Hello, there. I’m new to the boards but have been a long time BIONICLE fan and fan-fic writer. I’ve been mostly active on the Custom Bionicle Wiki, where I’ve published my Empire of Makuta Saga (under the name DarthVorath). For those interested, you can check that out. This is a new story, however, and is set in an alternate universe where the 2005 storyline starts out… a little differently. See if you can spot the difference.
PROLOGUE
Toa Onewa was feeling seasick.
A violent jolt sent him crashing into the wall of the transport, not for the first time. Another sent him tumbling back and landing on his rear end, while Whenua tripped over his foot and landed mask-first onto the floor. Nearby, Nokama and Nuju were waving their arms frantically in order to keep their balance while Vakama was pressed against a wall, his arms wrapped tightly around a beam for support.
As the transport bounced along the ocean waves, Onewa shot an annoyed look in the direction of the Toa Metru’s green-armored pilot. “Ever thought about driving like a normal person, Matau?”
“I’m sorry, have you piloted a ship through a nasty-bad storm before?” the Toa of Air shot back. “Because if so, by all means take the wheel!”
“Enough,” said Vakama. “Do you see any sign of land?”
“I can’t see anything!” Matau exclaimed. He jerked the controls of the transport to avoid crashing into a barrier, knocking the other Toa off their feet once more.
Pushing Whenua off of him, Onewa got onto his hands and knees and pushed himself up onto his feet, placing a hand on either wall to keep himself standing. Carefully, he made his way over to the front of the transport and came to stand behind Matau in the pilot’s seat. Indeed, it was nearly impossible to see anything through the heavy rain as the crashing waves carried the transport along the Silver Sea. Whether they were getting any closer to Metru Nui than when they had first passed the Great Barrier was anyone’s guess.
“I don’t suppose a certain someone could use his mask to light the way?” Onewa called back.
“Do you really think I would be able to concentrate in these conditions?” retorted Whenua.
“I would think you would be able to make yourself somewhat useful.”
“Stop bickering!” said Nokama. “We’re not going to get to Metru Nui any faster if we keep fighting with one another.”
“Wait!” Matau exclaimed, his face lighting up. “I think I see the shore! We’re—”
A massive tidal wave suddenly rose from the sea and launched the transport several feet into the air, sending its passengers flying out of the vehicle. As the six Toa Metru fell back towards the sea, Onewa spent the few seconds he had before becoming submerged beneath the water deciding that he really, really hated the ocean.
Toa Vakama awoke to the taste of mud in his mouth. It took him a moment to realize this, as he had never had the opportunity to taste it before. After deciding it was definitely not to his liking, he scrambled up to his knees and spat it out, shaking his head in revulsion.
He looked around to survey the results of their arrival to the shores of Metru Nui. The storm had calmed to a light drizzle. Pieces of the Lhikan II were scattered across the beach, with tiny crabs crawling on top and inspecting them. They immediately scattered when the wreck shifted and Onewa popped out from underneath, an unpleasant look on his face.
“Well, that stunk,” the Toa of Stone muttered.
Another figure emerged from behind him, coughing at the cloud of dirt he had kicked up. “It would appear there was an error in our transport,” said Nuju. The scope of his white mask narrowed as he focused it on Matau, who was sticking out from what was left of the transport’s cockpit. “Pilot error.”
“Hey!” Matau exclaimed in protest. “You try piloting a poorly put-together transport through a storm! See if you can do better!”
“At least we made it one piece,” said Nokama, stepping out from the water. “Even if we can’t say the same about our ride.”
“Well, hopefully we’ll be able to find something together for the trip back,” said Whenua. The Toa of Earth walked over to Matau and pulled him out of the wreckage. “I’m sure there are still some Vahki Transports back at the Coliseum.”
“This is going to take forever, at the rate we’re going,” grumbled Onewa as he rose up. “We’ve only rescued, what, six spheres so far? And we lost one along the way, after dealing with a crazy Matoran and an evil talking plant.”
“Maybe we can find some Airships in Le-Metru,” suggested Nokama. “Those should be large enough to carry the remaining spheres. Right, Vakama?”
“Huh?” Vakama shook his head, not realizing he had been standing in one spot without having said a word. “Oh. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.”
Onewa tilted his head. “You feeling all right, fire-spitter? You’re not having another one of those visions, are you?”
“No, not a vision,” the Toa of Fire quietly replied. “It’s just that… something feels off about this.”
“Off about what?” asked Nuju.
“The city.” Vakama gestured to the rest of Metru Nui, which appeared to have gone untouched since they had left. “I don’t know what it is about it. It just doesn’t feel right.”
“It’s probably because it’s never been this quiet,” whispered Nokama. “Usually everything would be bustling with activity, but instead there’s… nothing. It’s all very… quiet.”
“Then let’s get a move on before the silence gets to our heads,” said Onewa. “Which way to Le-Metru?”
“Actually, I think we’re already there,” said Matau. He indicated the remains of green-colored structures laying up ahead. “We can probably find some Airships at the Moto-Hub. What’s left of it, anyway.”
“Let’s not waste any time then,” Vakama said, taking the lead. “Let’s go rescue the Matoran.”
With that, the six Toa Metru ventured into the ruins of Metru Nui, not knowing what awaited them in what remained of the City of Legends.
It was mostly finished anyway. Without further ado, here’s Chapter 2.
