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Iron 🦾
This is mostly OCs (mostly Toa as well). Listed in order:
Njara, Techpriest Missionary (original design by Sue/LadyKopaka, character belongs to @mugbearerscorner)
Ferron, Toa Avotai of Iron (belongs to Geardirector)
Jhard and Strider, Uniters of Iron (my OC, they fuse into something like a g2 uniter but they are from g1)
Deui (belongs to @mugbearerscorner)
Jodhan (belongs to @currentlyunknown)
Zaria (canon character interpretation, I gave him a gun)
Koschei, Necromancer Turaga of Iron (my OC, she's evil)
Rauta, Skakdi Matriarch of Metal (my OC)
Sevetu, Toa Kaita of Inspiration, Ferron is one of their components (my OC, + Arkoa another Kaita)
Artworks are from anywhere between 2016 to 2020.
#bionicle#fe-matoran#toa of iron#biomech#biomechanical#biomecha#demi-bionicle-art#demi-oc-art#demitsorou-art#njara#ferron#deui#jhard#jodhan#zaria#koschei#rauta#sevetu
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The Toa Otoka
The Toa Otoka were the second Toa Team to be formed on Okoto Nui. They were formed in response to Matoran going missing along side sightings of strange, never before seen Rahi.
Each of the members of this team knew each other prior to becoming Toa, having met in Metru Nui before the Reformation. Though they bicker at times, they work together fairly well as a team.
Emana Toa of Psionics and a former Scholar and Archaeologist. She worked for the Grand Archives and studied the Agori Ruins found across the island. Though she wasn't much of a fighter, she was trained in fencing, training she puts to use as a Toa. She has an interest in the macabre, something she shares with Vhoke. She and Rakewii are in a relationship.
Rakewii Toa of Fire and mask maker. Rakewii lived in the hustle and bustle of Ta-Ifo working as a mask maker for a local mask shop. He has decent aim making him a perfect sharp shooter for his team. He's often jokey and rarely takes things seriously. He and Emana are in a relationship.
Rakota Toa of Lightning and village guard. Rakota can be incredibly blunt and rather impatient at times, but she cares deeply for her friends. She's closest to Melu, as both traveled together across Mata Nui before the move back to Metru Nui. She owns a pair of Sentinel Hounds.
Vhoke Toa of Plant Life and a former Rahi care taker. She worked at a rescue shelter in her village on Okoto Nui and has very extensive knowledge of Rahi. Her hands and feet had been modified, both for defense and locomotion. She has a pet Guurii.
Akale Toa of Iron and former caravan guard. Akale is the leader. He is the most outwardly mature, and his time as a caravan guard in Po-Oko gave him all the experience he needed to lead and protect others. He wields a heavy blaster, which has only become more powerful as a Toa.
Melu Toa of Air and former courier. Most of the Toa Team met each other through Melu. Even before the Great Cataclysm, he worked as courier in Metru Nui. He and Rokota met and traveled together on Mata Nui, and after the return to Metru Nui he met and befriended Emana and Rakewii, and would later meet Vhoke and Akale on Okoto Nui. He's not the most heroic individual, but tries his best to be useful for his team.
Though they aren't part of the Toa Team, there are several other Matoran tied to this team that try to help them in their efforts to find the source of these strange Rahi and why they are kidnapping Matoran.
#bionicle#bionicle moc#lego#lego moc#okoto nui#matoran#toa#Toa of Psionics#Ce-Matoran#Toa of Fire#Ta-Matoran#Toa of Lightning#Vo-Matoran#Toa of Plant Life#Bo-Matoran#Toa of Iron#Fe-Matoran#Toa of Air#Le-Matoran
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I wonder if the decision to include Iron among the Matoran tribes was at all controversial amongst the Great Beings.
By that point, Annona and the Dreaming Plague were events of the distant past, and all that was left of the Agori Iron Tribe were madmen, marauders, and outcasts. Most long gone and the survivors reviled as plague-carriers. The inclusion of the Fe-Matoran in the MU may have been seen by some as inviting misfortune, tempting fate to repeat itself.
If so, it's a shame that, in a way, they were completely right.
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Wharfmaster Dihvok
Aqua Magna, c. 100,000 AGR
These days, it's not uncommon to come across biomechs who have chosen to link their minds to the bahrag queens. Dihvok's mannerisms can be unsettling to those who don't know him well, but he and his helpers always keep the goods moving through the docks and the town's infrastructure in tip-top shape.
Moctober 2022, day 15
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M.O.C.24:Phantom The Dark Hunter
Being mutated does come with limited employment opportunities.
