The Monolith (Story Serial Continuation Project)

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 story is a direct continuation of Rising Star. It’s one of the largest stories yet, with quite a few characters.

Previous stories in this project:


Chapter 1

High in the Northern Bota Magna Mountains, a cloud of dust obscured the air. As the dust cleared, it would give way to a very bizarre sight: a massive red monolith of metal, precariously perched between the peaks of the mountains like an egg balanced on a pile of rocks.

This structure used to be known as the Red Star. In truth, however, it was actually a massive space station, created by the Great Beings to aid their giant robots in space travel. It was intended to stay in space, but it was able to land on a planet, if properly piloted. However, the course that had brought it to these mountains had been anything but a smooth landing.

Still, the structure held together, if barely. The metal edges were bent, but still held a semblance of the original shape. But the internal structure was fractured beyond repair. One good impact, and the whole thing would crumple like a broken mask.

Of course, there weren’t many things that could give a strong enough impact to a structure of this size. But there was one thing: the force of gravity. Right now, the peaks of seven of the mountains held it up, sticking high into the air. But if any one of them should give way, the structure would fall flat onto the ground beside the mountains, and then crumble under its own weight.

This would certainly spell death for the people inside the star… if any of them had survived the crash.


Ruhko could hardly believe his eyes.

For years, nearly as long as he could remember, he’d been trapped on the Red Star, seeing nothing but endless hallways of metal and organic material. Sometimes he’d forgotten what the sky looked like. Sometimes, he thought he might never see the outside world again.

But now, he found himself surrounded by woods, trees everywhere, as far as he could see. Looking up, he could see the dark sky, dimly lit by the setting sun. When he looked down, he saw dirt and grass and weeds and roots and all sorts of things he’d only seen when he ran into a Toa of Jungle.

He also saw a few piles of disturbing red gelatin scattered around, a disgusting sight, though not as disturbing as some of the things he’d seen on the Star. He might not remember much about forests, but he felt pretty sure those weren’t a normal feature of the woods.

Then again, he didn’t even know where this was, now that he thought about it. Shortly before the crash, one of the allies he’d gained, a teleporter named Botar, had taken Ruhko and a small group and teleported here. Apparently, it was some place that Toa Kopaka had known. Ruhko was about to ask the Toa of Ice where this was when the Toa spoke first.

“We have to go back for him.”

Ruhko stared at him, confused. Then he glanced around at the small group that had escaped from the star, and noticed that one was missing: the Toa of Stone, Pohatu, who had arrived with Kopaka and helped the group escape. “Oh no…” Ruhko said. “Did he not… ?”

Botar slammed his fist into a nearby tree. “I… I felt him disconnect from the rest of us just as I was teleporting,” he growled. “If I had figured out my powers, I might have been able to…” He shook his head. “It’s my fault. I failed the one thing I’m supposed to do.”

Nearby, the warrior known as Hydraxon shook his head. “It wasn’t your fault. Dying tends to mess with your head. I should know.” Like Botar, Hydraxon had completely lost his memories, until the sight of Kopaka and Pohatu had brought them back. The Star was supposed to revive someone with all their mental faculties intact, but the trauma of dying was apparently more then the Star’s creators had accounted for.

“Botar, can you take us back to where we just were, on board the Star?” Kopaka asked.

“If the internal structure has been damaged by the crash – and I’d be surprised if it wasn’t – teleporting back into it could be extremely risky,” Hydraxon said.

“Then we’ll have to teleport outside and find a way in,” Kopaka said. “We’re not leaving Pohatu.”

“Hold up,” Ruhko said. “After everything we went through to get away from that place, now you want to go back?”

Kopaka glared sternly at the Fe-Matoran for a moment, but then his gaze softened. “You don’t have to come,” he said. “None of you do. I understand if you never want to see that place again. But I’m going. I have to.”

“I’m coming too,” the Ga-Matoran Quilha announced.

