#steltian

[toacody]

krekka (2024)

Only gets better with time.

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Creator: FeroxJ

[deepsearahi]

KREKKA- 2023 VER.

After the original Lariska I teased a WIP of Krekka, but never showed the finished product as I was unhappy with it. Years later I rebuilt it, & I'm happy to finally share.

Built with Stud.io

[downtofragglerock]

Another case of "Farshtey was a dnd player back when species alignment was dogma" syndrome

Headcanon that Skrall as a species are essentially doomed on Spherus Magna.

Even though they are warriors of the highest caliber, 100,000 years of war, starvation, and the loss of every female of their species leads to a slow, inevitable decline.

Ruthlessly culling any member of their species that wasn't a high-class warrior meant that there was no investment in education or skilled labor. The only way their society functioned was to rely on pillaging and slave labor to obtain food, medicine, and essentially everything that didn't involve stabbing.

Given their very rigid social system, it didn't seem like female Skrall had much say or power in their society. On Bara Manga, the second they did get mental powers they were considered a threat and banished to the wilds. Canonically, the male and female Skrall also separated into two societies on Bota Manga.

After that point, the population replacement rate was 0 and the male Skrall were in an endless war with the Agori for resources. While they never really lost fights, that didn't mean that they weren't losing people to disease, injury, and old age.

And then Mata Nui came along and curb-stomped the only leader-cast member of their species they had left. The remaining male Skrall dispersed into smaller groups led by named Skrall or high-tier casts.

And then Teridax came along.

A huge portion of their remaining population was atomized when Teridax blasted their home in the Black Spike Mountains. The remaining groups decided to join the free-for-all fight between the Agori, Toa, Rahkshi, and Skakdi.

And even as amazing warriors in a normal fight, there's no way the Skrall did anything but get their shit kicked in against armies of beings with ranged supernatural powers. A sword is great, but not much use when all your opponents can do things like suck the oxygen from your lungs, or summon a mountant to crush you without breaking a sweat.

Plus, every Agori and Glatorian hates their guts and wouldn't hesitate to gut any Skrull injured or trapped by the absolute free-for-all that was Bara Magna.

Anyone who survived the bloodbath and subsequent reformation of Spherus Magna, including adding Bota Magna Skrull to their ranks, is still looking at a very grim future.

The Skrall are now outclassed by almost every sentient species (and most wildlife) on the planet in terms of power and resources. Their home and leader cast are gone, and they have no slaves left (all killed or emancipated by Toa) to produce goods or labor. Their species is still split into two societies by gender and getting together long enough to have kids probably isn't in the cards.

A few Skrall are hired on by the Dark Hunters, but given their lack of powers, they would be best as cannon fodder, or as combat trainers to beings with greater powers.

Every other remaining male Skrall group is going to have their shit kicked in by every other group the second they try to cause trouble. And the Baterra are probably still picking off warriors whenever and wherever they find them.

Their population has plummeted over the last 100,000 years and the remaining members of the species are essentially the last generation.

The best hope their species has is that the female Skrall, being less militant and having no mental powers left, join with Agori or Glatorian society. They might be closely related enough that they can have children with the Glatorian or Agori.

If so, any future Skrall are at most 50-50 genetically split with another species. Subsequent generations will have thinner and thinner Skrall genetics, and they'll be extinct as an individual species.

Given that they were absolute bastards as a species and society in-canon, that might be for the best. Banishing every member of your society that can have children, and then going to endless war with every one of your neighbors forever is essentially biological suicide.

[tiredspacedragon]

Maybe we've been too harsh on Greg for the ridiculous number of different species in the Matoran Universe.

Like okay, call the tendency to make nearly every new non-Matoran character a member of a brand new species never heard of before (or since in most cases) what you will. Lazy worldbuilding, unnecessarily convoluted, whatever. Be those as they may, is it possible that we have been taking the term "species" too literally?

Yes, some species are certainly fairly populous. Skakdi, Vortixx, Steltians, etc. Given the Barraki's status as rulers of much of the MU, and specifically the way Ehlek's people are described, I'd say it's fairly safe to say there's a goodly amount of each of them as well.

But for other beings, like Axonn, or Hydraxon, or Shadow Stealer, anyone that seems like they could just as easily be unique, and that them being part of a whole species is pushing the boundaries of exactly what logically fits into the system of the MU, it may be wrong to interpret "species" as meaning a widespread population. In their case, where we don't know anything about what their society may be like, where it may be located, or if they even have one, it might be that "species" means nothing more than "there is/was more than one of them." And that could mean anything. It could mean there's an island full of Axonns somewhere. Or it could mean that there were like, 6.