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Creator: Trimondius01
#lego#bionicle#mutation#mutant#matoran#matoran universe#fe-matoran#matoran of iron#nynrah ghost#dark hunters#hunter#bounty hunter#crafts#crafter#cloth#cape#multiple models#multiple limbs#multiple arms#tool#armor#armor plates
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VUATA
"The…the ship," the Vo-Matoran gasped, dragging herself up onto the rocks.
She collapsed, mask down. Waves crashed against the jagged shoreline. A few remnants of shattered debris drifted in and out with the foam.
"Are you injured?" a voice called. The Vo-Matoran looked up to see one of the Ga-Matoran standing over her. She stooped and pulled seaweed from the Vo-Matoran's mask.
"I am whole," the Vo replied slowly. "But the ship…"
"The ship is gone," the Ga said, helping the Vo to her feet. "Come further up, away from the water. The sea is still dangerous."
The other Matoran were gathered in a low flat place in the center of the island. Low thunder carried on the breeze.
"I have found another," the Ga called out as they approached.
"This is good," the Fe replied. "We are six now."
"A good number," said the Ko. "More fortunate, given our plight."
"We must make another search, on the next cycle," the other Ga said. "But now that we are six…"
"We must take council," said the Onu. "Yes, it is time."
They drew the Amaja Circle in the gravel, and each Matoran took up their place on its margin.
The Ko cast a pale stone into the center of the circle. "We must devise a plan to escape," he said. "We will be needed at our destination."
"How?" the Fe ventured, pushing forward his ruddy stone. "The ship is destroyed, and we cannot rebuild it now. We have no materials…"
"I believe," the Onu said, "that we must stay put, for now."
"Survive here?" the Ko asked. "For how long?"
"Until we are rescued," the Vo said, setting down a quartz stone.
"No–until we can create a new vessel," the Fe countered.
"It would be a great undertaking," the Onu said, musing. "The seas here are treacherous."
"Too great an undertaking for us," the Vo said. "Surely--we are only six, and we have no Turaga."
"Not too great," one of the Ga chimed in. "We are builders, after all–each of us, in our own way."
"But how--"
"--We must rely on the Rule in Absence," the Ga finished.
"It is true," said the second Ga, the one who had found the Vo by the shore. "We have all that we need here."
"Agreed," said the Onu.
"The island is desolate," said the Ko, "barely a mound of rocks. And see how the smoke of the eruption obscures the sky? The stars are closed to me."
"For now," the first Ga replied. "Until then, the Rule in Absence shall guide us."
The Ko did not reply. He removed his stone from the circle.
They cast the sixfold lot, as the Rule required. The first Ga who had spoken was chosen as Elder. Now she was no longer Ga, but Raga.
A light snow of ash began to fall.
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They scavenged the margins of the island for the first few days, gathering the remnants of their wrecked ship. The Ga and Raga attempted to swim out to the reef, but found that the ocean was still too heated to endure. The horizon was a mass of steam, and the ash fell steadily, coating both land and sea in gray.
Three masks washed ashore--those of the two Ta and the Po. The Fe examined them and found them to be undamaged.
"It is likely," the Ko said, "that the bodies have gone unto Mata already. They have no need of these anymore."
The masks were stored in the makeshift Suva that the Onu had piled up--they were precious. A hut of driftwood was soon erected nearby, and the Matoran rested there in shifts, out of the wind and the falling ash.
One evening, they drew out the Amaja once more and assembled around it:
"The next task is for you," said the Elder, pointing to the Vo. "We have made shelter, and the Suva is finished for now. What remains is…the Vuata."
"I…I have not studied the formation of Vuata, Elder," the Vo said. "Only tended to it and its power-flow."
"You are Vo, are you not?"
"I am."
"And we are without Bo-Matoran here, who might be capable of the cultivation by proxy. So, the Duty falls to you."
"I see, yes. But…it is…I am--"
"--I have studied this knowledge, Elder," the other Ga said, putting her stone into the Amaja, alongside the Vo's quartz. "I have also studied much of the knowledge of flora. Perhaps I can--"
The Elder raised a hand, shaking her head.
"No, according to the Rule in Absence, each Matoran shall perform the Duty of their building and design. No other."
The Ga nodded slowly, removing her stone from the circle.
"You shall begin tomorrow."
The Vo stared off at the murky horizon.
"I will."
In the morning, the Vo, Ga, and Fe went down to the shoreline. The Fe carried a special vessel he had shaped from scrap metal. The upper portion of the vessel was filled with a layer of protodermic ash, and below that was a small opening covered in fine mesh.
They filled the vessel with seawater, letting the liquid protodermis filter through the ash into the lower container. After repeating the process many times over, the Ga judged that the water was sufficiently purified. She turned to the Vo, who sat a short distance away, meditating.
"It's ready," the Ga said. "Have you meditated on the process?"
"I…I have," said the Vo, opening her eyes. "I believe I am centered."