Ruhko stared at her, shocked. Of the people Ruhko had met on the Star, Quilha was the one who was most determined to leave the place. She had hated the star, with every fiber of her being. She was the last one Ruhko would have expected to volunteer to go back – especially for a Toa, given her feelings about the Toa.

But Quilha met his gaze, and Ruhko saw that she was just as determined as ever. “Pohatu helped save us from that nightmare,” she said. “The least I can do is try to save him.”

“If you’re going, I’m going too.” This came from Mavrah, the third member of Ruhko’s original group. “I’m not letting you risk your life without me.”

“I – I should – p-p-probably – I m-mean, I’d like to go, b-but…” the stammering, broken words came from the Grey Turaga, who had helped conceal the Toa from the Star’s Kestora managers and gotten the Star out of the sky – before the interference of a mad Toa made it crash.

“It’s all right,” the other Turaga, Lhikan, said. “I’ll stay here with you. You’ve done enough.”

Kopaka frowned. “It might not be good for two Turaga to stay here alone. Especially if whatever did… that is still around.” Kopaka pointed down towards the piles of red goo scattered around the woods.

“I’ll come back here for them,” Botar said. “I’m… in no position to fight, but if anyone comes, I can get them to safety, at least.”

“Is no one else going to point out that there might still be a mad Kestora with an army of Toa on that Star?” Toa Ivohku said. “They’re not going to be happy with us.”

Hydraxon’s eyes narrowed. “I’d like to show them I’m not happy with them either,” he said.

“I’m… kinda responsible for all the Toa being under their control,” Ivohku said. “I guess I should help free them.”

“That just leaves you, Ruhko,” Kopaka said. “How about it? Are you staying or going?”

Ruhko took one last glance around at the woods, the outside world, the thing he’d been fighting for for so long. But then, he gazed at Quilha and Mavrah, his closest friends for the past few centuries, standing next to the two Toa and Botar. He had to go with them, even if it meant returning to that awful place, even if it meant facing the Kestora again.

“I’m in,” he said.


Author’s notes: With such a large group of escapees, I wanted to trim down this group to a smaller cast. Thus, we have just six going back to the star.
Just a quick clarifying note: that red goop is the remains of Tren Krom, since Kopaka had Botar teleport them to the last place he and Pohatu were at.

Chapters will be posted as they’re ready.

Chapter 2

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very cool!!!

You’re back :D! Looking forward to see how all this turns out!

It’s back! And it’s about one of the most exciting cliffhangers the story originally had!

As I personally always thought that Toa of The Green should be called Toa of Jungle, I am glad to see them being called like that somewhere outside of my head.

Also, as remains of Tren Krom keep getting described as “red goo”, I wonder, whether they should be subject to decay processes. 'Cause some time passed since his death, and if he was made of muscle-like tissue (which wasn’t clarified though, to my knowledge), it might be a nice detail to add. That is pretty much an unconfirmed hypothesis, but I just thought it’s an interesting idea.

So yeah, glad to read again=)!

Ooh this was pretty good. I’m glad that you posted an actual continuation alongside your April fools joke. Very nice
Also,

I prefer Toa of Plantlife myself.

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I’ve been waiting for this continuation, and I’m excited to see where it goes.

Tren Krom was made of the same artificial tissue as the organic parts of other Matoran Universe inhabitants, and it has been said that organic protodermis can decay:

As nice as “Jungle” sounds, I feel like “Plantlife” and “The Green” make more sense, since they refer to plants in general, while “Jungle” specifically refers to a large area of trees and plantlife with certain climate conditions.

Ultimately, though, there’s no reason that such a Toa couldn’t be referred to as a Toa of Jungle. Plus, that’s how the Element was referred to on Spherus Magna, so perhaps the naming carried over into the Matoran Universe.

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I’ll be honest, even though I do imagine it would be decaying, it’s not really something that I care to write about in too much detail. That is one thing I prefer to leave intentionally vague.

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It would look redder if it was decaying, but it would start to change color over the course of a few weeks due to decomposition. That’s all I’ll say on that subject.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Kopaka and his group weren’t the only ones heading toward the Star. To the east, a very different group marched through the forest toward the crash site. Unlike Kopaka’s crew, however, none of them knew what they might find there.

