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Ahkmou: Changes

Silently, Ahkmou walked through the ruins of the Great Temple. Glancing at his surroundings, his lip curled in disgust. The once-hallowed structure, that he and his fellow Po-Matoran had apparently built in honour of their Toa protectors, specifically the Mangai was all but lost under the ghastly reconstruction as Teridax's 'Re-Education Centre.'

Last time he had been here, he'd stood in front of the Av-Matoran resistance and their allies, brokenly stuttering out a speech that the Makuta provided him with. He never looked any of them in the eye, especially not the one of them who had been his friend.

Ahkmou shook his head, forcing the memories down. That was gone now, thankfully. Gali and Macku's own resistance cell had stormed the temple, destroyed the Makuta's perversions, and saved their allies, leaving him rather wet, and the false god's plans temporarily foiled.

Holding up his lightstone, he continued to trek inwards. He wasn't entirely certain as to why he had come here. It was really the last place he wanted to revisit, or at least one of them. But yet, as he had walked along the empty streets with the glowing crystal in his hand, he felt drawn to the Temple. And as he breached the now-useless gatehouse, he let instinct lead him on. And now, even being surrounded by his fallen master's monstrous brainwashing 'school', he wasn't deterred. He kept trudging toward the sanctum at the very heart of the Great Temple itself.

The Suva Chamber.

The domed structure rested at the centre of the room, and, almost on autopilot, he approached it. Stopping within touching distance, he paused, pondering why he'd come here, and what exactly he wanted to do now that he had.

Shrugging, Ahkmou turned and slumped to the ground, resting his back against the Suva itself. Reaching into his pack, he took out the partially-carved lump of rock and his chisel, and began to work, chipping and sculpting the granite into shape.

He continued for hours, as the rock gradually began to take on the shape of an athletic, armoured figure, a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, as he began to chip out the fine details of his new creation's Kanohi.

The sound of something large moving into the building snapped him from his engrossed carving. On instinct, he dumped his tools back into his pack, then drew out his staff with one hand while shoving the lightstone into the nearest gap he could find for it.

He almost jumped out of his metal skin when the dome behind him began to rumble loudly, as the long-dormant nexus of energy within it roared into life. The Suva gradually began to lift up, as he jumped back from it, clutching his weapon tightly as his wide eyes focused on the rising structure.

Then a beam of orange exploded out of one of the six slots in Suva, the same one that he realised now had his lightstone lodged in it. His... abnormally large lightstone that always seemed to brighten up when he picked it up...

Oh... damn.

The beam lanced into his torso, fire rippling through his muscles as they spasmed, hurling him to the floor. Ahkmou screamed, partially from terror, mostly from the sheer weirdness of the sensations he was experiencing. His body filled with a level of power he had never known, his muscles growing more powerful than they were even at their peak, as his whole form bulked out and grew taller. For a moment, Teridax's armour felt tight around his chest and shoulders, before it shattered, torn apart as new, bronze-coloured plating took its place.

As the bizarre feeling died down, Ahkmou carefully planted his hands on the stone floor, and forced himself upright, staring down at his altered form. Powerful, muscular arms, incased in burnished armour plating, faintly glowing rocks set into it. His fingers were tipped in small claws, ideal for climbing, while his hands were heavily-armoured gauntlets. His legs, meanwhile, were more lithe and streamlined, which, with his massive shoulders, powerful chest, and brawny arms, gave him a top-heavy appearance.

He breathed heavily, staring at the now-spent Toa Stone, his own body, and the staff, which he had dropped when he had been struck, and now had become a massive scythe, with only one blade at the top, as opposed to the twin blades of old, sized perfectly for his new stature.

Then he screamed.

Unfortunately, the rumbling of the Suva, the violent energy discharge, and the newly-minted Toa's panic had managed to attract the attention of whatever creature had caused him to attempt to hide the lightstone in the first place, the sound of claws scratching against the ground growing closer and closer, until the opposite wall exploded, the head of a massive Pota-Nui leaning in, yellow eyes shining from the gloom as it let out a shriek of hunger.

Ahkmou jumped to his now-much larger feet, scooping up his scythe as he stared at the Rahi. It focused on him, and began to scramble toward him, shrieking again. He froze, still struggling to process the sudden change to his body, let alone attack from a large and probably starving predator.

Instinct took over, and whether it was the new form, or the knowledge that he wouldn't be able to outrun this creature if it took flight, for the first time in his entire life, his instict told him to fight.