"Good, you most only remember: sharp and deep is the action. Once should be enough."
"And it will…will it…hurt?"
"I don't know. I'm sorry."
"I've heard that the mechanisms are quite complex, and, um, fascinating," the Fe said, fidgeting.
He offered the vessel, to which he had affixed a spigot.
"Thank you."
"It is time," said the Ga. "We will be right here with you."
The Vo took the vessel and exhaled slowly. Then, she raised it to the aperture of her mask, and inhaled.
Sharp and deep, she inhaled the purified liquid protodermis--did not swallow it, but aspirated it sharply into her Vo-Matoran lungs, which were made differently from other Matoran.
It hurt. She dropped the vessel, doubled over. The Ga moved to steady her. The pain burned deep in her chest, but she held on, did not exhale. It was her Duty. She focused, as the Ga had told her, and the burning centered itself down, down into her core. Her heartlight beat rapidly, more rapidly each minute. At last, she looked up. The Ga and Fe helped her to stand, and they made their way back to the encampment.
The Onu had cleared a space, turning up the rocky ground and plowing gray ash into it. The Elder came out of the hut, followed by the Ko, as the three Matoran approached. The Vo stepped forward, arms spread. Her heartlight glowed bright in her chest, and the Elder nodded approvingly.
"Come. Here is the place."
The Vo stepped forward into the empty space, and the Onu patted the tilled ground. She knelt in the earth.
A whining, whirring noise began to rise on the air--a mechanical sound, like that of an engine powering up. It hurt.
The Vo looked back over her shoulder, eyes wandering, until they fell on the Ga.
"I-I..." she stammered, jaw clenched, "I am...afraid."
"It is almost done," said the Elder.
The whining noise increased.
"We will be here with you," said the Ga, quietly.
"You will not be alone."
The noise reached a crescendo. The Vo doubled over once more, and heaved. A bright spark of something issued from her mouth and went down, down into the ground.
Her eyes and heartlight winked out. The body fell heavily to the earth.
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It was a red evening, as the stars burned into night over the sea. The fog and smoke on the horizon had cleared in recent months--enough now to glimpse the husk of the volcanic island which had been the cause of their shipwreck, a low smudge against the sky.
They could not reach it, of course. The waves broke sharply against submerged reefs all around, and the ocean still boiled angrily in some places. Somewhere out there was the wreck of the Fe's skiff, and the Fe along with it. Only his mask had returned to them, as with the others. That was how they had decided that long-term survival was their only option--even the Ko had agreed.
The Ga had descended to ground-level less than an hour ago, as was her habit before the night set in. She passed the Onu on her way down to the ladder; he was always more comfortable closer to the earth.
She made a brief search of the shoreline. Sometimes debris still washed in, although collecting driftwood was much less vital to them now. She checked for erosion on the eastern point of the shore, and made a note to tell the Onu that it had progressed a small amount. He probably already knew.
After that, she waded into the surf and hauled in one of the cage-traps, retrieving its catch of small Rahi crabs, endemic to the area and useful for their shells and sharp claws. She hung the catch upon a rack further up the rocky shore, noting also that the trap would needed to be mended. Good practice for the Ko, maybe, now that the stars had become visible consistently and he had calmed himself. She verified the tideline again, judging that the tide was near its lowest point by now, and replaced the marker stones. The tidal range was of the variable kind in this region of the world, and had to be monitored carefully. So many things to monitor, to keep track of. But they all did their part: it was a matter of survival.
Next, she turned her attention to the Tree.
The Tree rose from the center of the island, straight as a pillar. Its roots covered much of the ground now, burrowing deep into the earth, and its canopy now shaded nearly the entirety of the island's landmass. It had grown quickly in its early days, and its roots were mature enough now even to drink the unpurified seawater.
She made her way along the narrow pathway that ringed the Tree's base. The path was a natural formation, allowing access to the various apertures and ports that issued from the trunk. There were even natural handholds in the metalwood of the tree's surface where the roots emerged and one was obliged to climb over. This was the nature of Vuata. Like many other forms of plantlife across the world, it was made to serve a particular purpose. The Tree was their livelihood--the producer of all the things needed for the continuing of their labors.
At last, the Ga stood before the great aperture which led down into the Tree's Karda, the core which produced energy for the Tree's growth, and which provided vital sustenance to the Matoran, when needed, as well as power for whatever mechanisms they built.
The Karda was the heart of their island now. It glowed blue-green, pulsing gently. She made sure to keep the area free of debris, clean and orderly, as much as she could.
It was not technically her Duty, but it was right.
They had buried the body of the Vo there, in the same earth, after...afterward. The body would not go unto Mata, the Raga had said, for there was no fatal malfunction, only a...transferal. A change in life-functions. That was what the Raga had called it. Even so, she liked to come to this place when she could. She had made a promise, after all, that the Vo would not be alone.