Well, one of them had an idea. The Great Being known as Fierah clearly knew more than she let on, but she wasn’t the most willing to share what she knew, much to the annoyance of the rest.

Behind her trod three Toa – Chiara, Orde, and Zaria, who had initially been tasked with finding the Great Beings – and two Glatorian, Strakk and Gelu, who had gotten involved even though neither of them wanted to be. In Strakk’s arms, he held the limp body of a Toa of Air, the whole reason they were going to the Star in the first place. None of the group had spoken since they set out toward the Star – save for Strakk complaining about having to carry the dead body.

The Star was so big, it completely blocked out the sun, which was approaching the horizon somewhere to the west. Gelu had brought one of the torches from Fierah’s hideout, allowing the crew to see. Behind him, Zaria was using his elemental power to craft new weapons for the crew, since all of them but Strakk had had their weapons stolen by the Vorox earlier. He couldn’t match the colors perfectly, but he could get the basic shapes. He’d even crafted a new Ice Slicer for Gelu, though he was unable to match the properties of the Exsidian coating due to lacking familiarity with the alloy. It wasn’t a perfect replica, but it would suffice.

Orde, for his part, kept trying to probe Fierah’s mind. But the Great Being knew how to block him out, to his frustration. He also periodically scanned the area for any minds nearby, to make sure the group wasn’t about to be ambushed. With Zaria using his powers to forge weapons, the group would be able to tell if their powers were shut off again.

Suddenly, there was a cry from Strakk. The group turned to see him looking down at his hands – his empty hands, no sign of the body he’d been carrying.

“What happened?” Chiara cried.

Strakk raised his hands defensively. “Don’t look at me!” he said. “The guy was there one moment, gone the next!”

“That’s–” Fierah started to say, but then stopped.

Orde glared at her. “That’s what?”

“I was going to say that’s impossible,” she said. “That sounds like the Star took him. But we aren’t inside either of the Robots, so it shouldn’t have been able to detect his death.” She frowned. “Unless… if the Star’s systems were rebooted somehow after the Robot’s fall, and it was scanning the surface instead…”

“Okay, back up a bit,” Orde said. “I’m tired of vague and confusing. Tell it to us straight, Fierah: what is this Star, and where is Lesovikk?”

“You mean… you don’t know about the Star’s revival functionality?” Fierah said.

“Enlighten us,” Orde said.

“The Star was supposed to act as a back-up if anyone died in the Mata Nui robot,” Fierah said. “Special scanners placed throughout the Robot would pick up the moment of their death, and then their body would be brought to the Star where they could be repaired, or if necessary, a new body created,” Fierah said.

“Well, that clearly didn’t happen,” Zaria said. “I’ve seen many people die. Never heard of a single one coming back.”

“Wait,” Gelu said. “If I’m understanding this correctly, you have to die inside the Robot to be brought back. Correct?”

Fierah nodded. “As I said, special scanners would detect the moment of your death, and a scan would be made so that a revival was possible.”

“So let me get this straight,” Orde said. “Even if we brought Lesovikk’s body to the Star, we wouldn’t have been able to bring him back?”

“Well, there was always a chance,” Fierah said. “If the damage from the venom wasn’t too extensive, we might be able to retrieve his mind and forcibly transplant it to another body.”

“But now we don’t even have his body,” Strakk pointed out.

“If it’s been taken to the Star, then that means it somehow scanned him before death – maybe bouncing a signal through some of the tech in my bunker, seeing as he died right outside of it. That means all we need to do is get to the Star and make sure the revival goes smoothly.”

“And who’s to say that the revival tech works?” Chiara pointed out. “None of us have seen someone come back from the Star, so clearly something went wrong with it.”

“I have,” Orde said. The rest of the group turned to him. “Since I never heard of anything like it again, I thought it was just a legend… a team of Toa who were slain in battle, but came back to conquer their foes. But that was over 80,000 years ago…”

“Okay, so we know it might have worked at some point,” Chiara said. “That still doesn’t help us now.”

