You thought that Teridax was the last to cast his shadow over the defenseless, hopeless people of Spherus Magna. Think again. (Bionicle RP/Ask Blog, run by barotai.tumblr)
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Several months before the events of Dark Mirror...
A purple portal opened within the chamber far beneath the ruins of Destral, alerting the Toa of Shadow and Rahkshi. Moving in position around the portal weapons at ready, they eagerly waited for someone to step out back home.
Hopefully with some friends.
The armored foot and Kanohi Olmak of Makuta Tridax were the first to return to the air of his underground laboratory. Behind him came five more: four Toa of Shadow, and their newest “recruit.”
Shadow Takanuva and the Rahkshi lowered their weapons as Makuta Tridax walked past them with marching Toa behind him, dragging a limp Toa of Light from another dimension. The portal closed behind them, vanishing in a cloud of purple.
Tridax, forced to hide in his own lab as the Empire came and invaded Destral, had spent the past thousand years brainwashing his small army of Takanuva. The progress was infuriatingly slow at first. But when he figured out what made the Toa tick, he could turn ten Takanuva into a perfect Toa Hagah squad, ever loyal. After a while, he had even discarded his original Kanohi and wore the Olmak on daily basis.
He reached the Draining Chamber and marched in. While his entire staff consisted of nothing but Takanuva and as such their professions were very limited, there were luckily enough expectations. As there should be.
First man to acknowledge him was the dent-masked Toa - nicknamed “Dent” by his co-workers. At the time of capture, Tridax hadn’t cared for the aesthetic his Toa possessed, but had noticed too late that his abduction had wounded the Toa of Shadow. While this blunt strike had severely damaged his intelligence and the ability to think, Tridax didn’t find the time to heal his wound and simply sent him to do menial tasks. When he did, Dent had shown himself to be surprisingly useful. Part of him adored him for it, in a strange way.
“Hi boss,” the Toa greeted as he pulled out a Shadow Leech resting inside a small Stasis Tube.
The second to note him was “Operative.” Thanks to him and several other Takanuva, he had discovered the existence of an elusive party known as the Order of Mata Nui. Tridax briefly considered contacting this “Order” - however, he gave up when Operative explained what it was like to work for them. As far as he was concerned, they were the closest allies of the Empire.
Without a word, the Toa stood up and nodded.
The ex-Chronicler - occasionally called “Mute” by the former two - glanced briefly at him and the other Toa before returning to work. His past was largely a mystery due to the Toa’s disinterest in talking. Which turned out to be due to lack of vocal chords. Far as he cared to know, this one was a chronicler and archivist in Metru Nui under a Turaga far more “Orwellian” than Dume.
“Another recruit,” Tridax nodded. Without skipping a beat on his work, Mute activated and opened the Draining Chair. The Toa of Shadow accompanying Tridax set him into the chair, two of them leaving as Makuta dismissed them. After the device bound the Toa of Light to the chair and closed around him, Dent moved over and inserted the Stasis Tube into one of it’s notches and watched the Shadow Leech within get pulled into the machine.
Stepping back from it as Mute stopped his work momentarily to activate the device before picking up where he left off, the attending party watched as the machine deployed a leech hanging on a mechanical arm and pushed it against unconscious Takanuva’s neck. Sensing a food source, the leech immediately begun to drain the Toa of his Light.
As expected, Takanuva’s eyes snapped open and he shouted in pain. Fighting against the restraints and the leech gnawing at his neck, the observers could see clearly how his eyes and armor changed color before them, and how his armor became sharper.
Another mechanical arm, this one with miniature version of an Energy Extraction Rifle built in the likeness of Vorahk’s Staff of Hunger affixed on it, descended and pushed itself against the helpless Toa’s throat. When the leech was done, the apparatus activated automatically and started to absorb the Toa’s energy, killing the leech in process.
Ingenious, really. One of Tridax’s earliest issues was power: his lab ran on Destral’s generators, which obviously are now destroyed. Not by the Empire, but by the Brotherhood, as a last ditch effort to displace large swaths of the Empire’s forces far away from civilization with the teleportation device the island used. He lost count how many power outages he suffered and how often they impeded his research. But thanks to the idea from this very group, they realized that they could absorb renewable energy from their abductees. Weakened Toa couldn’t fight back and just one could power the whole lab for several days.