Night had fallen. The Ga returned to the sturdy rope ladder which hung down the trunk of the Tree. Her tasks were done, and they would all be turning in the for the night soon. All except the Ko, who usually rested during the daylight so that he could star-gaze at night...
The great ripple that moved through the world almost didn't register to her senses as she climbed, except for a subtle pause in the movement of the waves below. It was accompanied by a noise: a slow distant rushing.
The Onu--sensitive to the slightest of world-movements--was already calling out a loud warning from the branches of the Tree above by the time she realized what was happening, and that the dull roar that had sprung up in her ears was not wind, but water.
The tsunami struck the island and washed over it with fury. Liquid fire sprouted along the horizon as the distant volcanic island was ripped apart by a second eruption. Flaming rock hissed into the sea, and the stars were once again blotted out by smoke.
Somehow, her grip on the rope-ladder did not fail. She twisted and whipped round in the surging water, and the heat made her cry out involuntarily. Then she struck hard and felt the yielding wood of the Tree against her body.
She heaved upward with a wrenched arm and grabbed another handhold on the ladder, then realized that she was moving upward. Her eyes cleared for a moment, and she saw the other Matoran hauling frantically on the ladder, dragging her up out of the raging maelstrom. The Tree swayed, and the Ko nearly fell from his perch. She was out of the water.
She looked down, and with a shock she realized that the island was gone, completely submerged.
"We almost have you!" the Raga said, heaving on the rope.
She bounced off the trunk again, and heard the Tree groan with the strain of the waters. Then hands were on her, dragging her up and into the safety of the lowest branches, which grew in the shape of a platform.
"Are you injured?" asked the Ko, "I see...Your shoulder is damaged. I shall endeavor to--"
"It is not finished!" said the Raga, pointing into the distance.
"Hold fast," said the Onu, gripping them both with his large hands.
Another vast wave bulged up from the horizon and smashed against the Tree. They all heard it, felt the pain of it. The world was all red and black now, as the volcano flared up.
The Ga struggled to her feet with an effort and looked downward toward the base of the Tree. The Karda. Through the rising steam she could see it: the core was still submerged. Its light flickered beneath the waves. The Karda shall drown, she thought.
If it died, so would they, soon enough, and it would all be for nothing.
"The Vuata!" the Ga cried, pointing. "It is in danger!"
The Tree shuddered again.
"Its roots are deep," said the Onu. "But I am unsure."
"I did not foresee this," said the Ko miserably. His precious stars had been wiped away once more.
The Raga stared for a moment, down at the heart of the Tree, which she had commanded to be planted.
"I shall do it," she said slowly. "It falls to me. The Rule in Absence states that--"
The Ga had already dived from the branches, straight down into the crashing waves, where the Karda glowed blue-green and beat, beat like a heartlight, down into the place where vast energies pulsed against the onslaught of the elements, down amongst the roots of the Tree, where the Vo had been buried with her mask. The Ga fell into that place, and swam strongly, despite her injury, and pushed through...
And in those final moments, before her own core reinforced the Karda of the Tree with new energy, there was a little fear, but not much.
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A Nui-Kahu flew through the high atmosphere, wheeling above the ocean. Below, a mess of islands spread across the surface of the silver sea, and the Toa of Earth that clung nauseously to the bird's back noted that they were clearly the result of past volcanic activity.
At the center of the ragged archipelago, a low cone was still visible above the waves. According to the Toa's briefing, this volcano had been disrupting the marginal sea-routes for many years, but only now had the Lord of the Continent seen fit to dispatch someone. Unfortunately, that someone was him.
The Rahi bird descended mercifully to the blackened shoreline, and the Toa slid off with relief. He stamped his feet a few times in the dirt to reassure himself and calm his motion-sickness. The Kahu squawked and looked at him disdainfully, flicking mud from its wings.
"Stay put, please," he clicked in the bird's language. "This shouldn't take too long."
The crater itself was only a short hike and a scramble up the irregular slope, but even before he had reached the scorched rim and looked down, he'd begun to suspect that his intel was a bit outdated. Although it had clearly been a very lively firespout in the past, the volcano was now quite dead. Not even a wisp of smoke rose from the blasted core below. The wind was dry and ashy in his mouth. He scratched his mask. Had this trip been for nothing, after all?
Reaching out with his elemental powers, he scried downwards into the depths, feeling out the placement of the earth, its layers stacked one atop the other, sensing out the places where it was cold and hard...and where it was hot, made pliable by the magmatic flows that crisscrossed the underside of the world.
There was nothing here. No heat. No pressure. Strange.
He shrugged and turned to go back down the slope. It would be a short mission report for his superiors in Metru Prynak after all...
