ve no need to give further exposition about them later.
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Oh! Wait! This probably wouldn’t end up happening for some time, but it would be real nice to see Takanuva and Jaller reunite and catch up. I know BS01 says the Toa Mahri and Takanuva fought the Kardas Dragon together, but this statement from Greg seems to suggest otherwise: Official Greg Dialogue | Page 155. This could imply they never crossed paths and we never saw what would have been such a great moment, anyways.
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that’s an excellent idea. I won’t make any promises, since I don’t know how the story will play out with these characters, but that’s definitely under consideration.
Chapter 4
After all this time, all her struggles for power, Tuyet was not going to be taken out by a bear, of all things.
She had to admit that the bear had gotten the drop on her – quite literally, falling from the trees and grabbing her arm. When she’d thrown it free, it had taken her bag, and the powerful stone nestled inside. Now the creature was in-between her and the bag, and it wasn’t going to let her pass so easily.
She spent a few seconds swinging her sword around, trying to keep it at bay, before she remembered that she didn’t have to go around it at all. Her mask glowed, and she turned intangible, approaching the bear. When it attacked, its claws simply passed through harmlessly.
At least, she expected them to pass through harmlessly. Instead, she heard a loud snap, and felt a surge of energy zapping her body where the claw went through. Caught by surprise, she stumbled backwards. Another claw hit her, zapping her again, and she started to lose focus on her mask power. She began to rematerialize… right as her intangible body was passing through a tree. She cried out in pain as her body started to fuse with the tree.
The bear, however, didn’t let up. It lunged forward, slamming into the tree, cracking it. With great effort, Tuyet broke free, part of the tree still stuck to her. One of the limbs smacked the bear in the back of the head, stunning it.
Fueled by fear and pain, Tuyet found the strength to crawl along the ground. The bear recovered, and whirled to attack again. Tuyet collapsed, her fingers brushing against the handle of her bag. The bear leapt toward her. She yanked the bag toward her, and reached out with her other arm. The bear landed on her back, its power crackling against her armor.
Her hand closed around the Nui Stone.
A surge of energy flowed through her, and a blast of water slammed into the bear, sending it flying high into the air. Hopefully, if it survived, it would land far, far away.
As powerful as the stone was, though, it could do nothing for the pain of being forcibly fused with part of a tree. Every movement hurt, parts of her body weren’t working right. With the danger posed by the bear gone, her surge of adrenaline faded, and she blacked out.
At first, Brutaka’s rapidly spinning blade and blasts of energy protected Hafu from the lizards. Then Brutaka had to turn the blade to defend his back, and the lizards took the opportunity to leap in. One grabbed onto Hafu’s leg, and he kicked it away; another grabbed his shoulder, its claws finding a chink in the armor and digging into the tissue underneath. Hafu grunted in pain as be ripped it off, only for two more to grab his other arm.
Suddenly, a loud humming noise filled the air. The lizards all stopped attacking and started shaking and screeching in pain. Then, they fled, disappearing back into the jungle. Shortly after they left, the humming noise died down.
Hafu glanced up at Brutaka. “Nice trick,” he said.
Brutaka was staring around the forest. “That wasn’t us.”
“It was me.”
Brutaka and Hafu whirled to see a green-armored warrior, looking like a Toa but not, wielding a strange type of weapon that Hafu didn’t recognize. The warrior was followed by a group of beings who were like Matoran but not, clad in a variety of brown, grey, and blue armor. Strangely, their armor was mixed with plant life, as if they were trying to become a part of the jungle itself.
“A… Matoran,” the warrior said. “I never… thought I… would see one again.” His speech was halting, uncertain, as if he had to think of the words he needed in order to speak.
Then he turned to look at Brutaka, and his eyes widened. “Brutaka?”
Brutaka narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “You know us… me?”
“Of course I know Brutaka,” the warrior said, anger seeping into his voice. “You’re the one who ended my old life.”
Flying over the jungle, Miserix heard a faint humming noise from off to his left. He turned toward the noise, but seconds after it started, it vanished again.
“Interesting,” he muttered to no one in particular. He tried to recall anything about Brutaka having any sonic abilities. Even if it wasn’t Brutaka, perhaps it was whoever had blown up the tower. Miserix intended to have a few words with that being… if the would-be murderer survived his wrath, that is.
