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.
This one was fairly difficult to figure out. Even in past post G1 stories I’ve done, I haven’t ever acknowledged these characters. It was hard to figure out where to take their adventure.
Previous stories in this project:
Chapter 1
If there was one thing Chiara knew, it’s that few things were more fun than a good ambush.
So far, her week hadn’t been going so great. She’d been assigned to a team of (mostly) Toa that was supposed to find the Great Beings, the last wish of the Great Spirit Mata Nui. Instead, all they’d found were a group of savage Vorox, who had decided to hunt them like animals. The Vorox had taken their weapons and sent them out into the forest, promising to find them and kill them.
Of course, the Toa had other plans. Two of their number had stayed in the open, while Chiara had hid under a rocky outcropping with the Iron Toa of the team, Zaria. When the Vorox came along, Gelu and Orde led them right past where the two Toa hid. Then, it was time for the ambush.
First, Chiara struck, zapping the Vorox with her lightning, strong enough to stun them. Then, it was Zaria’s turn, using his power to grab their weapons and disarm them. Then, the Toa took the Vorox’s weapons, allowing them to even the odds against the Vorox. Orde followed up the attack with his own elemental power, keeping the Vorox distracted with mental assaults.
At least, that was what was supposed to happen. But as the Vorox ran past and Chiara held out her hand to zap them… nothing happened. “What the…”
Zaria clamped a hand over her mouth to silence her, just as one of the Vorox turned in their direction. By reflex, Chiara tried to activate her mask of Stealth, but nothing happened; her mask power was gone, too.
“I see only two of you,” she heard the Vorox leader, Kabrua, shout. “The other two are in hiding, waiting to launch an ambush. Oh yes, I know all about Toa Power and how it works. As your friends have discovered, I also know how to shut it off.”
Shut it off? How could that be? When Kabrua had captured the group yesterday, he’d acted like it was the first time he’d ever seen Toa. Now suddenly he knew how to do something Chiara didn’t even know was possible?
Gradually, she heard Orde and Gelu disappear into the forest, followed by the Vorox. At least, most of the Vorox; two of them had stayed behind, still searching. Looking for Chiara and Zaria, no doubt.
Chiara’s mind moved at the speed of her lightning. She’d been able to use her elemental power earlier, when the Toa had first entered the jungle. Why had the Vorox only shut it off now? Were they hoping that her powers would lead the Vorox to them, as Gelu had warned? Or perhaps they wanted to lure the Toa into a false sense of security, to catch them by surprise when their powers didn’t work later. Or maybe… whatever they were using to turn off the Toa’s powers had a range limit.
Gelu might know the answer, but he was long gone by now, if the Vorox hadn’t caught up to him. Chiara and Zaria needed to rejoin Orde and Gelu. Chiara didn’t like to admit it, but in a situation like this, unity was the only hope of survival.
“We need to move,” she whispered.
“Not while the Vorox are prowling this area looking for us,” Zaria said. “We need a plan. And we need an advantage they won’t expect.” Reaching down to his leg, he snapped off a piece of armor, revealing a hooked dagger hidden within. Then he retrieved another from the bottom of his foot armor, and passed it to Chiara.
The Toa of Lightning stared at him, stunned. “You had those there all along?”
“You don’t survive being hunted by the Makuta without being at least a little paranoid,” Zaria answered.
“And you didn’t say anything about it until now because…?”
“I don’t like to share my secrets,” Zaria explained. “Unless I have to.”
Chiara sighed, then went into strategy mode. Perhaps if she could take out the Vorox who had whatever had turned off their powers… it had to be some sort of device. All she needed to do was disable it, and then she felt pretty confident she and Zaria could handle two Vorox. Then they could go help out Orde and Gelu.
Of course, there was one problem: an ambush was impossible if your enemy expected an ambush. Though maybe if the Vorox thought that they were trying to get away, she could put her plan into action.
“All right,” she said. “Listen closely. Here’s what we need to do…”
Lesovikk was having a really bad day.
Not that that was anything new for him. For much of his life, he’d felt like a failure of a Toa, when he couldn’t save the other Toa of his team or the Matoran of his homeland. But when he’d finally captured the mad tyrant known as Karzahni, who had done terrible things to Lesovikk’s Matoran and countless others, Lesovikk felt like he’d finally began to atone for his many failures.
And then all of that was undone when, during the evacuation of Mata Nui, Karzahni escaped.
Of course Lesovikk had to go after Karzahni – that monster was his responsibility – but perhaps he shouldn’t have gone alone. He hadn’t captured Karzahni by himself the first time, either; Sarda and Idris had helped. He hadn’t seen Idris since she’d gone back to Mahri Nui, and Sarda had gone to look for his old friends after the fall of Makuta. That left Lesovikk on his own.
But even then, he needn’t be alone. When he’d asked the Toa Nuva about Karzahni’s whereabout, they had been willing to help, but he’d stubbornly turned them aside. If he had waited for them, perhaps things might’ve gone better. Perhaps he wouldn’t have gotten attacked, losing his sword.
He wasn’t sure who had attacked him. In the middle of the night, all he’d seen was a small figure cloaked in shadow, which swiftly managed to knock him out. When he finally came to, he was fine, but his sword was gone.
He didn’t know why someone would steal his sword, but he wasn’t about to waste time going back to the Matoran encampment for another one and lose Karzahni. But when he’d tracked down the tyrant, he’d found his body lying at the bottom of a canyon. Apparently, whoever had attacked Lesovikk had also attacked Karzahni, but they hadn’t left the latter alive.
Had Lesovikk stopped to investigate the scene, he might have found his sword lying next to the body. But he was so consumed with rage, at this figure that had stolen both his sword and his enemy, that it never occurred to him they might try to frame him. Using his mask power, he was able to follow the attacker’s trail by scent.
He was aware that another of the Toa Nuva had spotted him, but he didn’t stop to chat. He’d followed the trail to the forest, where he’d lost it. But he kept going, hoping to find his new enemy.
Instead, he found something much worse. He found a dead Toa.
