So, a few years ago I did a bit of a fan rewrite of Journey’s End for fun, just to mess around. I never did finish it, though (I hadn’t quite written the aftermath of the big battle), and if I ever do a proper rewrite, I’d like to do a new one entirely.
Still, for fun, I figured I might as well post it online to give it the light of day, and this seemed the best place to do so. It follows the general idea, but with quite a few notable changes to make the battle seem more climactic and final.
And yes, I get some things are bit inaccurate (such as Rhotuka having an effect on Glatorian) but this was made before we got those answers. It’s not the best thing in the world, and the writing could use some improvement, but since I don’t plan to rewrite this any time soon (I will eventually, but I have a lot of projects going on), I thought this might be fun.
So, here’s the first part;
Gresh and his strike force team of glatorian and agori traveled through the cliffs, not bothering to be stealthy, as since the giant above wouldn’t have noticed if they began clanging their shields and singing Naming Day songs at the top of their lungs.
The Tesara glatorian had been born several years after the Core War that shattered Spherus Magna into three pieces. By then, gravity was already forming the fragments, molding them into new, spherical shapes. Because of this, drastic environmental changes occurred and the largest portion, Bara Magna, which was already mostly desert, lost its last luscious field.
He started off as an impressive glatorian, his first loss against Branar of the Skrall, which was no shame; the Skrall had been undefeated. Then they attacked, showing their true colors, and eventually another glatorian calling himself Mata Nui revealed himself and helped unite the villages after the Tesara youth found out that the Bone Hunters and Skrall had for reasons unknown, united.
Connecting different, vast shelters found scattered across Bara Magna after the Shattering, it was revealed that they were pieces of an enormous, prototype robot. After defeating the Skrall in the City of Roxtus, they claimed the skull-shaped castle as their own and after finding the last few pieces, connected them to the incomplete superstructure.
It was the foundation of the ultimate metropolis. It was invulnerable to the most fiercest sandstorms or the most gnarly explosive thornax. There was room to make the entire structure pure technology, but then Mata Nui revealed his origins as the true owner of the structure. He then explained how, before the Shattering, the Great Beings saw the event and created a robot that would be powered by all sorts of various biomechanical species from within, who would study planets to gain the knowledge needed to restore Spherus Magna.
Unfortunately, the Makuta, one of these species, released a virus into the Core Processor, causing Mata Nui to crash into Aqua Magna minutes before landing on Bara Magna. More centuries passed, and Teridax, their leader, took control of Mata Nui’s body before reactivating it before transferring Mata Nui’s mind into the Ignika and sending it to Bara Magna while he began to get adjusted to his new form.
The Ignika, using its legendary powers over life, proceeded to create a body of Mata Nui based on that of the Glatorian, and he began his quest to find the Prototype body, which he had heard of. After going to the Valley of the Maze and defeating the Element Lords, he retrieved the necessary power source, and fusing it and himself into the body, now stood thousands of miles above the glatorian against Teridax, whom had arrived not too long ago.
Now Gresh and his team of Glatorian were tasked with sneaking towards Teridax’s enormous, mountain-sized foot while the two titans battled in order to somehow go through the hatch built into the mechanical god.
“I don’t see how we could open that thing,” Perditus grumbled, fidgeting around with his long sword. “If a number of explosive thornax that could blow off the peak on a mountain can’t even make a scratch on that thing, I figure the Great Beings wouldn’t slack off on the entrances, either.”
“Jam it, Perdi,” Gelu snarled, referring to the Vulcanus Glatorian by his detested nickname. “I may be my own special class of pessimist, but this thing’s MEANT to have a hole in it.”
“The hinges are always a weak point,” a slim, shapely glatorian from vulcanus named Igne noted. “Clinc brought some sort of grease made from Thornax Stew residue. With that stuff, nothing can be held tight, and with an extra explosion, ‘BAM!’, that thing’ll swing wide open and we can go inside and tear out any wires in that nutjob Teridax’s brain.”
“Then get to work, Clinc,” Gresh ordered, and the rest of his group nodded. “Teridax may just be standing there, swatting off Mata Nui’s attacks occasionally, but he’ll eventually have to move to achieve what he needs to do, and with luck we’ll be flattened into pancakes if he does.”
Nodding, Clinc and a few other glatorian got into some sort of clumsy, shaky version of a pyramid, Clinc climbing on top so that he could reach the top of the enormous hatch, which was really only less than a thirtieth of the foot. Setting to work, he began pouring the slick grease through the narrowest cracks, causing the hinges to slowly loosen up.
There was a sudden shudder from the foot, and a hiss emerged from the doors. “It’s working!” a buff glatorian called Terjian hollered. “Let’s get down and blow this thing open!”