Flying over the forest, he caught a glimpse of movement, and came in for a landing. As he crashed through the tree tops, he heard shouts of surprise and panic, and saw Brutaka and the Po-Matoran, along with a group of people he didn’t recognize, who were clearly frightened by his draconic form.
He came in for a landing next to Brutaka. “Found you,” he said. “So, are these guys friends, or foes?”
“Miserix,” Brutaka chided, as if he were lecturing a child. “You shouldn’t go around scaring people like that. That’s no way for the leader of the Makuta to act.”
“It’s the way Teridax acts,” Miserix shot back. “And I will not be told how to act by you. Now, if you’re done talking to the natives, your allies are looking for you, so we’d best be–”
“Miserix?” one of the warriors interrupted.
Miserix glanced at the green-armored warrior, wondering for a second why this strange being had uttered his name. Then, suddenly, he felt a spark of recognition: he’d seen this warrior before, a long time ago. It took him a moment to figure out who this warrior was, but when he did, his eyes widened.
“Makuta Clanik?” he exclaimed, incredulous.
The warrior smiled. “Clanik, yes, but Makuta no more, I’m afraid. It is good to see you again, Brotherhood leader.”
Author’s notes: the character and story of Clanik was created by user Racie02, as part of the Brotherhood of Makuta community project. I’ve included many of the Brotherhood Project Makuta in my unposted stories, but since I’m posting this one I got Racie’s permission. Clanik’s backstory fit so perfectly into this story.
Pics are gone from the topic, but luckily since I was helping with the Brotherhood Project I have pics of most of the Makuta saved, so here’s the original moc of Clanik, if you want to see what I was going off of.
Summary
Also, yay for a cliffhanger that doesn’t have Hafu in some kind of danger. Don’t worry, he’ll be in danger again soon.
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Ooo, well this is quite interesting indeed. I keep checking this topic right as you post somehow, and it helps keep the cliffhangers at bay. 
A new Makuta… former Makuta? is definitely not something I expected to see.
Chapter 5
Millennia ago…
Clanik didn’t really know why he’d volunteered for this mission. Maybe he wanted to see the world, instead of being cooped up in Destral all the time. Or maybe he was just bored, and wanted to do something besides creating Rahi. He liked creating Rahi, but no being could do the same thing every day for their whole life without getting bored eventually.
Not that this mission was anything particularly exciting or dangerous. The ecosystem on one of the islands near Destral had been out of whack lately, with the herbivorous Rahi dissapearing quicker than normal. Clanik was supposed to investigate the cause, figure out if some new Rahi was source of the problem, or some change in the environment that the Rahi couldn’t cope with.
The job probably required a Makuta, but it could’ve been any Makuta. The only reason Clanik was sent was that he volunteered. He had an escort of Brotherhood agents, just in case they ran into a dangerous Rahi beast, as Clanik had no skills in combat. They didn’t really expect any trouble, though.
But trouble has a way of finding you when you least expect it.
Before they even got to one of the native village, they heard the sound of something crashing through the forest, heading their way. The soldiers in Clanik’s guard prepared for a fight, but they were not prepared for what was coming.
In seconds, a blur shot out of the forest, hitting one of the soldiers and felling him before anyone could react. Then it shot to a second target, a claw attack slashing through his chest armor, and then took down a third person before the soldiers could react.
Between attacks, Clanik got a glimpse of the creature. It appeared to be a Rahi, though not one he recognized. Still, if it was a Rahi, that gave Clanik a solution.
Clanik never liked using his Rahi Control powers. Most of the Rahi he created were friendly, peaceful creatures, not like the vicious beasts some of his brethren concocted. Still, he could control a single Rahi if he needed to.
Clanik reached out with his powers, and touched the Rahi’s mind. The creature attempted to resist this, and Clanik had to push harder. He hated using his powers to dominate another living being, but it had to be done.
As the beast struggled against Clanik’s power, one of the soldiers moved to kill it. “No!” Clanik cried. “Just restrain it.” The soldiers complied, using ropes to tie up the beast. Clanik gave one final push with his powers, and the beast collapsed into sleep. Still, though, it shuddered, straining against the ropes; something was bothering it badly.
The soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, and helped their brethren who had been attacked. Three of them had been badly wounded, but there were no casualties.
“There aren’t supposed to be any Rahi this dangerous here,” one of the soldiers pointed out.
