Hello, enthusiasts of the Boards! I have decided to write the first part of my SelfMOC’s story.
Here it is:
RedPandalorian
The BAD Story
Prologue Part 1:
A thunderous roar fills the sky. Ga-Matoran and Le-Matoran quickly make a crowd, looking up at the blue sky. In the distance, the shape of a sleek silver spaceship materializes as it gets closer. Then, it descends. As it gets nearer and nearer to the ground, the greebling and lights become clearer and sharper. The ship’s landing gear folds out, with three legs landing on the ground. A resounding thud echoes as the engines cease. The chattering of Matoran starts replacing the following silence.
Then, the door opens. The edges hiss as they depressurize first, and then, the mechanical servos steadily lower the door, the top meeting the ground like a drawbridge. The crowd quiets down when they see a silhouette inside.
Inside the ship, fog obscures the view. The vague shape of a humanoid is inside, the sound of boots clicking as it approaches. The shape of a bushy tail comes into view as the tapping of boots comes closer. The fog starts clearing as the figure gets closer, and the glint of silver armor comes into view. The figure wears a brown undersuit, obscuring any skin underneath. The figure steps down the ramp that the door has created, its silver armor catching the light. A helmet with a black T-shaped visor hides its identity as it looks at the crowd.
“Why the crowd? I don’t see anything ‘out of the ordinary’ here!” The figure announces with a male voice.
A Le-Matoran speaks up, saying, “We usually don’t see visitors wind-flying in. Are you here to hurt us?”
The figure responds, “No, just a bounty hunter minding his own business.”
A Ga-Matoran asks, “What are you hunting for? And what’s your name?”
The figure responds, “I fear I can’t answer any of those questions. My surname is the RedPandalorian if you need to call me something,” The RedPandalorian continues, saying, “And I would like to walk through. There is quite the audience here.”
The crown, upon hearing this, parts like the Red Sea, providing a clearing and revealing the green grass below. As the RedPandalorian walks through the crowd, whispers change the atmosphere.
-~-~-~
The night sky is a beautiful thing. The shades of black and blue shimmer with cosmic glitter. The RedPandalorian sits in an alley, with a cloak protecting him from the cold. He looks at the nearby huts made of green leaves, and then back at the sky.
The window of one of the huts opens with a Ga-Matoran peering out. She sees the RedPandalorian, and she closes the window. A few seconds later, her door opens, and she comes walking out wearing a woven brown poncho. Her red eyes glow in the dark night as she approaches the RedPandalorian.
“Hello. I can’t help but notice that you are alone in this cold fall night,” She says, her voice small and gentle. “Do you need shelter? Warmth? Food?” She asks, her voice a warm fireplace in the cold night.
“I wouldn’t want to burden you. I’m doing just fine this night. Thank you for your consideration,” Says the RedPandalorian, looking at the sky.
“You seek solitude. Solitude isn’t very nourishing, stranger of the night,” The Ga-Matoran observes. She adds, “I’m Atamai, by the way.”
The RedPandalorian looks at Atamai, his obscured eyes meeting her red gaze. “Call me the RedPandalorian. Good night, Atamai.”
“How does one have a ‘good night’ knowing that others are denied their basic needs? Do you really want to stay on the street?” She says, a purity in her judgment.
“I would want to stay right where I am. Thank you.” Says the RedPandalorian, a subtle undertone of untrust in his voice.
“Then I hope you have a good night,” Atamai says with utmost goodwill, turning to retreat to her hut. She looks back, her piercing red eyes cutting through the darkness like a laser. She winks and then gently shuts the door behind her.
The RedPandalorian’s gaze lingers longer than needed, and then turns away. He looks back at the sky, then at Atamai’s hut, and then at his hands. He pulls a holo puck from his pocket, and it projects a small image of Antidermis. There is text above the image, saying, “170,000 CREDITS PRIZE IF FOUND ALIVE.” The RedPandalorian then puts it away, looking back at the hut, then the sky.
