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.
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