As the Draining Chair was done, Dent removed the empty tube and Mute deactivated the device, opening and unshackling their newest Shadow Takanuva. Tridax motioned him to be taken away to be... reprogrammed.
“Wh- what...” former Toa of Light mumbled, too weak to resist. “What have... you done to me?”
“Easy,” one of the Shadow Takanuva stated as they pulled him up. “You’re with us now.”
Tridax watched as the three Toa left the room, the door closing after them. He turned his head towards the Mute, who had set up the screen to show the labs power levels. Much to his surprise, they were half capacity.
“Did we lose energy storage while I was gone?” Tridax asked, his surprise genuine. Operative shook his head.
“No, we just didn’t use that much power,” he explained, pointing at their resident scientist. “Mute over here found out that he could fiddle with the lights to lower them and save power.”
Tridax was befuddled by the simplistic answer to their power issues. Had he known that years ago, they might have never lost power to begin with.
“Impressive,” he muttered, as he was leaving the room. “Good work. I’ll be in the Stasis Chambers if you need me.”
“Makuta,” the Dent asked. “I just remembered that the others talked about expanding the lab with power tools. You aware of that?”
“Of course,” Tridax raised his hand as he left. “I told them to.”
...
Most of the tubes were empty, nowadays. They used to have about 120, although a sizable chunk were ruined during the invasion or torn down for resources. Nowadays, what used to be the main hall of his lab is a prison ward with only 30 or less tubes remaining.
But there was only one prisoner he cared about.
It wasn’t a secret, either: before the Empire, he used to hide the stasis tube belonging to his biggest capture. The very first and possibly the strongest Takanuva he ever caught. Now, there was no point in doing it. If the Empire came here and discovered the secret lab, no further secrets were necessary. Far as he was concerned, the universe around them was dead and conquered.
He knew exactly what he would do when he was ready. Spread across the world, release the Shadow Takanuva and allow them to practice their hit and run tactics on the Empire. He would then conquer Metru Nui with an army like the world has never seen before, demolishing the entire metropolis and tearing it down to the bottom of the Silver Sea til the foundations themselves no longer existed.
He pressed his hand against the Stasis Tube holding “Takua Nuva,” whose frozen eyes bored into his, almost as if he was still aware of his surroundings.
Takua Nuva, while incapable of moving, screamed inside hoping for a day he could tear the life out of the Makuta before him.
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He began walking to the north, towards Creep Canyon, and noticed Seeker looking yearningly to the south. “Come on. It’s treason not to report this.”
Seeker grimaced and muttered, more to himself than to Dweller, “It was right in front of me.” Dweller didn’t need to scan his mind to know that treason was seeming like a reasonable option.
A jolt of psychic pain snapped Seeker out of his reverie. “Tell you what,” said Dweller. “If you’re so desperate to see those shadowspawn again… when we get back to Creep Canyon, I’ll put in a good note for you, say you kept a cool head and stayed true to the organization. The boss trusts my word. With any luck… you’ll be seeing those masks again, very soon.”
And if you choose to cross the Dark Hunters then, thought Dweller as he rode Seeker back to base, well, who’s really going to miss you?
The three Shadow Toa descended into the cave, after a long trek back home. Greeting the two guards, they entered the base as the doors were opened. Their leader had randomly chosen a handful of less-than-fit Shadow Takanuva to carve the walls of their cave into a proper base with the stone-carving tools they had managed to acquire from a nearby caravan. Surprisingly, they had managed to get a lot of work done.
“You can barely recognize the place,” dent said, looking around. “To think that it used to be just a cave when we left.” Ex-operative was slightly surprised too, although he was certain someone had written something derogatory out of sight.
“Back so soon?”
Takua Nuva approached the three from the left hall, presumably having finished inspecting the work done there.
“Unfortunately,” the squad leader said. “We found a source of Protosteel weapons manufacturers, but Dark Hunters were there too.”
“Dweller?” Takua Nuva asked.
“And Seeker,” the squad leader added, nodding. “Both recognized us, there was a fight, and the settlement we were spying on sent guards on flyers...” Takua Nuva nodded solemnly, his eyes wandering in thought.
“I should have known they were still around,” Takua muttered, his eyes focused on the dent’s ragged cloak and the mute leaning on the former. “And judging from the damage, I take it they managed to get samples for Tracker to find us.” Squad leader nodded again. “What about the settlement’s guards?”