-~-~-~
The scorching sun is at the center of the sky. Midday. The RedPandalorian is riding in the desert on a Mukau. He holds the holopuck in one hand and grasps the Mukau’s horn in the other. He then sees the place he was looking for in the distance: The Fallen GSR. He turns the Mukau’s horn in the direction of the monumental body, steering it in the right direction. With each hoofstep the Rahi below him takes, the closer the GSR becomes.
The RedPandalorian reaches for his belt pouch, fetching his water bottle. He opens the lid, drinking a few sips, and then closes it again. He slides the bottle back in his pouch and looks back at the colossal robot in the distance.
Eventually, the RedPandalorian is at the head of the robot. There is a gaping hole at the top of the head, with jagged space rocks nearby. The RedPandalorian gets off his Mukau mount, reaching for his pouch to feed it.
“Good boy. Rest in the shade. You will need it,” He says, holding some fruit to feed the mount.
When the Mukau has been fed and is resting, the RedPandalorian turns to the hole and walks in, cautiously looking around. He pulls from his satchel a small, compact metal object which, with the click of a button, expands into a large protosteel vat. He spots a chamber and enters it.
Within the chamber is a technological marvel—Metru Nui, the city of legends. It is abandoned and silent, shrouded in shadow. The RedPandalorian continues his “has everything in his pockets” act and pulls out a flashlight, turning it on.
The bright light fills the chamber, revealing a sea of protodermis, with Metru Nui floating on it.
“Shoot!” The RedPandalorian shouts in frustration, “A sea of protodermis and no boat! How am I supposed to cross? My jetpack won’t be able to make it!”
The RedPandalorian paces for a while, trying to think of a solution. Then, he steps outside the cavernous head of the robot. He sees several large metallic panels lying in the sand. He takes the largest one, feeling the protodermis metal surface, and drags it behind him back into the head. He pushes it into the chamber, and it floats. The RedPandalorian then jumps onto the panel, and it holds.
“I hope I don’t drown,” He says sarcastically to himself. He then grips onto the front-facing edge of the panel and activates his jetpack. This propels the panel at a sudden speed, like a makeshift speedboat. When he gains enough speed, he stops the jetpack, skimming across the sea toward the city of legends.
After the panel gets close to Metru Nui, The RedPandalorian activates his jetpack and lets go of the panel, flying toward the city.
Soon after, he lands at a dock. His boots clink against the metal of the dock. The RedPandalorian points his flashlight forward, looking at the silver city. There is a map nearby, written in Matoran.
After decoding the map using a universal translator, he walks toward the main highway. Then, when the RedPandalorian reaches the highway, he walks down it and makes another turn at the end. Then he goes down another road and finds a loading bay with old airships.
Walking into the dusty loading bay, the RedPandalorian finds a small airship. He walks into it and turns it on, expecting it not to work. However, it powers on, the green lights blinking on one by one. The engine purrs loudly as the ship’s steering wheel pops out from a panel on the control board.
“That is coooool,” the RedPandalorian mumbled to himself. He grasped the steering wheel and then…
He crashed the thing instantly like an idiot.
-~-~-~
The RedPandalorian is at the abandoned fortress on Destral. There are the bodies of Makuta everywhere, torn to shreds or burnt. It is disturbing.
“So many bodies…” The RedPandalorian says in disgust, but is surprised at the lack of rot. Then, the RedPandalorian finds what he was looking for: a vat of anidermis. The gas has lost its blood red color, replaced by dead and dull black. The RedPandalorian opens the vat, loading the antidermis into his vat. He then closes it and heads to one of the Makuta labs.
“The terms said that I had to bring the antidermis alive. Nothing good old energized protodermis can’t do!” He says, in a lab in front of a pool of the shimmering silver liquid. He takes a beaker and uses it to collect some of the powerful substance, dropping one drop into the vat. He then closes it quickly, stepping back. The vat shakes violently as the energized protodermis reacts with the anidermis, creating a new Makuta.