Clanik nodded. He could tell by the beast’s claws and teeth that it was a predator, and it was clearly more powerful than the native Rahi would be able to cope with. It was no wonder they were disappearing so fast, with this thing around.
How did it get here? He knew some Makuta liked to create Rahi out in the field, rather than working on Destral. Perhaps a Makuta had made it, and then it escaped? Or perhaps it was more vicious than its creator had intended? Were there more here, or was it just this one?
Clanik sat down by the sleeping Rahi, studying it, trying to determine if its vicious nature was intentional or accidental, when he noticed it was glowing a faint yellow. That glow slowly increased, turning orange.
In a flash, Clanik recognized what was going on. He’d seen this before, a mistake from rookie Rahi creators. A certain mix of viruses, done correctly, could allow the Rahi to climatize, adapting to cold weather by heating up. Done incorrectly… The beast wasn’t on a rampage because it was vicious. It was on a rampage because it was trying to burn off the excess energy its body was building off. And now that it wasn’t moving…
“Get back!” Clanik cried, too late.
The Rahi exploded.
Brutaka had been sent from the local village to meet the entourage from the Brotherhood and guide them to the village. He was making his way to the shoreline, taking his time, not really in a hurry, when he heard the explosion, and started running.
By the time he got to the scene, there was little left but a massive fire. Brutaka grimaced, sure that nothing could’ve survived. So much for the Brotherhood’s entourage.
He wasn’t really sure why he did what he did next. He activated his mask, opening up a portal. The flames, the burning remains of Clanik and his entourage, were swallowed up, teleported somewhere very far away, where they’d probably never be found. It would likely confuse whoever came to investigate the incident, not finding the bodies of the Makuta and his crew. Brutaka realized that the thought of their confusion was… amusing.
Somehow, against all odds, Clanik survived.
The portal Brutaka had opened had dropped him and the still-raging fire into the middle of a forest, next to a group of people who quickly put out the fire, saving Clanik. He tried to thank them, but quickly discovered that they spoke a very different language, one he didn’t understand.
He had no idea where he was, no way to get back home. An experiment gone wrong a year ago had messed with his teleportation abilities, rendering them difficult to control. He could teleport to a space he could see, if he was careful, but beyond that, there was a high chance that things would go wrong.
So he stayed with the villagers, who nursed him back to health. In time, he started to learn their language, at least a little. He learned that they were Agori, and that this world was called Bota Magna. And when he heard of the ‘tower of the Great Being’, he’d practically leapt at the chance to find his way home.
The villagers had warned him. They said the tower was dangerous, that they Great Beings were dangerous. But he didn’t listen, of course. He thought of the Great Beings as these benevolent creators who would be all too happy to help him. And so, he went to the tower. And he learned why the villagers feared it.
No sooner had he gone in than he’d blacked out. He had only a vague memory of things after that, but it felt like being experimented on like the Rahi he used to make. When he finally awoke completely, his body had been drastically altered, all of his powers gone.
The villagers refused to accept him back after that, fearing him, thinking the Great Beings had turned him into a monster somehow. But he found new companions, a group of villagers from other tribes, who had been ostracized for various reasons of their own. He’d become a leader of sorts, of a tribe of exiles.
Eventually, he came to think of this new place as his home. And he actually grew to like it. It was peaceful, in a way his old home never was.
That is, until more people from his old home came to this world, and the peace exploded.
Author’s notes: this is an adaptation/expansion of the vague backstory given to Clanik originally; showing how Clanik went from just another Makuta to a leader of Agori on another world. And a bit of a hint to Brutaka’s “playful” nature, teleporting things where they don’t belong.
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Kapura probably just teleported.
We all know that’s definitely in his skill seT
Drop bear lore confirmed?
So were Clanik’s soldiers his own toa hagah?
I admit I hadn’t made the connection there.
Technically, no; this is during Miserix’s leadership, so the Toa Hagah aren’t a thing yet.
But they could be Toa; I hadn’t given any thought as to what they were, aside from “some kind of warrior.”
And if they were Toa protecting a Makuta, they would technically be “Toa Hagah”, though they likely wouldn’t be called that.
But they were only assigned to Clanik for this one mission.
Oh my Great Spirit - it is a picture of a character! I just like pictures in books. Might there be more?
Chapters are well done as always, can’t add anything here.