Something caught his eye, off to the right, where the distant shoreline curved into a small bay. A shape stood out against the gray stone. In his Matoran days, the Toa had been a historian of sorts, although nothing so grand as the Archivists of the City of Legends. It wasn't really on his list of directives, but surely it wouldn't hurt to investigate this place thoroughly...
Another short hike brought him to the remains of a camp, likely Matoran in origin based on its size. The firepit and remains of a small shelter were all covered in a healthy layer of ashen dust, just like everything else on the island. More notable, however, was the standing stone that had been erected just up the slope from the encampment. This is what he had seen from above.
It was a rounded pillar carved from the volcanic rock of the island itself, clearly having been shaped with some skill--probably by a Po- or Onu-Matoran. On the surface of the pillar, many words were carved. He stooped and gently blew away the accumulated ash from the surface, then began to read:
"Omokulo the Earth-Tiller carved the words on this stone. Tykto divined by the stars that it would be read in this place, one day, and Raga Peyra commissioned its writing to complete the cycle."
The signature was a practice of the northern chroniclers and record-keepers, although phrased a bit archaically. He read on:
"This is the bio-chronicle of our cell, isolated from the Great Whole by the wrath of nature. Nevertheless, we have kept to our Duty, and followed the Rule in Absence."
The Rule in Absence...How long ago had this been written? There was only the Rule of Order now, after the Barraki and their Wars of Order. He scuffed his fingers along the stone, tasted the dust. Perhaps a century old, maybe more...
"We were six at first, and by the sixfold lot we chose an Elder, as the Rule in Absence requires. We raised the Suva for safekeeping, and the Vewa for shelter. Then we made provision for continued survival and labor, as the Rule in Absence requires. Therefore, Ka'o the Channeler initiated the making of Vuata."
He paused for a moment, amused at the word. These Matoran must have been from the central environs--or even from Metru Nui itself--to call it that. On the continent, they still preferred the archaic form, Vo-Ata, the Source of Energy...
"In the time that was to come, Vuata grew and became the body of our world, which sheltered and protected us. By Ka'o we offer this memory, and by Idda who went unto the Karda when it was threatened, though it broke the Rule in Absence. We offer this memory unto the Great Spirit. West from this pillar it can be seen. It will be with us always. It shall not be forgotten."
There was so much written here. Interesting to be sure, but too much to sift through. He focused and scanned the stone with his Mask of Memory instead, storing the visuals so that they could be more closely examined back home.
West from this pillar it can be seen. The line stuck in his mind. He turned and squinted toward the horizon. The sky was still bright at midday, and he cursed that he'd forgotten to bring the tinted lenses for his mask. Earth Toa weren't exactly known for their keen eyesight.
He walked back into the encampment. There seemed to be nothing else of interest for him here, and the day was getting on. Putting a finger to his mouth, he let out a shrill whistle and soon after the Nui-Kahu landed by the water nearby. He was preparing to mount up and begin the long, unpleasantly high-altitude journey back, when he stopped again.
Something was nagging at him. Something down there...beneath his feet. Deep in the earth, he could feel it now, or was it just his imagination?
Closing his eyes, he searched deeper. Not here...not there...no. Wait--there! A small source of heat in the bedrock, very deep. He traced it like a thread. Westward, out to sea.
But that wasn't all. There was something else down there too--something not made of earth. He could sense it by the absence it created, coiling around, following along the vein of magmatic pressure. The Kahu gave an unhappy screech as he abruptly waded into the surf to get a better read. Up to his waist, the waves buffeted him as he pushed his seismic senses to their limit. At last, he got a glimpse, saw the bigger picture. Yes, it was familiar.
Clouds covered the brightness of the sky for a moment, and his eyes snapped open. He could see a shape on the horizon. From above, he had thought it was just another island, maybe another volcano. But now he knew he was mistaken.
He returned to his flying mount and coaxed it back into the air. The scattered islands around the area were a wreck, washed clean by the violence of nature more than once...but never again, it would seem.
Vuata grew and became the body of our world
which sheltered and protected us.
Deep beneath the earth he had felt the stirring of roots, tangled in the veins and rivers of underground heat and drawing from their energy.
By Ka'o we offer this memory, and by Idda
who went unto the Karda when it was threatened
though it broke the Rule in Absence.
Mighty roots, choking the errant volcano into extinction and returning peace to the islands and the sea.
We offer this memory unto the Great Spirit.
West from this pillar it can be seen.
On the edge of the horizon it loomed, huge and unshakable. Dark branches lifted upward and outward across the ocean.
It will be with us always.
It shall not be forgotten.
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Malruuk
Renowned Nynrah Ghost and leader of a prominent crafting guild. Malruuk made a name for himself with early success inventing the firing mechanism that would be later used by other Fe-Matoran crafters in the Zamor Launcher. He was ruthless in his practice and often absorbed entire operations into his guild.