Cheering, the glatorian got down, even as the doors began to slowly open, an omen of extreme miracle. Already, the grease had accomplished a victory no amount of explosive thornax or technology left over from the Great Beings could. Considering Teridax’s, size, it would take quite the time to scale all the way up to his head where the techno city Metru Nui was, but there were probably elevators or something like that.
Of course, it never occurred to any of the glatorian that though their plan would have eventually worked, it would’ve in reality taken much longer. Truth be told, Teridax was the one who was opening the gates, and what lay inside was another key in taking care of the rest of the glatorian while he played with Mata Nui.
The gates swung wide open, revealing only a chilling darkness inside. There was a pause, and suddenly a screech. Before any of the glatorian could scream, a spinning wheel of energy flew out and struck Perditus.
Perditus gasped before his limbs went limp, falling to his sides limply as he fell face-first. However, he didn’t even feel the impact; his entire body had gone completely numb.
There was a roar from the darkness, and lights lit up. Assuming correctly what it meant, the glatorian made a break for it, Terjian pausing to heave Perditus on his shoulder before continuing.
Meanwhile, thousands of armored beings flooded out of the gates. They consisted of thousands of humanoid figures with enormous, fanged grins and spines running down their backs and arms, enormous spiders made of a fusion of machinery and organics, armored reptiles wielding staffs, and enormous mechas armed with two hooked arms and an enormous rocket launcher each.
One of the mechas, an Exo-Toa, pointed its Electro-rocket at the fleeing glatorian and fired. A streak of lightning crossed the sky, and there was a terrible scream. With that, half of the glatorian party was gone.
“RUNNNNNN!!!” Gelu screamed, and their allies ahead of them could see why.
Skakdi, now united together, combined their powers. The ground lifted itself up, swallowing several soldiers and hurling itself at the fleeing party. Visorak screeched as they scuttled forward, firing Rhotuka spinners while Rahkshi unleashed the powers of the Makuta upon their targets.
Meanwhile, the glatorian charged. Explosive thornax was launched, blowing large gaps in the opposing army and unleashing the elemental powers Mata Nui gave them. Thornatus chariots fired their Force Blasters at full power, and bestial Spikits instantly tore apart anything enemy that came within their reach.
It was mass chaos. Explosions rocked and screams flew. Rahkshi blasted Glatorian to pieces while Spikits tore out the throats of any unfortunate victim they claimed. Down below, in that chaos somewhere, the glatorian party, though now disbanded and scattered among the fighting, could be seen Terjian, Clinc, and Igne fighting off their enemies, with Perditus firing off a few thornax, his entire upper body having already recovered fully, due to the Rhotuka having not been designed originally to affect the Glatorian species.
A rahkshi lunged at Terjian’s heart, its accuracy power ensuring a direct hit. However, it was nowhere strong enough to break a dent into the Tesara glatorian’s exsidian armor, and with one mighty blow he smashed the creature’s head beneath his war hammer. There was a sickening squish as a goo leaked from within the broken armor.
“What ARE these things?!” Terjian muttered, dodging a berserk Skakdi’s eye beams and slamming a barrage of vines into him. Clinc shrugged, blasting off full-power with his multi-barrel/shot thornax launcher, dashing the heads of Visorak, Exo-Toa, Skakdi, and Rahkshi alike instantly.
“EAT DUST, PIRAKA!” a skakdi screamed, unleashing a full-out mental blast at the glatorian. They all screamed in pain, but even then Perditus, with only his right foot not fully recovered, realized that this was the full extent of his attack, and knowing the pain could grow no worse, found strength and promptly decapitated the skakdi as he lunged at them, guard lowered.
Igne gasped in pain, scrambling, her axe cleaving a Visorak in half ducking beneath its acid rhotuka. “These guys are insane!” she screamed. “I didn’t sign up for this!”
“Quit whining!” Perditus grumbled, now fully back into the game as he sliced through the pistons built into an Exo-Toa’s feet, causing the flow of energy to its feet to cease, losing control of them and resulting in the hulking piece of machinery toppling and squashing two rahkshi and three visorak underneath its weight.
“Catch this!” Terjian snarled, grabbing a screeching visorak by its feet and hurtling it at Perditus, who cleanly roasted it into a flaming oblivion, leaving its scorched corpse to crash into an unsuspecting rahkshi.
Elsewhere, Gresh had now reunited with Kiina, Ackar, Tarix, and a rehabilitated Strakk, whom had been allowed to stay in order to provide more man-power to the United Agori tribes. Combining his powers with Kiina, Tarix, and Strakk, the four created a miniature blizzard the flash-froze at least three of each of the species serving Teridax. “As far as I can tell,” the Tesara youth observed. “Those giants are nothing but robots.”