Probably not for a while; most of my Moccing attention is going to the canon contests right now. But who knows, I might just come up with an interesting character design that I just have to build.
Anyway, since I apparently forgot to post a chapter last night (darn it, there went my streak), here’s today’s chapter a bit early.
Chapter 6
Tuyet awoke to someone trying to move her. By instinct, she swung her arm at the attacker, then cried out in pain at the movement. The ‘attacker’ stumbled back in surprise.
“Woah!” the female warrior said. “You’re alive?”
Tuyet couldn’t understand the words, but she understood the tone. This new arrival was not a threat, but simply concerned and surprised.
Behind the warrior was another, this one male. He was holding something, which Tuyet realized was her satchel, and the Nui Stone was in his other hand.
“No!” she screamed, and sent a blast of water from her hand, knocking the stone from the surprised warrior’s hand. The female warrior scrambled back in surprise.
“What… how did you do that?” she stammered.
Tuyet tried to get to her feet, then cried out in pain and fell to the ground again. She reached out her hand and pointed at the Nui Stone, trying to gesture that she wanted it.
It seemed that the female understood. “You want this?” she said, picking up the red stone. Tuyet nodded, and the female brought her the stone. When it was in her hand, she felt the power from it, and it gave her the strength to stand, albeit uneasily.
“Easy there,” the female said. “You’re badly hurt. I’m surprised you survived. Most of the Jungle Lord’s victims don’t.”
“Careful, Melea,” the male said. “She’s powerful. She’s not the Element lord of Water, but she may have some connection to him.”
“I think she’s one of the new ones from the south we’ve heard about,” Melea replied. “But whoever she is, she needs help. I’m not just going to leave her here to die.”
Her male companion grunted. “Fine. But if the Earth Lord gets mad at us for helping her, it’s on your head, not mine.”
“I can accept that,” Melea replied, reaching out to help Tuyet stand.
Tuyet still couldn’t understand what the warriors were saying, but she understood that they wanted to help her. And though she didn’t want to admit it, she needed the help right now. Reluctantly, she leaned on the shoulders of the two warriors, and let them carry her off into the woods.
After Clanik had finished his story, Miserix stared at him, at a loss for words for a moment. Finally, he said, “We looked for you, you know. Teridax, in particular, was frustrated by your disappearance.”
Then the Brotherhood leader turned to Brutaka. “And you,” he growled, “you’re one of the people we sent looking for him, and you knew where he was the whole time. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“We-- I thought he had died,” Brutaka explained, not flinching in the face of Miserix’s ire. “It would’ve ruined the joke if I said what happened to his body. That, and I… didn’t exactly know where I’d sent him. I imagined a distant forest, and I guess the mask sent him here.”
Brutaka turned to Clanik. “There’s one thing we still don’t understand,” he said. “That weapon you used to chase off the lizards – where did you get it?”
Clanik held up the strange device. “One of the soldiers in my employ had it, and it managed to survive the fire. I think it’s supposed to stop people from teleporting or something. I discovered its effects on the Warp Lizards by accident one day, and I always keep it in case I run into one.” Clanik grimaced. “Or, in this case, several.”
“A teleport blocker,” Brutaka realized. “I remember those. Teridax outlawed them at one point, and tracked down and destroyed them so they couldn’t be used against his Makuta. That might be the only one left.”
“His Makuta?” Clanik asked, confused.
“Hey, guys?” Hafu cut in. No one heard him.
“That’s right, you’ve missed a lot,” Miserix said. “Teridax has taken the Brotherhood from me. I intend to take it back. You’d be welcome to rejoin, Clanik.”
“Do you hear–” Hafu tried to cut in again.
“Thanks, but I must refuse,” Clanik said. “I have a new home, and new people here. Though I can guide you through the jungle while you’re here.”
“Your help would be–”
“Shut up and listen!” Hafu yelled.
He immediately regretted it, as he realized that he’d just yelled at some of the most powerful people in the world. At least two of the people here could probably kill him with a thought, just for interrupting. But once he got their attention, they heard what he heard – a faint, angry buzzing, mixed with a slight crackling noise, growing louder by the second.
The Agori villagers behind Clanik started murmuring, words Hafu didn’t understand. “Impossible…” Clanik said.
Miserix looked at him. “If you know what that noise is, spill it,” he demanded.