“We killed them before they could warn anyone,” squad leader answered. “Though I doubt that they’re gonna be quiet about three of them being killed by Toa of Shadow...”
Their leader’s eyebrows furrowed at hearing the news, making the three scouts uneasy. Even the mute who was practically emotionless last he met looked slightly worried of retribution.
Takua sighed. “I didn’t send you to fight, so I can’t blame you for losing to Dark Hunters,” he said to calm the three. “If anything, you’re the first party that came back relatively in one piece.” He glanced over towards the two Shadow Toa he appointed as their medical staff, if you could even call them that. “Even if this’ll hurt us in the long-run, at the very least you didn’t die for them to study your bodies. Or worse, get captured.”
“What about the Dark Hunters?” The squad leader asked. “Even if they want peace with us, they’ll still want to control us.”
“Leave that to me,” Takua answered, motioning the two medics to help the mute. “Now, get some rest, you two.”
Much to his surprise, the mute saw the Kinloka that jumped him vanish before his eyes, along with the entire pack. Must have been the illusionist’s trick, he thought. With the same mindset he attempted to stand up, and as he expected, despite the wound on his back his legs worked fine.
Hearing the sound of talking coming from the cliff, he hurried back to his allies.
“And let you run back to the Shadowed One and explain to him how three Takanuva - all drained of their light - attacked one of his men and almost killed him,” Former operative objected, pointing his Kanoka Blade at Dweller. “And if my memory serves me right, you have something - a piece of rag, drop of blood, shrapnel from armor - that’ll allow his lackeys to track us, pinpoint our location and send their best to clear us out, or worse, torture out every bit of info we have to combat the “real” Takanuva.”
The mute was listening on the conversation, standing within a swinging distance from Dweller. If things went wrong, he could hopefully get a surprise attack on the illusionist. Although it wasn’t the most tactical choice, at this point. If Shadowed One found out that three Takanuva killed two of his men, he’d send out a search party and do just what his boss would fear they would do. On the other hand, if they were let go, Shadowed One would definitely still come look for them.
In the best-case scenario, it’d be an alliance. But as if that would happen.
Dweller was about to negotiate a very clever deal, in his estimation, when he sensed a flurry of minds in the near distance. It was too late to talk - they had company now. Quickly, he skewered Seeker’s mind with a dart of fear, stirring him from his mask-crazed funk and inspiring in him the urge to run. Seeker leapt to his four feet, hoisted Dweller up, and slammed his staff into the ground to cover their escape. Carrying Dweller on his back, he clambered up the quivering cliff face and onto a higher ledge to take shelter. Behind them, the droning hum of the Pylas Teluma Guard’s vehicles was only just becoming audible.
The dent was knocked down by Seeker getting up and ramming through him out of the blue. He had been too focused paying attention to the back and forth between his boss and Dweller to get out of the way in time.
As the mute readied a swing and the squad leader dashed after the duo while attempting to recreate the veil of darkness around Seeker, the Dark Hunter smashed his spear into the ground between them and almost caused the entire pathway to collapse. Both of them stumbled and were covered in dirt from the debris the impact had created, and when things cleared both Seeker and Dweller were gone.
“Great,” the leader coughed as he got out of the dirt cloud, followed by the mute dusting his cloak. “Now the Dark Hunters know of our existence and most likely send someone after us.” The dent haphazardly got back up, adjusting his mask.
“Did anyone get the number of that cart?” His leader scowled at him, about to say something... rather unorthodox for a former Toa of Light. He stopped himself before saying anything and closed his eyes.
“Just... get your cloak and let’s get going,” he eventually said, walking towards the tunnel they made. “The city guards probably heard the scuffle and will be here in a minute or two.”
On que, he heard strange droning noise, quickly getting louder and louder. In a second, the whole cliff face was filled by the light from the Pylas Teluma Guard vehicles. A wonder child of Matoran-Agori tech, if you could call it that, ridden by Agori and Matoran in darkly colored armor he couldn’t recognize due to the light.
“Crud.”
“By the Order and Law of Pylas Teluma People’s Council,” the Agori in the front said through a voice enhancer fitted on the vehicle, “you’re under arrest for endangering lives of our citizens. Put down your weapons-”
Before he could finish, the world went dark. He couldn’t see anything, but he heard conflict around him, as his squadron was fired upon. Out of instinct, he activated his shield and attempted to maneuver back.
