As most everyone knows, the Bionicle story serials ended on multiple cliffhangers, as Greg was not able to continue them. I don’t know of any fan project that has actually set out to finish the serials. So that is what I aim to do. Not just finish the stories – I aim to finish them as I feel Greg would’ve. So that means taking into account things Greg said he might have done, including building up to an eventual Great Being Civil War.
For this story, I wanted to include a lot of smaller story threads that I wanted to acknowledge but didn’t want to dedicate a whole story to. And what better way to do that then the guy who’s been jumping from one adventure to the next since the Mata Nui Online Game?
Previous stories in this project:
Chapter 1
Takanuva had had many strange tasks, even before becoming a Toa. Being the Chronicler tended to land you in a lot of weird circumstances, and he’d always wandered around looking for adventure even before he was officially declared the Chronicler. And as the world’s only Toa of Light, there was no shortage to the unique tasks he had to fulfill.
Thus, he didn’t bat an eye when standing before Cahdok and Gahdok, the Bahrag, rulers of the Bohrok swarms. Many Matoran of Mata Nui might have been terrified at the giant monstrous beings that had led the swarms that nearly destroyed their home island. Even knowing that the swarms were just doing their job, and had been tricked by Makuta, it was still hard to see them as anything other than giant monsters commanding an army of destroyers.
The Bohrok were supposed to prepare the island of Mata Nui, to prepare for the awakening of the Great Spirit Robot. Now, the robot was in ruins and abandoned; there was no more need for the Bohrok or their queens. Like everyone else from the old world, they had evacuated onto the new world of Spherus Magna, and although they had intended to return to slumber, Takanuva had other ideas.
The Toa of Light looked at the two Queens. Their monstrous appearance might frighten a Matoran, but Takanuva had learned not to judge based on appearances.
“Just because Mata Nui is gone doesn’t mean we no longer have purpose,” he said. “Rather, we must find a new one. I’d hate to see you just leave, going into slumber to await a purpose you will never be needed for. Instead… well, for starters, we’ve got two giant robots that need disassembling, one with a whole world inside of it. I hear the Bohrok are good at cleaning.”
The Bahrag glanced at each other for a moment, and then the red one, Gahdok, turned to Takanuva. “You do not need us for that,” she said. “The Bohrok can be reprogrammed, we know that.”
“True, they can be and have been before,” Takanuva said. “But such a thing takes time, and even with their reprogramming, there’s only so much we can get them to do. But with you at the helm, they can coordinate, all as one large mind. It would be an immense help if you would set them to work. We could have the robot taken down and new homes made for the people of this world in no time, with your aid.”
Takanuva looked the Bahrag straight in the eyes, first one, then the other. “I’m not telling you; I’m asking. Will you aid your brothers?” His words harkened back to the time the Bahrag had challenged the Toa for ‘daring to oppose their brothers’.
The Bahrag pondered for a moment, then nodded. “We’ll do it,” they said in unison.
After the Bahrag were dealt with, Takanuva returned to the small hut that comprised his temporary shelter. The Matoran had insisted on crafting a place for him and his fellow Toa Nuva first, and he had insisted on the smallest place possible, just enough to keep him out of the sun and give him a place to organize his various duties.
There was a lot to see to. Evacuating an entire world was going to take time, and it had to be done before the old world died. In many cases, it hadn’t been easy to convince people to leave the only homes they had ever known, and he had done his best to help relocate objects, creatures, and even buildings to the new world, where possible.
There was also the matter of what to do with everyone. Some people wanted to stay nearby, while others wanted to get as far away as possible. Takanuva had done his best to convince the Glatorian and Agori to welcome these new people to their world, though he hadn’t always been successful. There’d already been more than one clash as two groups from the old world that had always been enemies ran into one another during the evacuation.
There were still other matters to deal with. Dealing with the prisoners of the Pit and finding a place to keep them, as well as the remains of Makuta’s armies in the old world, among them Visorak and Rahkshi. A few Visorak had been encountered during the evacuation, but most had disappeared, and Takanuva couldn’t determine what had happened to them. There were also a few remaining Dark Hunters who, separated from the rest of their organization, had been captured by the Toa; they hadn’t decided what to do with them yet, though.
“You look like you have too much to do and not enough time,” a familiar voice said. Takanuva glanced up to see Onua, the Toa Nuva of Earth, leaning in the doorway. Takanuva hadn’t seen him since before the battle of Bara Magna. The Earth Toa had changed since Takanuva last saw him, as his adaptive armor had transformed to fit the desert environment of Bara Magna, but Takanuva still recognized him.
“It is a lot to deal with,” Takanuva said. “Never before have I really felt like I had the weight of the world all on my shoulders.”
“You don’t have to do it all alone,” Onua said. “We’re here to help.”
“You have your own duties,” Takanuva said. “Tahu and Gali have to see to the integration of our society with the Agori, you’re aiding with the evacuation, Pohatu is creating shelters, and Lewa… no one has heard from him since the reign of Makuta, right?”
Onua nodded. “Kopaka mentioned going to find him, too. But remember, no matter how busy we might be, we’re here if you need us.”
“Thanks,” Takanuva said.
“You know, Mata Nui would be proud,” Onua said. “He wanted us to find our own destinies, independent of him. And look how much you’ve done toward that goal. Even the Bahrag have a new purpose now, thanks to you.”
Takanuva shrugged. “Just doing what’s asked of me,” he said. “And… I haven’t really found my own purpose in all of this. Once the world is back to a semblance of normalcy… what’s my destiny?”
Onua thought for a moment. “I’m sure you’ll find it. Or you’ll go looking for it, like the Chronicler you are.”
Takanuva opened his mouth to answer when a Ko-Matoran ran up. “Toa Takanuva!” He called out. Then he saw Onua standing there. “Oh! Forgive me for interrupting, Toa, but I bring news!”
“It’s fine,” Takanuva said; he still remembered what it was like to be an overeager Matoran. “What is it?”
“I just heard word from one of the exploration crews,” the Ko-Matoran said. “They ran into a Toa. He looked… well, he looked like a dark version of you. And he wielded shadow powers.”
A dark Takanuva? The Toa of Light wasn’t quite sure what to make of that. At one point, the Brotherhood of Makuta had drained his light with one of their Shadow Leeches, but that had been restored by a Klakk. Had they done the same with other Toa? And if they looked like him… could it be a Takanuva from another world?
Whoever they may be, Shadow Toa were a threat, and one best handled by a Toa of Light. “Tell me where they were,” he said, grabbing one of his Light Staffs. “I’ll handle this.”
“I’ll help you,” Onua said. Takanuva started to object, but Onua waved him off. “You’re not facing an enemy Toa by yourself, especially if there’s a chance he’s not alone.”
“All right,” Takanuva said. “Let’s go have a chat with dark me.”
Author’s Notes: the first of the ideas I wanted to address, the fate of the Bahrag. I’ll probably leave it open-ended as to what they’ll do after the MU is disassembled.
Also, one important notice: I’m not going to try to post chapters of this story daily, like I have in the past. That proved to put way too much pressure on myself and I wound up missing days anyway. I’ll try to aim for every other day.