“Well, it sounds like Battoga Hornets,” Clanik said. “But that’s impossible; they’ve been extinct for centuries.”
Miserix relaxed slightly. “Well, if it’s insects, then that should be no problem.” Hafu recalled that one of the Makuta powers was Insect Control.
“No!” Brutaka said. “Your powers will not work on the creatures of this world!”
Miserix glared at him suspiciously. “And how do you know that?”
“Questions later!” Clanik said. “If these are Battoga, there’s a way we can deal with them, but I’ll need your help.”
Author’s notes: the first G2 character name, Melea. I want to make this clear: I’m not planning any G1/G2 connection in this story. I might hind at one, perhaps, but I’d rather leave that open.
I know this chapter kinda violates my “one POV per scene” rule, but I didn’t want to show Tuyet’s POV and not be able to see what the Earth Glatorian were saying; nor did I want to show their POV and not mention Tuyet’s thoughts on needing help from another, so I bent the rules a little.
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Chapter 7
Miserix, Brutaka, and Clanik stood, waiting for the approaching buzzing. Behind them, Hafu stood with the Agori in a small lake Clanik had led them to. When the bugs arrived, they would duck underwater to get away, while the others dealt with the Battoga. Another lake was nearby, but no one was in it.
Miserix, however, didn’t have a lot of faith in Clanik’s plan. “Why don’t we just teleport to our allies?” he said. “Between Brutaka and me, we can take all of you.”
Clanik glared at him, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. “First of all, there may still be Warp Lizards around,” he pointed out, "and while you might be fine due to your armor, my Agori, and your Matoran, won’t be so safe.
“And secondly, the Miserix I know would never run from a threat. And the Teridax I remember wouldn’t run, either. If you want to take your Brotherhood back, you need to show some backbone.”
Miserix was taken aback by Clanik’s words. The Clanik he remembered was always soft-spoken, never raising his voice or criticizing others. “When did you get to be so bold?” he said.
“Being stranded in an alien forest, losing all your powers, and being ostracized by most people of the new world will do that to you,” Clanik said. “Now hush, they’re almost here.”
The bugs were visible now, a glowing, buzzing cloud coming ever closer. Clanik had explained that the Battoga were able to turn their whole body into electricity, only materializing when they were about to attack. This made them hard to defend against, unless the attacker had water powers. Unfortunately, neither Helryx nor Tuyet were here, and water control was not among Miserix’s powers or Brutaka’s.
First, Miserix opened his mouth, unleashing a power scream. The force of his scream cracked several trees and blasted their limbs away, but the bugs held, shuddering in place but not falling back. It was as if they were magnetically holding themselves in place. Clanik had said something like that would happen, but Miserix still wanted to try it.
The bugs swarmed out as they approached. Hafu and the Agori dove underwater. Then, Miserix used his power of Gravity to lift the water in the other lake up into the air. When it was high enough, he let go, at the same time switching to his fragmentation ability, causing the water to explode, water droplets flying everywhere.
In effect, he was making it rain for a while.
The insects buzzed angrily, and there was a loud sizzling noise as the water struck several of them. Then they all turned tangible, and the sizzling stopped. This gave the warriors a window of opportunity.
Now it was Brutaka’s turn. Two mechanical arms sprouted from his back, flinging knives in multiple directions. The knives were charged with magnetic energy, enough to attract the Battoga thanks to the metallic implants the Great Beings had given them. As the knives flew through the horde, they took clumps of bugs with them. It wouldn’t hold them for long, as the magnetism on the knives would wear off.
A few of the bugs still managed to get close. Brutaka’s body crackled with energy, frying any that got too close. Miserix ignored the ones that landed on him, as their stingers couldn’t pierce his armor. He focused on using his powers to protect Clanik as best as he could creating an aura of fear that kept the bugs away for the most part.
Miserix and Clanik ran to each of the clumps of bugs felled by Brutaka, kicking the bug-covered knives into holes the Agori and Hafu had dug and then pushing the dirt back in, burying them. A few of the bugs got past Miserix’s protection and stung him, and while he was immune to their venom for reasons he couldn’t explain, the stings still hurt.
After enough bugs were buried by the trio’s combined efforts, the rest decided to retreat. Miserix used his plasma powers to destroy the buried bugs. The threat of the bugs was over.
“Nice!” Clanik said. “They’ll know better than to mess with us, next time.”