“I’m a very smart scientist,” The RedPandalorian says jokingly to himself as he picks up the vat to leave. He walks out of the lab, then out of the fortress to the coast of Destral, where he parked the Metru Nui airship (that is, minorly dented).
As the RedPandalorian walks into the airship, he thinks about the dead universe he is in. He slides into the pilot’s seat and takes the steering wheel, flying the ship out of Destral and back to Metru Nui.
“What a day, what a day,” the RedPandalorian says to himself as he soars up and away.
-~-~-~
The RedPandalorian approaches the village of Le- and Ga-Matoran, where he originally landed his spaceship. The Mukau mount below him moos upon the sight of the village, happy to be seeing home.
He stops, letting the mount return to its owner. He then continues down the main road of the village, heading back to his spaceship with the protosteel vat of Anitdermis in his hand. But before he can step onto the ship, a familiar voice calls him.
“I hope you have safe travel, RedPandalorian!” a soft voice says. The RedPandalorian turns around, and it is Atamai. She waves goodbye, a warm expression shining in her unique red eyes.
“Thank you, Atamia. Farewell,” he replies, surprised by her presence. He then continues into the ship, the door closing slowly behind him.
The RedPandalorian’s ship lifts off the ground, the landing gear folding into the panels. The ship flies higher up, quickly gaining speed. It soon disappears from view, the sky obscuring it. Then, suddenly, a sound like thunder cracks through the sky. Soon after, the ship descends. Fast.
The silver object, once high and triumphant in the sky, is now falling like a broken kite, spiraling down. Three miles away, the ship crashes, black smoke rising quickly.
Inside the ship, The RedPandalorian is unconscious, a fire raging around him. A black, cloaked figure stands beside him, holding a scythe. It looks toward the RedPandalorian, its face revealed to be a skull. Death is near.
Atamai and the other Matoran are shocked. They look around, trying to find the culprit for the horrible shot. Atamai sees a deformed Po-Matoran running away in the distance, holding a kanoka disk launcher and power carvers. She runs after him, knowing he is the Matoran who shot down the ship.
In Atamai’s pursuit, she catches a glimpse of the Matoran’s Kanohi. He wears a Komau.
“Hey, you!” She yells at the Po-Matoran. “Wait up! I need to talk to you!” She continues.
The Po-Matoran just runs faster, and Atamai struggles to catch up. She falls on her hands and knees, completely out of breath.
“You will pay for shooting RedPandalorian! Your destiny demands it!” She yells hoarsely at the running Matoran.
Akamai then stays, gaining her breath back. She stands up and then turns back, running back to her village. Her gaze is locked on the burning ship in the distance, and her face is etched with concern.
“One mount!” She yells to the Rahi rental when she approaches the village. She pulls out some widgets from her leaf bag, setting them on the Rahi Rental stand. The shop owner gladly takes them, releasing one racing Ussal crab.
Atamai swings one leg over the large biomechanical crab and then wraps her fingers around the borders of its shell. The crab starts crawling forward, its six speedy legs carrying it forward.
As Atamai steers the Ussal forward, the burning ship comes closer.
Atamai arrives at the ship, getting off the crab. She rushes in, entering through the large hole in the side of it. She sees a kanoka disk on the ground about the size of the hole. She then rushes through the ship’s hull, entering the cockpit and seeing the RedPandalorian’s body. She tries to remove his seatbelt, but it is stuck. She takes the RedPandalorian’s knife from his belt and cuts it, taking his body over her shoulder and rushing him out of the flames. She feels the fire burn her protodermis plating, but ignores it, focusing on her heroic drive.
There are likely several typos. And just to keep it from being confusing, the RedPandalorian featured in the story is actually not my SelfMOC. You will learn why my SelfMOC carries the same name later in the story.