And you can say that's not what species means, but none of these characters evolved naturally. They were all purpose-built. Technically speaking, they're not species, they're product lines. Design models. And how many times have you heard of a car model, or a specific brand of tool, or some toy or piece of media, that got a very limited release? Only a small number of copies were ever made? And that's for disseminating across whole countries, even the entire world. Shrink that down to the size of the MU, a large-ish archipelago. There wouldn't need to be many of a particular kind of being for them to be observed as belonging to a larger group, even if that "larger group" was actually quite small.

So yeah. Maybe all these disparate species actually make a little more sense to coexist with one another if some, maybe even a majority, actually only have a few members, and are only considered to be part of a "species" to signify they're not one-of-a-kind.

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Ehhh Bionicle species headcanons (but not the Vortixx or Lariska's species because I've already talked about them, or The Shadowed One's species since they already have enough canon lore about them):

Axonn's species only receive names after they have become proficient in a specific type of weapon. The name is a combination of at least half of said weapon's name and a gendered suffix (the masculine "-onn", the feminine "-enn" and the neutral "-inn"). Examples of other names are "Sworenn" and "Stafinn". Hand-to-hand combat is frowned upon in their civilisation, and those who choose to focus on it are denied a name.

The three Steltian species were originally designed for different construction roles; "Aristocrats" (Sidorak's species) worked as foremen, "Bruisers" (Krekka's species) did the actual construction work, and "Gladiators" (Gladiator's species) transported materials and tools. After their purpose was fulfilled, their roles gradually changed until they ended up with the restrictive Steltian class system.

Brutaka's species were designed as a failsafe for if the Makuta went rogue, as they could absorb the Antidermis from a Makuta and weaken them.

Trinuma's species were designed using modified versions of the original Toa blueprints, made bulkier and with the addition of large horns, but without any elemental power.

Hydraxon's species are from an island with lots of swampland, hence their webbed feet. Since the water isn't particularly deep, they rarely need to go under it, which is why they can't naturally breathe underwater.

[lemonylepid]

Vidoza, a high steltian rhotuka bass flute player, very popular around the Basin. He/They pronouns. His music is some of the first to be shared across the Signal and could be interpreted to be akin to human jazz mixed with emo rock.

[makutaservaela]

Yesterday, I set out to write a silly little story about "Nokama Hordika goes into heat and has to figure out that problem." As I began to write, the story idea then quickly became "The male Toa Hordika go into rut and make it everyone's problem".

12 hours and 10k words later, and I present: Web of Shadows, The Bad Ending

Notes:

Major Character Death (besides the one we all know dies in this era)

Featuring Cat-Kama :)

It's 18+, but I don't describe... certain... scenes in too much detail. It's a mature story, but it's not an erotica per say.

This story is not canon to my main headcanon universe. In my main headcanon universe, no one but the Skakdi were able to mate while in the Mata Nui. In this story, Hordika are able to mate, and Steltians and Vortixx are somewhat more organic than Matoran.

[randomwriteronline]

"I trust I have chosen you well."

The structure was sprawling. On one hand, it had to be expected - the Makuta assigned to Metru Nui would not have resisted a dose of fanfare to their abode, settled as it was in the second most important location of the universe; on the other, it felt a bit surprising, because rather frankly the city had not appeared to have the necessary space for such a thing with how densely packed it was. Then again, the lair tended to develop vertically and was situated in Po-Metru, easily the most desolated district.

They had tried to commit its plant to memory as the tour went on, but with little success. They would have to acclimate to the winding nature of its shape and the position of the rooms in time.

Norik bowed his head briefly in a sort of long nod, knowing these things were heard even when unseen: "We will prove as much, Makuta."

"I do not doubt it," Teridax replied with the low hissing voice of his kind.

His feet were heavy on the floor, causing a very strange and distinctive sound that echoed between the walls and had so far determined the rhythm of their "relaxed march", if one had to describe the pace at which their group had moved through the structure.

It was as such a little bit jarring when they produced a curious muffled shuffle as he stopped, a little ways from a door leading to a staircase.

"I would request another duty for you to take on, as well," he explained. His hand gave a little flourish, akin to a (somewhat flustered) wave. "It is a lesser one, in a sense - it shouldn't be too hard for you."

"Certainly, Makuta," Norik replied. His siblings nodded with him, truthfully a little curious.

"I would like you to look after my..." the hulking being blanked for a moment, voice cutting off and glowing eyes staring into the void. His long fingers clenched into a half-hearted fist as he seemed to think as furiously fast as he could, settling on a word that he still didn't seem too sure was correct: "Apprentice. As well."

That was a surprise - information on the inner workings of the Brotherhood wasn't exactly abundant, but nobody had ever heard of them taking apprentices before. A recent member of the Makuta species, perhaps? But Teridax would have likely called them "sibling" instead, if that were the case. The being had to be something else... Skakdi weren't quite that bright, but maybe a Vortixx? A Steltian? A Matoran or Toa, even?