“If the death scanners are still working, then there’s only two other things that could be broken,” Fierah said. “One, the revival tech isn’t working. Two, the send-back function isn’t working. If it’s option two, that would leave all the revived people stuck on the Star.”

“Yikes,” Gelu said.

“So, it’s quite possible that we’re heading to a Star full of revived dead people who have been stuck on there for up to 80,000 years?” Strakk said.

“That’s a distinct possibility,” Fierah said.

“Oh, wonderful,” Strakk said. “Remind me, how much were you planning on paying me?”


Author’s notes: I know this is a lot of set-up and not a lot happening yet, but there’s big stuff coming; but I also wanted to explain a bit more about how the Star works (well, worked). Small note: I wrote this before Greg revealed what their weapons were, so I avoided being too specific. Later on they might be specified.

Chapter 3

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ooh cool
It’ll be interesting to see what becomes of Lesovikk…

Just wondering: do the Kestora have weapons? or do they rely on the help of revived beings to defend the Red Star in case of an attack?

They do have some bladed energy weapons, according to BS01.

Sounds about right, for beings with that much access to advanced tech!

Yeah, the Kestora’s weapons show up briefly in Rising Star; Ruhko still has one of them.

I made the Kestora in a D&D mod, but I gave them plasma rifles and daggers instead of plasma swords.

Chapter 2


Chapter 3

Kopaka stared at the red wall of metal in front of him, thinking.

The first task he and his team needed to overcome was getting into the Star. There was an easy way to do that, of course: with his mask power and Botar’s teleportation, they could teleport safely into the Star. But perhaps the easiest solution wouldn’t be the right one; they also needed to create an exit from the Red Star for any survivors to leave. Botar had a limit to how many people he could teleport with, according to Hydraxon.

That meant they had to break through the wall somehow. The walls had already proved to be resistant to his elemental power, and his powers were too drained from overusing them on the Star anyway.

These walls are meant to hold up to the vacuum of space, Kopaka thought. How can we get through them?

“Maybe there’s some type of door?” Quilha suggested. “I doubt the Great Beings designed this thing with teleportation as the only way in or out.”

Kopaka suddenly remembered the escape hatch that he and the other Toa had used to escape the Great Spirit Robot. He scanned the wall of the robot, looking for a similar hatch, and finally found one… way up in the air. With the lens in his mask, he estimated that it was 80 Bio from the ground. The Star was likely not meant to land crooked like this, and the hatch would probably be closer to the ground if it landed normally.

His first instinct was to use his elemental power to make a pillar of ice and lift the group, before he remembered his powers were drained. Pohatu could easily have lifted the group, but he wasn’t here either.

But there was one more way to get there. “Ivohku, do you think you can get us up there?”

Ivohku nodded, and the group joined hands, before all of them started to rise upwards, lifted by Ivohku’s gravity power. The three Matoran rose the fastest, but they held on to Kopaka’s hand and stayed with the rest. It took them about a minute to reach the hatch. Ivohku adjusted the gravity on the group until they all hovered in front of it.

“Looks like an Air Cycle hatch,” Ruhko said. “I’ve seen them before on sea craft. When it’s pressurized, it’s practically impossible to open, but in an atmosphere, it’s just a matter of pulling it open.” Ruhko grabbed the handle, pulled… and nothing happened. “Well, unless it gets stuck.”

“Allow me,” Hydraxon said. Jamming one of his wrist blades into the side of the hatch, he twisted it to the side, until it finally snapped open. There was a slight hiss of air from the Air Cycle lock as it opened. Beyond it, there was an open tunnel.

Hydraxon pulled himself in first, then helped the rest get in. The hallway slanted heavily to the side, and Kopaka had to brace against the wall.
He paused to take one last glance outside. Hopefully, when the group was ready to leave, they would have Pohatu with them, and he could create a stone ramp down to the surface. If he was still alive… no, Kopaka refused to think that. Pohatu would be fine, and Kopaka would find him.