“So they can’t be bribed,” Strakk whined. “But I think those spiny people can!” With that, he rammed his fingers into a skakdi’s eyes, jamming his eyebeams before he fire them, causing his internal circuitry to overheat and for his head to literally explode.
“It’s all about money,” Tarix grumbled, extinguishing the flames of two Fire Skakdi. “By the way, it looks like two Skakdi are making a monster of their own!”
Indeed, a skakdi of jungle and iron were now pooling their powers together and a hulk made of Exo-Toa parts and rahkshi armor formed, fused with explosive thornax and enormous, venomous vines. Roaring, it slammed one of these into an entire party of twenty glatorian, killing them all instantly.
“It’ll pay for that!” Kiina snarled. “Get ready to be the first person to drown in a desert!” Yelling, she blasted two rock-shattering streams of water, severing its two whip-like vines it used. Ackar proceeded to use his sword to superheat its body, setting its plant portion on fire while Strakk froze its joints. Simultaneously, Tarix and Gresh sprayed a flurry of rain at the two skakdi, blinding them and allowing them to lunge in for the kill.
There was a dreadful screaming as Ackar turned to see Vastus stumbled into the fray before collapsing, having been struck by a Vohtorak spinner. “Strakk, Kiina, Tarix, use your powers to subdue the pain,” he ordered. Nodding, the three of them set to work, Strakk being much more rough than he should have, but nonetheless Vastus’ flaring muscles eased.
“Duck!” Gresh yelled. Ackar did so instinctively and immediately a rhotuka was sent off-course by a blast of air, slamming into an Exo-Toa and melting its head in two seconds.
On an enormous cliff, overlooking the chaos, was a band of skrall. Consisting of the most skilled champions and trusted advisors in Tuma’s council before his fall, they had all sought each other out after the Battle of Roxtus. Stronius, taking command and appointing Branar leader, then proceeded to have the red portion of their armor recolored green, signifying their new ties.
Seeking revenge, they watched as the armies of Teridax and Mata Nui dueled below, while the two enormous robots dueled it out miles away. Stronius snarled in disgust, cracking his neck. “Where is that leech Mata Nui?” he snarled. “If he were brave enough to confront us alone, he should have the courage to confront these amateurs alongside his allies!”
“No matter, Sir,” Branar pointed out. Among them was Fero on his rock steed, Skirmix, and a troop of his own Bone Hunters. “We shall kill his friends first, along with those monsters down there.”
Fero nodded in agreement. “We shall show them the true masters of the sands, including these invaders. And once we kill them all, Mata Nui will surely come out eventually, like a Vorox hidden in the sands, the rest of his clan slain…”
With that, Stronius raised his enormous, exsidian club. Roaring a war cry, he and the rest of his allies roared down the sands of Bara Magna, the Bone Hunters resting on their Rock Steeds that pulled their Baranus chariots into battle.
Kirbraz and Scodonius blasted through the battlefield in their Kaxium V2 and V3 vehicles, running over visorak and rahkshi and blasting down Exo-Toa and Skakdi with their thronax launchers.
“Watch out for that spider thingy over there!” Kirbraz yelled out. Nodding, Scodonius tossed an explosive thornax over his shoulder, and the visorak disappeared in a ball of flame before it could fire its rhotuka. “I know what to do!” Scodonius grumbled.
There was a screech as they flattened an unfortunate rahkshi. “Oops,” Scodonius muttered.
An explosion rocked nearby as an Exo-Toa took aim at them, blasting off electro-rockets. “Holy smokesters!” Kirbraz blurted. “I say we go right!”
“Left!” Scodonius retorted.
“Right!”
“Left!”
“Right!”
“AAAAAAGGGHHHH!!!”
At that moment, the Exo-Toa let off one final blast. Too busy to argue with their partner any further, the two split their vehicles, Kirbraz veering off to the right, Scodonius to the left. The electro-rocket landed in empty air, and too panicked to think straight and relying solely on instincts, flew past the Exo-Toa, turning around and each blasting a thornax at the machine.
The spiked fruit impaled themselves in its back, breaking through the undefended rear and resting in its internal circuits. Buzzing wildly, it accidentally misfired an electro rocket at a pair of skakdi that teamed up to create an enormous, miniature comet and were now hurtling it towards a group of agori. They screamed as they were blasted to oblivion, and without its creators, the comet fell straight down, smashing into a group of visorak whom in their panic missed and accidentally fired a disintegration rhotuka, destroying the legs of an exo-toa that fell down and slammed into another one, whose claw proceeded to accidentally decapitate a rahkshi that then misfired and nearly struck a group of skakdi, who in their anger began attacking other rahkshi, and so on.
Kirbraz and Scodonius braked their vehicles to a halt. Then, with a smugness, they glared at each other and loudly proclaimed, “SEE! I WAS RIGHT!”