And was suddenly thrown out. The darkness dissipated before he hit the ground and could let out a scream.
Back up on the cliff, the leader lowered the craft as he jumped off of it, urging his compatriots to follow.
“Isn’t the cart faster?” The dent asked, flinching as the city alarms blared.
“I doubt that it was made for long-distance travel,” the leader answered, pushing the rock hiding their tunnel aside. “Might have a transmitter or something on it too.”
“A what?”
“Get in,” the leader replied curtly.
With that, the three Takanuva got in the tunnel. The leader went last, propping the rock back into place.
The Shadow Takanuva were on their way to the enormous jungle that the locals referred to as “Bota Magna.” Story goes, the planet, Spherus Magna, was ripped apart in three pieces; the sea formed Aqua Magna, the jungle formed Bota Magna and the arid desert formed Bara Magna. After Mata Nui defeated Makuta - a fact Takanuva still couldn’t get over - he united the fragments once again and reformed Spherus Magna. Most of the inhabitants were stuck on Bara Magna, so most had no clue what lies within the jungles. For this very reason, “Takua Nuva” as their leader referred to himself as sent a group of four - himself, an amputee, a strangely armored and a scarred Takanuva - to do recon, so they could find out if there were any weapons, artifacts, items of interest or opportunities ripe for taking.
If only he knew the horror that awaited them.
“I still can’t get over the fact that Makuta is dead in this universe,” the most “normal” looking Takanuva said over the campfire. “In mine, the way Turaga talked, he must have been a real demon.”
“You haven’t even seen “evil,” kid,” the scarfaced Takanuva said back. “In mine, it took thirteen Toa and two Turaga to even weaken him. Your “Turaga” when they still were Toa, Toa Mata and I, as well as Turaga Dume and Lhikan. In the end, we lost five heroes. And I lost my eye.”
“The Turaga, obviously,” Takanuva presumed, to which the scarface nodded. “Who were the other three?”
“Lewa, Nokama and Onewa,” scarface recalled, with slight sadness to his voice. “And that’s just the lives. Everyone of us lost something; I lost an eye, like I said, Vakama lost his will to go on, the Mata lost their song-bird and Nuju lost his arm. Matau blamed himself for Nokama’s death, and had it not been for Whenua, he would have ran after Makuta himself.” Despite being drained of his light and feeling little to no sympathy to them, the scarfaced Toa still held those memories - and his friends - close to his heart.
Takanuva pondered. He began to see a strange pattern.
“Why is it that Lewa always dies or gets hurt?” He asked. The scarred Toa raised an eyebrow.
“You too?” He asked. Takanuva nodded.
“He was there when Tridax kidnapped me. Last thing I remember was the Makuta destroying his mask with one of his powers. For all I know he’s dead. Or worse.”
“What color was the attack?” Takanuva went quiet for a minute.
“It was brown,” Takanuva recalled. “That’s fragmentation, right?” Scarface nodded.
“If he’s lucky, he only lost the mask and bits of his face.” Takanuva sighed.
“Still, I heard from the others about how Lewa always got in some sort of trouble. One said he was infected, another mentioned mind control, a handful mentioned him getting killed or horribly injured-”
“And losing his powers? That happened in mine.” Takanuva nodded.
“And losing his powers,” he repeated. “I don’t know why, but it feels like he has this... aura of bad luck on him. Poor sod.” The scarface scratched his chin.
“Now that I remember, I think I remember some other Toa of Air going through some... unfortunate things,” He said, remembering the rogue Toa with a Faxon and a sea sled, and the other one who became a Dark Hunter.
Both were interrupted by frantic screaming coming from the woods. The third Takanuva, an amputee, stumbled across the bush flat on his face, dropping his tool.
“Was that the weirdly armored guy?” Takanuva asked his clone, who was too busy trying to stand up to answer. He grabbed him by the sleeve of his cloak and dragged him.
“We have to leave,” the amputee whispered, just loud enough for the two of them to hear. “We have to leave now.”
The screams became more and more frantic, eventually devolving into crying and begging.
“What’s going on?” scarface whispered, the three moving as quickly as they could. Before the amputee could answer, there was a deafening blast of energy. The begging stopped.