Grimly, the Toa of Ice turned and walked into the dark hallway.


Ivohku’s Mask of Night Vision lit up the darkened hallway. As he did so, he realized he had no idea how long it had been since he’d been here under his own power. How long had the Kestora controlled him?

Unwittingly, his mind flashed back to the last time he remembered being on the Star…


Years ago…

“The won’t even let us look at it!”

An irate Iron Toa slammed his hand against the wall of the Red Star. He was one of the first Toa of Iron who had been killed by the Makuta, simply because his power posed a threat to them. Then, he had been forced to watch as more Toa of Iron and Magnetism came to the Red Star. He wanted to warn them, that the Makuta had gone dark and they were in danger, but he couldn’t, because he was trapped on this infernal star of the dead.

“Calm down, brother,” a low voice said from the corner. This came from a Toa of Earth who had been part of the Iron Toa’s team, and had died fighting beside him. “Let the Kestora do their duty. This is their land, not ours.”

“I think calling this place ‘land’ is a bit of a stretch,” a Toa of Air said. “But he’s got a point. The Kestora’s duty is to get this place fixed. Our duty is to protect people, even here. That six-armed monster is still up here somewhere…”

“If it’s the Kestora’s duty, why haven’t they done it?” Ivohku said. He was the most recent Toa to arrive here. “Some of you have been up here for thousands of years! Maybe whatever’s wrong here, the Kestora can’t fix.”

“See?” the Iron Toa said. “He agrees with me.”

“So what do you suggest we do about it?” a Water Toa asked.

“There’s all kinds of people stuck here,” Ivohku said. “Crafters, inventors, tinkerers, even the Nynrah Ghosts. Surely there’s someone who can get this place working and get us home. Because I think it’s obvious the Kestora can’t do it.”

“One should not try to take the duties of another,” the Earth Toa said. “This is what the Kestora are supposed to do.”

“Yeah, and the Makuta were ‘supposed’ to protect the Matoran,” the Iron Toa pointed out. “And look how that turned out. They kill people to suit their own needs. You think the Kestora keep them dead for the same reason?”

“No,” the Earth Toa said. “I don’t think that.”

“Maybe I do,” Ivohku said. “And maybe it’s time we did something about it.”


It took some time, but Ivohku had rallied other Toa to his cause. He had led a group of Toa against the Kestora.

The attack didn’t go as planned. And just like the Makuta, they decided to eliminate the threat. A new weapon was built, ironically by the Kestora named Makuta, and soon all of the Toa were under their control.

Ivohku had led them to their doom.


Author’s notes: I really wanted to emphasize just how much Ivohku feels responsible for what happened to the Toa on the Star.

Chapter 4

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Ah yes very nice. I like the little interlude thingy with Ivohku.

This whole story is written very accurately to the style of the original serials, but this little bit sticks out to me as being particularly good. I could easily see this being an actual legend in the Bionicle story.

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Sorry for the delay; had some stuff come up this weekend.

Chapter 3


Chapter 4

On the other side of the Star, a different group was trying to get in, though they had a very different means of entrance.

Zaria held up his hand, exerting his power over Iron to open up a gap in the outer wall of the Star. It wasn’t easy – there was something else mixed in with the metal, something that didn’t respond to his powers. Still, he finally managed to open up a section, bit by bit, until…

Something burst out of the opening, falling onto the ground. Zaria took a closer look, then recoiled when he realized what it was.

“What is it?” Chiara asked.

“Bodies,” Zaria replied. Several bodies, at least a dozen, lay in a pile. Some of them looked Matoran, while others were unfamiliar.

“Isn’t this place supposed to bring people back from the dead?” Strakk pointed out.

“This doesn’t bode well,” Fierah said quietly.

Orde shook his head. “We can’t turn back now,” he said. “Whatever’s going on in there, we have to face it. Oh Great One, you know the layout of this place?” He said Great One as if it were an insult, but one Fierah apparently chose to ignore.

“I know it well enough, yes,” she replied.