During the Reign of Shadows, he openly began creating weapons for the armies of Makuta, commissioning new Exo-Toa and Protosteel molds to equip the Rahkshi armies invading the rest of the universe. Ethically ambiguous and morally dubious, Malruuk had a historic ability to always back the winning side, be they Makuta, Dark Hunter, or Vortixx.
Malruuk uses a Matoran body design I’ve been tinkering with since 2011. His mask is a noble Kadin designed by Exota Forge.
#bionicle#bobthedoctor27#lego#mocs#bonkles#matoran#nynrah ghosts#nynrah#ocs#toy photography#classic lego#action figure#shapeways
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More Chronicler's Company as Toa thoughts
(Another secondary element edition)
So, if the chronicler's company got upgraded at Kini Nui from the toa stones Takua presumably left there,
When the Toa Mata come out of mangaia after facing makuta, the first thing they're going to see are six very confused & bewildered toa that kind of look like the matoran that were guarding their backs. (And Takua, who's probably loosing his mind and asking a million questions)
Keep in mind, the Turaga politely forgot to mention in the last 1,000 years that Matoran becoming Toa is a thing that can happen. So there's absolutely going to be confusion and mild panic. On both sides. (If the other Turaga weren't all busy trying to pump Whenua for information on the bohrok currently spilling out all across the island, they'd have some serious explaining to do.)
Then, someone (Pohatu or Gali, probably) has the bright idea of teaching these new toa the ropes, never mind that they've only barely gotten a handle on their abilities themselves.
Now if the Chronicler's Company were all primary elements, this might be fine. If they're secondary element toa...
It doesn't go so well.
Su-Toa Kapura does find that while plasma is similar to fire, it's a lot harder to control, requiring patience, fine focus, and a thoughtful approach to not sear someone's retinas with a plasma flare. These are qualities Tahu is... less than profient in, let's say. (Kapura quicky ends up swapping his Ruru for Kopeke's spare Matatu. His Eyes appreciate the change.)
Ce-Toa Macku quickly finds herself in the deep end. Literally. Gali is a patient Teacher, and clever, but Macku would have appreciated Gali catching on that she might not be a toa of water before she took her diving to the bottom of Naho Bay. On the plus side, she discovers her Huna is excellent for slipping away once Gali's in meditation. She turns up in Po-Koro a few days later.
Bo-Toa Tamaru has a whole new appreciation for Le-Wahi once she returns with Lewa, truly deeling like she's in her element. (It's also easier to deal with hights if the trees themselves try and catch you if you slip.) Though, depending on when she arrives at Le-Koro, her quicklesson in toahero bravefighting might come worrysooner than expected.
Fe-Toa Hafu and Pohatu quickly find out that iron and stone are two very different elements. Though, it's Pohatu, everyone’s friend. They'll get along fine. Once Maku shows up, a few things are discovered.
1) Only the Krana in these bohrok are alive
2) Bohrok are made of metal
3) They make excellent materal for sculptures once their connection to the swarm is broken.
Meanwhile, Ba-Toa Taipu is learing so much about how to creatively use a Pakari from Onua. He's always enjoyed working in the tunnels under onu-wahi, and this time he gets to walk on their ceilings! However, Onua , while happy for his new brother toa, is quickly realizing that rapidly changing gravity is extremely nauseating.
Vo-Toa Kopeke and Kopaka get along just fine in terms of personality. The problems come once both of them belatedly realize that Ice is an Excellent conductor of Electricity. ...At least the Tahnok didn't like it either.
#the chronicler's company as toa au#toa mata#on the job training toa edition#kapura#macku#tamaru#hafu#taipu#kopeke#tahu#gali#kopaka#lewa#pohatu#onua#bionicle#bonkle#byzrambles
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Thinking about secondary-element environments...
A Fa-Matoran village in a canyon filled with magnetic crystals.
De-Matoran living in caverns with the precise acoustic properties to make almost any sound almost silent.
Su- and Fe-Matoran living together in vast forges, with the former helping with the heat and the latter doing the actual smithing.
Ce-Matoran carving giant glowing crystals into ornate towers so they can observe the stars.
A Bo-Matoran village built into a hollowed-out tree, with Vo-Matoran living at the very top.
Ba-Matoran building underwater villages at depths only they can withstand.
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Some Matoran types have very similar colour schemes. Bo- and Le- Matoran have a lot of overlap, as do Fa-, Fe-, Ba- and Onu- Matoran.
So, if a Matoran has a slightly ambiguous colour scheme, is it considered polite to ask what they are? Or is that considered kinda rude?
And are there other ways to tell?
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In the time before time, a Toa of Iron arrived to a Nynrah village.