“We have to go,” the amputee began to panic. “It can see us, we have to go.”
Loud, mechanical footsteps approached them, at disturbingly quick speed. The three could see six red eyes in the darkness.
Humanoid, large. Larger than a Makuta or a Bruiser, and wider than most Rahi.
And it was sprinting at them.
“RUN!”
Marendar, the Toa Hunter, charged right through the bushes, tree branches and the campfire at the retreating, horrified Toa of Shadow.
“Make a move and you’re dead… whatever you are,” The dent threatened, poking Seeker with his spear’s prongs.
“So, Seeker,” the ex-agent mockingly asked, “Where’s Dweller?”
“Who’s Dweller?” The dent asked.
On the road, the mute’s breathing became more and more frantic as he found himself unable to stand up or feel his legs. The Dark Hunter must have paralyzed him to focus on helping his ally. But how? He didn’t feel the blade hit his spine.
The former Chronicler wasn’t going to give up, though. Even if he were to die here, he had to warn the others. Grabbing his staff, he tried to use it as leverage to drag himself back to the cliff.
That’s when he heard uncomfortably familiar growling. Turning his head, his eyes confirmed his fears.
Kinloka. A whole pack of them.
Knowing he obviously couldn’t get away from them in time, he aimed his Chronicler’s Staff at the pack of ravenous Rahi and opened fire.
Dweller saw the dark Toa drop, then begin aiming his weapon at the road ahead. Clinging to the wall, he climbed around the line of fire, scuttling spiderlike to the site of Seeker’s ill-chosen battle. He found Seeker in as good of a position as he could have expected: at the mercy of two angry Toa.
“Right here,” he said in response to the leader’s question. From a distance, he dispelled the nightmare he’d in which he’d trapped the third Toa. “Let’s put an end to this. This firefight has blown our cover sky-high; I’m sure the town guards are moments away. If we all put our weapons down, we can safely go our separate ways.” He gave a harsh look to Seeker. “No further entanglements. So what do you say, Toa? A truce?”
Much to his surprise, the mute saw the Kinloka that jumped him vanish before his eyes, along with the entire pack. Must have been the illusionist’s trick, he thought. With the same mindset he attempted to stand up, and as he expected, despite the wound on his back his legs worked fine.
Hearing the sound of talking coming from the cliff, he hurried back to his allies.
“And let you run back to the Shadowed One and explain to him how three Takanuva - all drained of their light - attacked one of his men and almost killed him,” Former operative objected, pointing his Kanoka Blade at Dweller. “And if my memory serves me right, you have something - a piece of rag, drop of blood, shrapnel from armor - that’ll allow his lackeys to track us, pinpoint our location and send their best to clear us out, or worse, torture out every bit of info we have to combat the “real” Takanuva.”
The mute was listening on the conversation, standing within a swinging distance from Dweller. If things went wrong, he could hopefully get a surprise attack on the illusionist. Although it wasn’t the most tactical choice, at this point. If Shadowed One found out that three Takanuva killed two of his men, he’d send out a search party and do just what his boss would fear they would do. On the other hand, if they were let go, Shadowed One would definitely still come look for them.
In the best-case scenario, it’d be an alliance. But as if that would happen.
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For starters, he actually took over the world just as he planned, and built the empire of evil. Also, he sent the only person that could stop him into the future, where the world already belongs to him. I mean, how evil you must be to send someone who hoped to stop you to a place where all they see around is the consequence of their failure?
I, too, took over the world as planned, so that is a moot point. Furthermore, you forget that Aku only exiled his opponent to the distant future to save his own hide: Had the warrior remained in the present, the demon never would have stood a chance of surviving, let alone conquering the world. I, on the other hand, was able to conquer my world by USING my enemies as my unwitting pawns - I had nothing to fear from them. Aku was only able to conquer through sheer might, but I used both brains and brawn to secure my goal.
So, using the power of time is only cheating when someone else does it? Because I remember a certain someone being very keen to get his hands on a mask to control time. Just saying
Your point? I only wanted the Vahi so I could expedite my plan of conquering Metru Nui and cleansing the minds of its populace. Aku, on the other hand, only used it because he failed to defeat a mortal armed only with a magic toothpick. If I had the power to create time portals at will, I would be using it for far more imaginative purposes.