Teridax continued, regaining composure with a wave of his claws: "Though he is far from newly made, his experience of the universe outside of the Brotherhood is very limited, if not skewed in certain places. I hope a team of Toa such as yourselves would be a good influence on him."

They weren't sure if that was a compliment or not.

It probably was, by all means, and they were in no position to complain either way.

It was just that this whole deal sort of sounded like they were being treated as a pack of Hapaka hounds put to the ferocious protection of one singular Mukau.

Still, because they had been chosen by Teridax himself and to plainly tell him they didn't think that was a task befitting them would have been incredibly rude to say the least, Norik again voiced his siblings' carefully worded thoughts as they all bowed their heads: "We're flattered, Makuta, and we will do our best. Is your apprentice busy at the moment, or would it be fine for us to meet him?"

"I fear that will have to wait. I have sent him to one of my brothers," Teridax replied. "Guests tend to make Pohatu rather... Excitable."

Pouks made a strange face.

He regretted it when the Kraahkan turned to him.

"What is it?" the Makuta demanded.

"Ah - nothing," he tried to lie, opting then to diminish the truth: "I remembered something, but it's nothing important."

"Do share." the other insisted. "I am curious."

Oh, this was the worst. Pouks did his best not to sink into his shoulders and through the floor as he embarrassedly explained: "It's just an old legend... According to some, the Toa Mata of Stone is also called Pohatu. I was only surprised by the coincidence."

Teridax did not respond to that for a moment, completely frozen.

At last, his voice emerged from the depths of his gargantuan being in a somewhat strangled tone: "Indeed."

Perhaps he was planning to clear his throat with a half-hearted cough afterwards, and return to the topic of orientation, leading his newly appointed Hagah up to the rest of the lair.

He did not manage to do any of that as a atrong wind suddenly rushed right behind him and straight into the staircase, following its spiral design until it hit what was presumably a very far away wall with a loud 'thunk' - a sound which winds have a tendency not to make when coming in contact with walls, as they are composed of an element that under no circumstances goes 'thunk' upon impact.

Thoroughly spooked, the Toa jolted and held their tools a little tighter.

The Makuta, for his part, widened his eyes and gazed into nothingness for a second or so in horrible, horrible realization.

"Excuse me," he mumbled at the six before making his way to the entrance of the stairwell in what he certainly hoped would be a sufficiently dignified manner of leaving the scene.

He got past the doorway, though not by much; then, whatever had rushed up the steps came back down like a small slavine, and the massive being had to abruptly cut his height in half with a hissed grunt as the noticeably shorter thing slammed itself in his abdomen at the speed of a magnum bullet.

The Toa were about to intervene as they noticed his arms shoot forward to contain the menace, but instead held themselves back in baffled silence when he patted its head.

"Are they here?" an excited voice asked.

"You should be with Krika," Teridax wheezed without answering.

"He said you were getting a Hagah team so I wriggled out of his lair and ran over as soon as I could!" the voice explained still bouncing with enthusiasm, like traveling the entire distance between Metru Nui and Zakaz, apparently by foot and possibly with the same velocity it had just displayed, was a normal thing to do.

Which, considering the Makuta's reaction to the information was only to ruefully pull his head back and heave a deep sigh of disappointment (very likely regarding his more somber brother), it seemed to indeed be.

From behind the massive being the new guest finally caught a glimpse of the six warriors standing still as statues just a couple bio away: overwhelmed by excitement, it pressed harder against Teridax as if to slither through the gaps in his armor, managing to get most of its body across before the Makuta finally caught it by the legs and was this able to hold its noticeably Artakhan build in place, while its orange eyes smiled brilliantly through the elongated sockets of its brown Kakama.

"HI!!" the Toa Mata of Stone yelled at them as he waved his hand at terrifying speeds: "DO YOU WANT TO SEE MY HORNED RAHI?"

The six Toa felt the ability to speak leave them.

Before their wide eyes, the figure of legend was at last scooped up in Teridax's palms, sitting between the mighty claws as snug as a kraata despite being roughly ten times the size of one, dangling his legs like a Matoran on a ledge and still beaming at them with a wide excited grin behind his mask.

The Makuta made a small sound, like a wheezed whine. He seemed a little embarrassed.

"I was hoping to stage a more elegant introduction," he half lamented - rather melodramatically, which made the being in his hold giggle. "But I suppose Destiny is at work against me."

-

"Do you need help, Gaki?" Pohatu asked, suddenly stomping to a stop.

Gaaki thanked the Great Spirit she hand a tendency to clench around herself when scared, otherwise the crate in her hand would have ruinously slammed on the floor and whatever it contained would have likely gone to pieces.

"No, thank you," she replied as gently as she could with a wobbly smile: "I've got it all handled here, you don't need to worry."

