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.
The next story in this project was supposed to be the Red Star plotline. However, writing that story is turning out to be hard. Like, I know where things are ultimately going, but figuring out how to get from point A to point B is giving me some issues. But I do have this story ready to go.
Previous Stories in this project
My name is Lewa. I’m a member of the Toa Nuva. At one time, my team and I were destined to reawaken the Great Spirit, Mata Nui. And we did that. But then a big evil villain tricked us and took his place, taking control over our world, and my life has been chaos ever since.
Well, I guess it was always chaotic, but it was chaos with a purpose. I always knew what I was doing, what the end goal was. Now, half the time I have no clue what I’m doing. And never was that more true than when I got to Bota Magna.
Where should I start this story? Onua would say to start at the beginning, as far back as you can. Kopaka would only tell the most important parts of the story and skip all the details. Gali would turn the story into some kind of lesson, where you’re supposed to learn something.
But they’re not telling this story. I am. And I’m going to tell the part you really want to hear: the most daring, exciting, and fun part.
So there I was, trekking through the woods, surrounded by Agori.
If you’re wondering what Agori are, well so was I. When I first saw them, I thought they were Matoran, the people Toa are sworn to protect. But they’re not, though they’re a lot like Matoran: short, powerless, but not to be underestimated.
The Agori, in turn, were surrounded by these black-armored warriors called Skrall. Now, in my day, I’ve faced a lot of evil villains, so I like to think I know bad guys when I see them. These Skrall were evil, I was sure of it. They hadn’t actually attacked us, not yet, but I was not going to take my eyes off them.
We had been travelling through the forest when we ran into the Skrall, and now they were escorting us… somewhere. It’s not that they hadn’t said where we were going; rather, if they did, I couldn’t understand them. See, the Agori and the Skrall spoke a different language than I did. They couldn’t understand me, and I couldn’t understand them.
If only I had a Rau, a mask of translation. I normally wear a mask of levitation, but I have access to five other masks through my Suva, and can call them to me when I need them. Unfortunately, there was no mask of translation on my Suva.
But maybe there could be? It was then that I had a brilliant idea. You see, I hadn’t had access to my other masks when I first came to this jungle, but I did now. Certain barriers could block my connection to my Suva, but if I had that connection back, either the barrier was down, or the Suva had been moved. If the Suva had been moved, then perhaps someone was near it. And if someone was near it, maybe they could help me.
I took off my mask, and a feeling of weakness came over me (that happens if a Toa isn’t wearing a mask). Then, I got some mud on my finger, and wrote ‘Rau please’ on the forehead. I placed the mask back on, then focused and shifted to a different mask, the mask of shielding. Now my mask of levitation would be back on the Suva, and hopefully, someone would see the message and could get me a Rau.
As I waited for my request to be fulfilled, I studied the Skrall, my potential enemies. They were about the same height as Toa, but that was where the similarities ended. They actually had red skin, with thick black armor. They were slightly hunched, and had long limbs. Unlike the Agori, who wore various different unique types of armor, the Skrall all had uniform armor, making them look all the same. The only exception was the leader, who had more bulky, spiked armor.
They all carried weapons: swords, clubs, and spears. Many of them had some kind of launcher attached, though not one I recognized. They all had a shield with a razor saw edge, that looked like it could rip through armor or weapons. Although, my armor was made of Protosteel, so they wouldn’t be able to damage it so easily. That wouldn’t protect the Agori, though.
Speaking of my armor, I took a look at it. This cool forger guy named Artakha gave me and my team adaptive armor, which adapts to our surroundings and environment. My jungle armor had small cutting tools on the wrist for cutting through dense foliage (not that I needed them right now, since the Skrall were cutting a path for everyone). My mask had radar capabilities, although that only applied to my mask of levitation, and I wasn’t wearing that now. My weapon had turned into a pair of bladed tonfas, which could also double as wings to aid in flying, and my blaster had become the same type of launcher the Skrall held. Apparently, it launched some type of fruit with a spiked outer shell.
Yeah, I could probably take a Skrall in a fight. Unless, of course, they had powers I didn’t know about. Y’know, someone should make a mask that tells you what powers your enemy has. Why hasn’t anyone ever done that?
As we came out of the forest into a clearing, the Skrall stopped their march. Ahead of us, I could see a trail leading up into the mountains. The Skrall leader was saying something to the Agori leader, and she didn’t seem too happy about it.
This would be a great time to be able to understand what they were saying. Time to see if my message worked. I focused on the power of translation… and a mask of translation appeared on my face.
I gave a silent thanks to whoever had helped me, and activated the mask. Suddenly, I could understand what the Skrall leader was saying.
“…that’s if he survives, of course. The Stronghold is supposed to be a treacherous place.” The Skrall looked at me, and I realized he was discussing whether I would survive this trip.
It was right then and there that I knew this would be a fun trip.