What about the Olmak? You must have known it existed, yet you allowed Tridax to keep it and build himself an army of Toa wearing Masks of Light simply because he could. What would you do if he rose up against you with thousands of us, all wearing the very Kanohi that could allegedly reduce an average Makuta to begging?
After all, lack of moral light doesn’t guarantee that we’re loyal to a “superior” being of shadow. If anything it guarantees that we’ll stab you in the back.
Oh hey terridax. Question. Why did u kidnap and make several shadow takanuva. If one Toa of light was bad later a Toa of twilight. Why grab a tone of them
That was Tridax’s idea, not mine. But then, it is a little late to ask him now, isn’t it?Â
I take it you somehow managed to survive the initial scuffle with the Order, followed Vezon around on his trip to the multiverse and found yourself a new body and another Olmak, is that it?
Takanuva pondered to himself for a moment. Seeker isn’t acknowledging Krakua fighting him, Krakua himself isn’t fighting Seeker to defend him, the dent doesn’t see Krakua and the odds of Krakua having the time and right to take the Olmak, one of the universe’s - and potentially multiverse’s - rarest Kanohi, to travel across the multiverse to look for one Toa of Light and immediately recognize him were… So small that most would consider them an impossibility.
In an instant, he waved his hand and created a veil of shadow across Seeker’s face, obstructing his field of vision and effectively blinding him. With a charge, the former Herald of Light struck the Hunter’s hand with the Kanoka Blade, it’s power weakening Seeker’s hold of the Seismic Spear.
“I and my team have fought you twice and heard your monologue dozens of times, Dark Hunter,” He taunted, aiming another swing at the Hunter’s legs. “And I’ve learned more than well that Avohkii is too precious for you to destroy.”
“Oh yeah, good point,” the dent-masked Takanuva realized. “If he wanted our masks, he wouldn’t throw their wearers down a cliff and ruin them.”
Around the bend, the mute fell over in pain as something struck him. Rolling on his side, he instinctively launched several bolts of shadow at the general direction of where the strike came from, hoping to strike the invisible assailant.
Everything went dark. A blade crashed into Seeker’s arm, then another at his legs, staggering his balance. It was all he could do to keep his grip on his staff. He clutched his face, trying to prod vision back into his eyes, but to no avail. In desperation, he reared up on his hind legs and kicked his long, spined legs in the air, hoping to dispatch the Toa long enough to run.
Meanwhile, Dweller dodged three bolts of nebulous energy, trying not to watch them blast apart the rocks behind him. His blade had hit its mark, but apparently not ended his target. Have I lost my edge? he wondered.
At least not as a psychic, he hadn’t; the Takanuva still couldn’t detect him. He decided to put this to his advantage. After getting a good distance from the Toa, he dropped his mental camouflage and focused his nightmare power anew. Once this Toa was ensnared, he would return to the cliff and grab Seeker for reinforcements.
The ex-Order servant was thrown back by Seeker’s desperate kick, landing him at the edge of the cliff. The dent and “Krakua” took hold of him before he fell headfirst several hundred meters.
“Hang on, brother,” “Krakua” said, offering his hand. Takanuva scoffed and took the dent’s hand instead, his arm phasing through the illusion’s “body” as he did so.
“You’re not real,” he muttered, as the confused Shadow Takanuva pulled him up through the mirage. Upon touch, it became transparent, similar to what an user of the Mask of Intangibility looked like.
The dent didn’t bother to ask who or what his leader was talking about as he helped him on his feet. The darkness across Seeker’s face began to dissipate as he ran towards the rocks half-blind, but was tripped as the dent swiped his spear at the Dark Hunter’s feet, causing him to stumble. The veil of shadow was recreated by the ex-agent as he stood up and approached Seeker fumbling on the ground, trying to stand up. Glancing behind him, he smiled as the illusion of Krakua disintegrated and vanished.
“Make a move and you’re dead... whatever you are,” The dent threatened, poking Seeker with his spear’s prongs.
“So, Seeker,” the ex-agent mockingly asked, “Where’s Dweller?”
“Who’s Dweller?” The dent asked.
On the road, the mute's breathing became more and more frantic as he found himself unable to stand up or feel his legs. The Dark Hunter must have paralyzed him to focus on helping his ally. But how? He didn’t feel the blade hit his spine.