"Arrived" perhaps paints too pretty a picture.
None knew how he got there, nor how he survived long enough to do so; it remained that he dragged himself to the quiet huts upon his arms, clawing at the harsh terrain as what was left of his lower half trailed across the ground, fighting with his failing body to stay alive and clutching in his hand, desperately, a Toa Stone.
The Matoran answered to his feeble call as he begged them to greet him, for that is what Matoran do, and poured out into the wide barren streets. But the stone's sight struck them with horror and omens of unspeakable disasters.
He'd come to doom them, then? To send them all to Karzahni, to be split open and rearranged? To join their lost siblings, whose homes had been collapsed upon them leaving naught but bones and silence? He who was meant to protect them - he'd come to drag one of their own into his destiny of death?
They shivered as the being pleaded them for a successor with what little breath he still had; but every time he offered the Stone to them they all recoiled as though struck harshly, and pulled themselves back in terror.
Except for the Toolmaker.
In that village of steel and rock, he was a quiet Po-Matoran. He carved, sometimes, as Po-Matoran do; he made simple tools for his brothers to use, the kind they were too busy to make themselves. He was ordinary, despite it all: withdrawn and silent as all Nynrah Ghosts are.
He remained still for it was in his nature - a passive soul, like a cliff overlooking the lowlands. There was no courage in his immobility, no apparent thought, no apparent will.
Slowly, in the suffocating quiet, his Fe- and Po-brothers grouped behind him.
He allowed them to push him forward, knowing well that a Toa of Iron would bring too much attention, and that no simple carver wanted to lose their armor in battle; he took the Stone in hand when the dying warrior offered it once more, pleadingly, for there simply was no other option.
The Toa clamped his palms around the Matoran's.
"Toolmaker," he spoke with struggling, heaving breaths, shaking lightly, overwhelmed by the cold feeling snaking into his limbs and yet resigned, for he too once had been a Ghost. "For your brothers' sake - I must disappear."
The Toolmaker did not respond, for there was no point in it.
His arms slid beneath the warrior's: he lifted him as best as he could, unaided, for all others had already fled away from sight - as though the still living half of a body was so cursed that a mere touch could have tainted them - and dragged him into his small hut.
There was a long quiet; then a sudden deafening whisper, like crystal shattered beneath a hammer; and then, the song of the forge.
The Toolmaker emerged after hours of silent work. Toa Stone in hand, a clawed mortar worthy of a Toa as his only company, he left the small funerary settlement with not a breath to follow him inside the small temple in which Mata Nui himself refused to speak.
He never came back from it.
A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Nynrah village.
None came to greet him, and he did not ask them to; he moved through its few streets knowing well the path to follow as though he'd lived there his whole life, looking for a toolmaker's hut.
He did not find it.
What he found were pieces of rubble that might have once been walls or a roof, and no trace of anything else peeking through the wreckage - all stolen, all scavenged, reused, claimed by someone else, for that is how death and ascension look in Nynrah: a lack of existence to begin with.
The Toa of Stone kneeled on the ground, collected what pieces of what once had been home he could find, and placed them into an orderly pile.
Then, with his clawed mortar, he flattened them, and flattened them, and flattened them, until they were naught but a fine sheet of rock. And he grasped it with both hands, and waved it in the still air, watching it fold and flap like fabric as it slowly stretched into a rectangle; he wrapped himself in it, a little clumsily maybe (as he'd never gotten much chance to do so), and as invisible eyes spied him he departed from the village of ghosts never to return again.
A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Toa fortress.
None had to wonder where he'd come from: his name alone, with its peculiar pronunciation, his distant quiet nature, his craftsman's mind still anchored to thoughts and rhythms and habits of a life he had passively allowed himself to be torn from, betrayed the truth of his spectral heritage.
None knew what to make of him, for he seldom spoke and simply followed orders, and only repaired all that they brought him without a word, and fixed the walls and roof when they asked him; so they left him be within the fortress, stagnating once more as a mason and repairman, and so for thousands of years lived Toa Pyea, the beautiful, who sat alone like a prized statue not allowed to be scratched even by the winds in the mortuary company of Odahiti, the clawed mortar.
(None knew why the tool was named, nor why with a Toa's name; none ever wondered, so none ever asked.)
And so for thousands of years he lived, in a long, still, lifeless life.
And then, a Kanohi Dragon attacked Metru Nui.