Lunging forward, Ahkmou drew the scythe across his body as he bodily swung it at the creature's side. He missed by a mile, the weight of the weapon spinning him, as he stumbled. One of the bat's wings lashed out, punching him square in the gut. He bounced as he hit the floor, rolling over and digging his weapon into the ground to slow himself. The Pota-Nui reared up, spreading both of its wings as the glowing purple membrane filled it, and it launched into the sky, screeching as it dove toward him. Rolling to the side, he just evaded it as it slammed into the dirt, dodging under its wing as he pivoted, raising the scythe over his head, before slamming it down onto the creature's back.

The blade sank into the armour, and the Rahi screamed, writhing in agony. The new Toa attempted to pull his weapon free, only for the bat to take off again, hurtling into the sky with Ahkmou's weapon- and Ahkmou- in tow.

Screaming, Ahkmou clung to the haft of his weapon as his unwitting steed rocketed upwards, aiming itself straight for the ceiling. Its back arced, slamming its panicked rider against the ceiling.

He let out a grunt of pain, as the bat dove down to try again. Gritting his teeth, Ahkmou hauled himself forward, and slammed his fist into the joint of its left-hand wing. The bat shrieked, writhing in pain, as he punched it again, and again. Arcing back up, it accelerated again, then stopped suddenly, hurling Ahkmou free as his scythe slid out of its back.

Suddenly without a means of flight, he began to fall toward the ground, as the bat arced its head down, and opened its jaws, a deafening scream erupting from its throat. The shockwave from the shriek hurled him into the wall of the temple, crunching him into the masonry.

The Pota-Nui circled away, aiming for another attack, as Ahkmou peeled away from the wall and began to plummet toward the floor. Grunting, he turned and slammed his scythe into the stone, braking his fall. Flipping around, free hand gripping the wall as he focused his thoughts into the rocky wall around him, willing it to obey him. He kicked his heel into it, the stonework molding into a platform beneath his feet. Freeing his weapon from the wall, he crouched, preparing to lunge forward.

The Pota-Nui wheeled around, flying back toward him, screeching all the while. The moment it drew close enough, Ahkmou sprang from the ledge, launching himself in a wide arc that carried him toward the bat once more. Raising his scythe, he swung it bodily into the shoulder he had damaged earlier, and sliced clean through it. The purple membrane flickered and died, as the wing itself split away from the Pota-Nui's body, leaving the giant predator to spiral to a painful impact with the ground.

Ahkmou himself wasn't in a great spot himself falling from the air and crashing roughly into the floor, forming a small crater. His whole body ached after the the brawl, particularly after the repeated slams into the walls, ceiling, and ground. Clambering to his feet, he stowed the scythe, and dusted himself off with his hands, waiting for his breathing to return to normal levels. Sparing a glance for his fallen opponent, he noticed that it seemed to have passed out, more than likely due to shock.

Satisfied with his safety, Ahkmou trudged back to the Suva, opening its cache of Toa Tools. The scythe was a fine weapon, but it was also huge, ungainly, and heavy, and it would be difficult to use in combat with anything other than a Rahi. Clearly, something different would be needed. A supplement, to grant him versatility.

The first thing he pulled out was a pair of daggers. Probably more like shortswords to some, but he got the sense that he was rather tall for a Toa. It made a certain amount of sense, considering that his body had already been made taller before he transformed...

Testing the weight of the knives, he reached up and mounted them on his back, sticking up over his shoulders. They were good, but not strong enough for most of the opponents he wanted a more elegant weapon for, so he resumed his rummaging.

Finally, he spotted something that fit the bill. He took what looked like a long pair of weapon hilts without a blade of any kind, and strapped them to his forearms. Focusing his new power into them, a pair of long, jagged blades formed from dark grey, glass-like rock, solidifying as he inspected them, then took a tentative swing. The obsidian swords whistled as they sliced through the air, and Ahkmou grinned behind his Rau.

The blades shattered as he dismissed them, and began to walk for the exit. He wasn't certain as to how he'd make a living now. He'd grown to appreciate his ability to hide away and fade into the crowd after his second spell as Makuta's unfortunate pawn, but now that wasn't going to happen. Still... perhaps this was the second chance he needed. Not the Turaga letting him run a shop again, but the opportunity to actually atone for his past actions...

Taking a deep breath, Ahkmou strode toward the light.

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