The former Chronicler wasn’t going to give up, though. Even if he were to die here, he had to warn the others. Grabbing his staff, he tried to use it as leverage to drag himself back to the cliff.
That’s when he heard uncomfortably familiar growling. Turning his head, his eyes confirmed his fears.
Kinloka. A whole pack of them.
Knowing he obviously couldn’t get away from them in time, he aimed his Chronicler’s Staff at the pack of ravenous Rahi and opened fire.
Oh hey terridax. Question. Why did u kidnap and make several shadow takanuva. If one Toa of light was bad later a Toa of twilight. Why grab a tone of them
That was Tridax’s idea, not mine. But then, it is a little late to ask him now, isn’t it?Â
Oh hey terridax. Question. Why did u kidnap and make several shadow takanuva. If one Toa of light was bad later a Toa of twilight. Why grab a tone of them
That was Tridax’s idea, not mine. But then, it is a little late to ask him now, isn’t it?Â
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“What in Mata Nui are you doing?” He asked, eyeing Seeker regaining his balance. “There’s an angry Hunter right there!” His leader attempted to push him off.
“Are you bl-ind, you dent?” the Shadow Takanuva asked, his voice and body calming down. “I’m fighting the damn Toa who just came out of a portal,” he pointed at the Toa of Sonics standing in front of him. The dent-masked Toa looked around, flabbergasted.
“What are you talking about!? There’s no one there!”
Behind the waterfall, former Chronicler of Metru Nui regained his balance. The sudden tremor had shaken the entire road, even causing small amounts of it to crack away. Looking up, he noticed the cliff above him cracking, too. Another strike like that might be lethal.
But, if the inevitable happens and Seeker uses his spear again, it’ll hopefully deal with whoever - or whatever - was hiding. Judging from the Dark Hunter’s reaction to their Kanohi, he was obsessed with getting his claws on them. And given that he was a Dark Hunter, he most likely couldn’t care less about the safety of his fellow operative if he had three legendary masks.
Takanuva marched forward, his staff crackling with shadow energy. He knew he hadn’t hit his mark with the barrage of shadow blasts. If he did, the illusion would break. So whatever was causing them must be hiding. And one potential hiding place would be the giant boulder sitting on the side of the road.
Seeker bore down on the Toa - one weakened and delusional, one terrified to take the initiative. A simple seismic attack should be enough to fell them; the trouble was keeping their masks intact. He couldn’t risk a rockfall crushing their precious Kanohi into shrapnel.
“I’ll give you one last chance,” he chuckled. “Hand over the masks, and I’ll let you live. If not…” He twirled his spear and held it above the ground, ready to plunge it into the cliff face. “You’re going down.”
Crouching behind the boulder, Dweller had no inkling of Seeker’s destructive mania. He only knew that a Toa of Shadow, seemingly Takanuva himself, was bearing down on him, and would soon find his hiding place. He listened closely for the Toa’s footsteps, then began creeping slowly around the boulder opposite him. Once he was facing the Toa’s back, he readied his jagged blade and lunged in a surprise attack.
Takanuva pondered to himself for a moment. Seeker isn’t acknowledging Krakua fighting him, Krakua himself isn’t fighting Seeker to defend him, the dent doesn’t see Krakua and the odds of Krakua having the time and right to take the Olmak, one of the universe’s - and potentially multiverse’s - rarest Kanohi, to travel across the multiverse to look for one Toa of Light and immediately recognize him were... So small that most would consider them an impossibility.
In an instant, he waved his hand and created a veil of shadow across Seeker’s face, obstructing his field of vision and effectively blinding him. With a charge, the former Herald of Light struck the Hunter's hand with the Kanoka Blade, it’s power weakening Seeker’s hold of the Seismic Spear.
“I and my team have fought you twice and heard your monologue dozens of times, Dark Hunter,” He taunted, aiming another swing at the Hunter’s legs. “And I’ve learned more than well that Avohkii is too precious for you to destroy.”
“Oh yeah, good point,” the dent-masked Takanuva realized. “If he wanted our masks, he wouldn’t throw their wearers down a cliff and ruin them.”
Around the bend, the mute fell over in pain as something struck him. Rolling on his side, he instinctively launched several bolts of shadow at the general direction of where the strike came from, hoping to strike the invisible assailant.
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