#bionicle#toa mangai#random writing#BACKSTORY FOR PYEA. BACKSTORY FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS#Odahiti is named after Aphrodite - who gave life to the statue that became Galatea after Pygmalion prayed to her#i dont like the idea that all mangai but lhikan were essentially *~°legally sanctioned criminals°~* based only on tuyet and nidhiki's deals#however! making them A Little Fucked Up is always fun#and this allows me to add onto the remedios la bella and galatea parallels hehehehe
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Dark Hunter Zurtaru the Rampager (They/Them)
When the Dark Hunters came to their island to kill their Turaga. Zurtaru, a Fe-Toran, only had enough time to get into their experimental mech. When they entered it, something malfunctioned, fusing their mind with the onbard targeting computer, driving them insane. The targets were scrambled and the Dark Hunters were now friendlies, while the Matoran and Turaga were percieved as a threat. The Dark Hunters stood by and watched Zutaru decimate the entire island, only stopping when the last Matoran on the island was dead. The Hunters took them back to Odina. Now when the Dark Hunters get a job to wipe out a population of Matoran, the Shadowed Ones dispatch the Rampager.
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Sooo, I made this and I didn't have a village in mind for them originally, but now it's bugging me and idk anyone else to talk to about Bonkles with, any idea what kind of Matoran they'd be just from appearance alone?
Ooo, lovely looking!
I think either Ko (Ice) or i think Fe (Iron). The lens and the color of the emissives makes me lean to ice because those are most common among this tribe; Iron is more likely though, i think! Seems like their overall colors are metallic (silver+gold/brass) and a lens would fit a fe-matoran as well since most of them are engineers/mechanics, so it might be useful in their day-to-day activities.
This is my overall guess, though, and you're free to assign any element/tribe to them, canon be damned. Hope this helps!
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Matoran of Pazu Nui, part 2
Iho - A quiet and humble Ba-Matoran. She works as a courier, which means she rarely gets to actually visit his home while she treks Pazu Nui.
Tipua - A flighty and scatterbrained Ce-Matoran, who ostensibly helps curate the archives but she often get distracted reading documents instead of filing them.
Pohku - One of De-Koro’s most gifted drummers. His working memory for polyrhythms is incredible ... his working memory for nearly anything else is less than stellar.
Rewa - A boisterous and jovial engineer. Despite being from the noisy and work-oriented Fe-Koro, he loves to sing, and gets on very well with Pohku.
Tauho - A nervous and fearful Su-Matoran. He’s not brave enough to work in the explosives labs, so he finds work transporting chemical reagents between the labs.
Dihau - A mad genius inventor from Vo-Koro. She’s always convinced she’s on the verge of some great breakthrough, but is really only testing the limits of her own lightning resistance.
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Got my final batch of parts in, so now I’m pleased to present my custom Toa team, the Toa Tonga!
Broke out my old slap-dash light-box for some photos! So we’ve got:
Zejbek, grizzled Toa of Stone and leader of the team
Garehu, impulsive Toa of Fire
Kubu, jolly Toa of Plantlife
Neru, stalwart Toa of Earth
Tioka, bashful Toa of Ice
Both Garehu and Zejbek lost a limb in a previous battle, and both later acquired prosthetic limbs thanks to a group of Fe-Matoran. While Garehu opted for a standard leg, Zejbek decided to make his new arm a dedicated Toa Tool and was gifted the Wire Claw. It acts as a grappling hook, and Zejbek makes use of his Matatu to navigate it around obstacles and enemies. While intended as a climbing tool it can be used in combat as a long range punch or as a means to yank enemies closer.
Both Zejbek and Garehu carry a Kanohi Paraki as a secondary mask. Zejbek acts as a mentor to Garehu, reigning in his hot-blooded nature, but when the going gets rough these two are the front of the charge.
Tioka was a nomad wandering the snowy wastes before coming across the Toa Tonga, and is the newest member of the team. He seems distant, but really he’s just shy. Neru’s love of research and scholarly nature allowed the two to become quick friends, and Kubu’s out-going nature has helped Tioka come out of his shell around the team. For as long as the team has known Neru, he’s had specialty armor around his waist and legs that emits a low-light in darkness.
I took my lightbox down so I don’t have a photo of it but Tioka’s pavise also doubles as a snowboard, and Kubu tends to channel her plantlife powers as a vine blast from the tip of her staff.
This is the first time I’ve made a dedicated Toa team and I’m quite proud of the results! I’m particularly proud of Neru’s pickaxe, Zejbek’s Wire Claw, and Tioka’s pavise. Thanks for reading!
#moc#bionicle#lego bionicle#toa team#toa of ice#toa of fire#toa of stone#toa of earth#toa of plantlife#custom bionicle
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Reno, Toa of Iron
Weapon: Iron Knuckle
Mask: Mask of Hardening (Allows user to harden their body to become near indestructable) (Mask of Iron by Galva)
A survivor of the Fe-Matoran massacre, Reno ran and hid as his fellows fell to the Makuta's attack, now a Toa he seeks to redeem himself and avenge his fallen friends.
Built for TheLegendReborn’s Torso building challenge. (9/16)
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