I posted this on Reddit over the summer, but it’s about time I posted it here as well. This is not an official continuation, but rather my idea of where the story could have gone had it been continued. This is part of my “BIONICLE: Reborn” project, an attempt to wrap up the loose threads of G1 in a concise story. More coming soon.
For a recap of the canon chapters of “The Yesterday Quest”, check out this link: https://biosector01.com/wiki/The_Yesterday_Quest
Chiara wasn’t known for being patient on the best of days, but this journey was starting to test her limits. She’d gone along with Zaria’s plan in the hopes of catching Kabrua and his Vorox by surprise from their elevated position, but was dumbfounded when her Lightning powers suddenly seemed to abandon her. Judging from Zaria’s expression and the way Gelu and Orde had abandoned the plan, she figured the same must’ve been true for them, as well. While Kabrua and two of his trackers had gone after them, the other two Vorox had stayed behind in the clearing below, clearly searching for the rest of the party.
“Any luck?” she whispered to her companion. Zaria reached out again towards the Vorox, trying with all his might to call one of their weapons to him, but it didn’t move an inch.
“Nothing.” he muttered. “We’re trapped.”
Chiara’s eyes caught a glint of something in one of the Vorox’s hands. She looked closer, and noticed he was holding a small silver box covered in buttons with an antenna sticking out of the top. A small red light flashed on the front of the device.
“I think that device is what’s shutting off our powers. We need to get it so we can get our powers back.” Chiara focused for a moment, activating her Mask of Stealth, and found to her surprise that it still worked, camouflaging her and dampening her sound. “My Volitak still works. Whatever that thing is doesn’t work on mask powers.”
“You have a plan?”
“Not a great one, but yeah. Wait for my signal, then try reaching out with your powers again.” Chiara took a deep breath and activated her mask again. Slowly, she made her way down the outcropping to the ground below, taking great care not to stir up any leaves or dirt to alert the enemy to her presence. The Volitak was excellent for masking Chiara’s presence, but it didn’t make her invisible. If the enemy was alerted to her movements, she’d be defenseless.
Steadily, surely, Chiara crept up behind the Vorox holding the device, grabbing a stone off the ground as she did. In one swift motion, she swung the rock as hard as she could, knocking the tracker out in a single hit and causing him to fall to his back. Before she could grab it, the remote fell to the ground, shattering.
The other Vorox whirled, raising his ranged weapon towards her, only to have his weapon ripped by Zaria with his Iron powers. Faster than he could react, Chiara planted a palm on the tracker’s chest and let loose a burst of electricity, knocking him unconscious. Moments later, Zaria rejoined Chiara on the ground below.
Zaria looked at the shattered remote with disappointment. “We could’ve learned something from that. Maybe taken it to someone back in New Atero who could’ve analyzed it and figured out how to counteract it."
Chiara shrugged. “Sorry. Hopefully Kabrua has another one.”
Just then, there was a loud rustling in the brush beside them, and Zaria raised his new weapon while Chiara charged a bolt of lightning in her hand, ready to strike.
“It’s us!” Gelu said, stepping out of the bushes with his hands raised. Orde followed along beside him. “We gave Kabrua the slip. Looks like you guys handled your trackers, as well. Orde has some news to share.”
Orde recounted to his teammates how he’d read Kabrua’s mind and learned that not only was his master one of the Great Beings, but he had been secretly living within the Great Spirit in disguise, and had now emigrated to Spherus Magna with the rest of their people.
“Did you get a look at who it was? Or see their face?” Zaria asked.
Orde shook his head. “No. I had to pull back before Kabrua could sense me. But I did learn that whoever this Great Being is, they are not friendly. This Being has been plotting something for over a hundred thousand years, and I didn’t get the sense that they were planning on welcoming us to this world with open arms.”
“We need to capture Kabrua.” Gelu said. “He could tell us more about this Great Being and what his plans are.”
Orde turned his attention to one of the unconscious Vorox. A plan began to form in his mind, and he allowed himself a small smile. “I think I may know how to get his attention.”
Somewhere, not far from where Zaria, Chiara, Orde, and Gelu were currently fighting for their lives, something else was stalking through the forest. Though it was large and bulky, the being moved near-silently, its footsteps light and gentle on the jungle floor. Though its pace was unhurried, it did have a sense of purpose to its movements, following a strict path through the trees.
The being had no thoughts, not really. It wasn’t the kind of being that had the time or even the capacity for true thought. It had directives, and it had an awareness of its surroundings, but it had no opinion on those directives, no emotion to guide its steps. It had a purpose – a duty, one might say – and it would devote all of its energy to the execution of that purpose.
Not much farther into the jungle, the being could sense them: three beings who possessed an abundance of elemental energies, whose biomechanical nature denoted them as something alien, other, from this world.
The being had no opinion on Toa, either. It didn’t need one. The Great Beings, in their wisdom, had not felt it necessary for their creation to have such unnecessary things like “emotion”. It didn’t care whether the Toa were protectors, or warriors, or tyrants, or villains. Such titles did not matter. What did matter was that the Toa possessed massive amounts of elemental energies, enough to make them a threat to the natives of this world. And that couldn’t be allowed to continue. These threats had to be eliminated.
“For our people.” its creator had said. “You will be their Salvation.”
And so the being called Marendar continued its trek, tracking the beings that posed a threat to all its creators had built. It had to. It knew nothing else.