Miserix nodded. “We really do need to get back to our allies,” he said. “But, as you say, teleporting is out of the question, so I guess we’re walking.” He looked at Clanik. “I believe you offered to guide us?”
“He’s been gone for too long,” Axonn grumbled.
Helryx glanced at her companion. “You have to remember, Miserix is not one of us,” she said. “He doesn’t follow the same rules we do. In fact, he’s only allied with us because we share a common enemy.”
“Are you saying we can’t trust him?” Axonn replied.
“I’m saying we shouldn’t expect him to act like a trained and disciplined member of our Order,” Helryx explained.
“I believe Miserix is more trustworthy than you give him credit for,” Artakha cut in. “However, he may be in trouble.”
Lying nearby, Kapura heard their words, though they didn’t register to him. His mind was miles away, quite literally.
Kapura had a strange ability, one even he didn’t fully understand, that allowed him to project himself far from his actual location – to “be where you are not” as Turaga Vakama had put it. If he focused, he could even physically be in that location for a brief time. The downside was that it slowed down his body’s processes, meaning that he couldn’t move fast or it would hinder his ability to use this power.
Right now, his mind was probing the woods, searching for Miserix, Brutaka, Hafu, even Tuyet or Vezon. But instead, he found someone else.
Kapura opened his eyes. “Hey, guys,” he said, getting the attention of his powerful companions. “About a kio northwest of here, there’s a group of Matoran.”
Helryx glanced at him suspiciously. “How do you know that?”
“I was there,” was Kapura’s reply. He didn’t like trying to explain his strange powers.
Artakha glanced into his mind. “Interesting,” he muttered. “I’ve seen something like this before, but it was…” The creator trailed off, lost in thought.
“Should we go to these Matoran?” Axonn said. “Maybe they can help us figure out where we are, and how to get back home.”
“I think we should at least find Miserix and Brutaka first,” Helryx said. “And Tuyet, if we can; I don’t like her being on the loose.”
“And Hafu,” Kapura added.
“Yes, of course,” Helryx replied quickly. She wasn’t that concerned about Hafu – one Matoran mattered little, in the grand scheme of things, and she had much bigger matters to worry about – but she wasn’t about to admit that to Kapura.
Suddenly, Artakha tensed up. “Something’s coming.”
“What?” Helryx said.
“We need to move, now!” Artakha snapped, grabbing Helryx, Axonn, and Kapura, and activating his powers.
As space began to warp around them, Helryx thought she saw the vague outline of something massive among the rock of the cliffs. Then the creature and the cliffs were gone, as the group warped to a new location…
Author’s notes: and thus, we have my attempt at an explanation of Kapura’s powers from MNOG. And a hint that maybe Artakha knows what’s up with him. I’m actually interested to develop this plotline now, so definitely expect to see Kapura again after this story wraps up.
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Nice call back to Kapura powers. I hope the Agori helped Hafu to get off the water, since as a Po-Matoran he isn’t a very good swimmer
Kapura can astral project confirmed.
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He didn’t really need to – the pool came up to about his waist, when standing. Deep enough for him and the Agori to get fully submerged, but not deep enough that someone who can’t swim would be in trouble.
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Really excited to see where this is going. Just curious, you haven’t forgotten about Lewa, have you?
Also, forgot to ask earlier why/how Brutaka stopped speaking in 2nd person?
Because he was referring to something he did when he was just Brutaka, before he got possessed/merged with the Antidermis.
Nah, it’s just that there’s a lot of characters and scenes to juggle. Lewa gets sidelined a bit in this story, but he’s gonna be a major player in the next.
(unless I shuffle the order of things a bit, but right now it’s slated to be next)
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Yeah, yeah, there was that episode with Tahtorak, but that does not sound like good guy Brutaka. That’s debatable, but I really do not see Brutaka that weird and “playful”.
About chapter 7: as good as it is, I don’t think a bunch of bugs was any threat to Miserix and Brutaka. Miserix could’ve used power scream, or sleep, or slow, or any other of his 40 powers. Maybe you should make the bugs bigger/more frightening in their description? By the way, how did Brutaka magnetized his knives? But the chapter is still very nice of course 
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Also, I just wondered about Voporak and Vahi for some time… Do you have any ideas on that part of the story? If not, how about some time-travel? It would be pretty funny I think, and we can get a little more Teridax… 
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