“Well, first off, do you know where the lights are?” Chiara said. “It looks pretty dark in there. Shame Zaria can’t conjure up a lightstone.”

“The lights may not have survived the crash,” Fierah said.

“These will still last for a while,” Gelu said, holding up his torch. “Still, I’d rather not be stuck in the dark in there when they burn out.”

Orde was considering the best way to address this issue when the answer decided to present itself.

“It sounds like you need a Toa of Light, then.”


Somewhere in the Star, Delara’s eyes flashed open.

Voices. He heard voices. He’d always heard lots of voices, hearing almost everything on the Star. It was strangely quiet now, and there weren’t as many voices as before.

But there were some new ones, some he hadn’t heard before, and one that he definitely had heard before. This one was different, though. It came from before the madness, before the two Skakdi had sent him here.

He remembered that voice. He’d hated that voice. That voice had betrayed him. He’d sworn, if he ever heard that voice again, he’d… he’d…

He’d follow the Toa Code, that was it. And the Toa Code was very specific: Toa must kill.

Delara got to his feet. Very well then. This new arrival would be the next one that he would kill.


Takanuva stared at the group in front of him. Four of them he recognized as the group Onua had sent in search of the Great Beings. The white-armored Glatorian and the robed figure were unfamiliar to him. To his surprise, though, it was the robed figure who first spoke his name.

“Takua?” she said, seeming shocked.

“Well, yes and no,” he said. “It’s Takanuva now, Toa of Light. Sorry, Toa Nuva of Light. Guess we’re here for the same reason?”

“Takanuva?” Gelu said. “You don’t look like the Takanuva I know.”

“Energized Protodermis tends to do that,” Takanuva said. He suddenly remembered that the Toa Nuva had had the same issue back when they first transformed – the Matoran took a while to get comfortable with their new appearance. As a Matoran, Takua had been scared of Tahu Nuva at first, until he realized it was the same person, just more powerful. “I may have changed, but I’m still the same old Takanuva you fought Makuta alongside.”

“Wait, fought Makuta?” the robed female said. “You never told me about that.”

“Well, there’s a lot you haven’t told us,” Orde pointed out. “If you ask me, that’s only fair.”

“So, who’s she?” Takanuva asked. “One of the natives?”

Orde and Gelu shared a glance. “You… could say that, yes,” Orde said. “How did you get here so fast? We’re several days away from the villages.”

“That’s a long story,” Takanuva said. “Sounds like we all have a few of those. Perhaps we should sit down and share a few? I am the former Chronicler, after all.”

“Our mission is urgent,” Fierah said. “We must stop Marendar before he finds us.”

“What’s a Marendar?” Takanuva asked.

Before anyone could respond, Zaria suddenly cut in. “There’s something moving in the Star,” he said. The group turned toward him. He had his hand on one of the metal walls, feeling it. “It’s coming this way. Fast.”

All of the Toa prepared for battle. Takanuva held up his hand, lighting up the dark tunnel. He listened, but nothing was coming. Maybe whatever Zaria had felt had–

He never saw the attack coming. All of a sudden, something hit him, knocking him off his feet with a deafening clap. He’d only felt something like that once before, when he’d tried to retrieve one of the Toa’s Nuva Symbols from Kohrok-Kal, the Bohrok-Kal of Sound. No wonder he hadn’t heard the attacker approach.

He sat up, and saw a grey-armored Toa run out of the dark. No sooner had it become visible than Zaria held out his hand and halted the Toa’s charge, using his power to hold the Toa’s armor. The Toa growled angrily, realizing he couldn’t move.

“I can heeeeear you,” the Toa said. Takanuva realized suddenly that no eyes were visible behind his mask; he was blind. “I know you’re heeeeere… Orde.”

Takanuva turned to the Toa of Psionics, who had taken a step back. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Delara?”


Author’s notes: Credit to @TheJerminator for pointing out that the Great Beings would definitely call him Takua. Won’t be the last time, either.

Chapter 5

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oh no
what did you do orde

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