"Are you sure? I know these are pretty heavy, and the stairs are terrible - especially when you've got your hands full," the other Toa insisted gently. He faked a little gun show for her, lifting his short arms - it did make her chuckle, and he seemed to relish in that: "I can carry one or two so you don't have to take too many trips down!"

"I don't want to distract you from your duties..."

"Oh, I don't have anything to do right now. Or ever, really. I'd love to lend you a hand."

She fumbled with the crate again.

"Alright," she acquiesced, "If you want to, I won't disdain some help."

Pohatu beamed brilliantly.

He lifted the second crate with a short grunt, settling it to the top of his head for stability, and gladly hurried in front of her to lead the way. His armored feet were surprisingly light against the ground, quick and nimble in a way they certainly didn't look: Gaaki struggled to match his pace, though it thankfully became clear she didn't need to - as he stopped to wait for her at every corner, very aware of his speed.

She hadn't expected all this eager helpfulness from Teridax's protégé.

Or from a figure of myth, either.

She couldn't say she was complaining about it, though.

"It's Gaaki, by the way," she told him him just as he began too speed off again.

That made him stop in his tracks, precariously balancing his weight on one foot in a rather dangerous way: "What?" he hollered back as he managed to set himself back upright without breaking anything.

"My name is Gaaki," she repeated, "With a long A."

"Ga-ah-ki?"

"Exactly like that. You said Ga-ki earlier."

"Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get it wrong."

"Don't worry, it's a common mistake. You'll get the hang of it."

He looked to the floor sheepishly either way.

He fiddled with his crate, balancing it a little better to take his mind off his slip-up, and headed for the stairwell leading down into the laboratory's storage.

Gaaki found him a few steps down already, waiting for her expectantly with his back to one of the walls. Imagining he was used enough to this type of architecture to know the better way to traverse such a narrow space with one's hands incapacitated, she imitated him; and so they began sliding down.

"Where are you from?" Pohatu asked all of a sudden, seeming honestly curious.

"Hm? Uh, the lower archipelago," she replied while trying to focus on where to place her feet, "The right one."

"Oh, opposite of Artidax then!"

"Exactly. A little higher, actually, but - you understand."

"And were you made a Toa? Or were you a Matoran first?"

The strange question made her steal a quizzical glance at him: "I was a Matoran, of course."

Before she could ask him about the first part of his question, he was already moving onto a new one: "So you had a job?"

"Well, yes. I was tasked with supervising the liquid protodermis flow through the canals down to Ba-Koro. Changes in gravity have a tendency to make it act up in certain places, so it was my duty to make sure everything worked smoothly."

"And did you like it?"

She looked around (checking for her supervisor's surprise visits still, after all these decades) before leaning down closer to him so she could whisper in his audio receptor with a conspiratorial tone and eyes telling of an ancient frustrated desperation: "It was dreadfully boring! I've feared for my life before, but I'd rather get turned into a lizard-headed little freak than spend a single day obsessing over tubes and pressures again!"

Pohatu snickered a little despite himself. The mortification that gleamed in his eyes for a moment disappeared the moment Gaaki joined in with her own chortle.

"Was it that bad?" he asked.

"Ah - alright, I could have exaggerated it a bit... It wasn't really bad, just mind-numbing. Which might be worse, really, but it doesn't matter. It's all behind me now - and I could be remembering things worse from how they actually were. I've been a Toa for eleven thousand years, after all, my memory's bound to get spotty."

Pohatu almost tripped as he did a double-take: "Eleven thousand?"

"Yes?"

"And you were a Matoran before that?"

"Yes, for four thousand years."

The Toa Mata seemed bewildered: "You're brand new!" he cried out.

Gaaki blinked.

A strangled cackle of disbelief left her at last, rattling through her chest: "Thank you?"

Of all the things she'd been called in her long life, 'brand new' was exactly the sort that she never would have expected anybody to one day use to describe her.

The stable pavement caught them by surprise. The lab's storage was rather large, looking almost cavernous due to its emptiness: Pohatu made a beeline towards a corner, placing down his crate as gently as he could; the Toa of Water followed suit and left her own cargo nearby, muffled tinkling coming from within.

Just to make sure everything was alright, Gaaki lifted the covers slightly and peeked inside: the crystal vats stood straight and clean, none broken or toppled.

She gave a small sigh of relief.

"Do you say that to all the females you meet?" she dared to tease him now that her concerns had been quelled.

"Of course not, all the others I know are even older than me!" Pohatu replied earnestly with a booming laugh. "Compared to us relics, you just came out of the forge!"

She snorted a little: "Alright, fair enough - and how old are you?"

"Oof, hundred thousand, give or take."

A large number was to be expected (it's really the only fitting answer, for a figure of myth) but it still took her quite off-guard. The Toa before her had every bit the design of something primitively unusual, with a certain almost wild appearance that no other being could hope to match, but his energy and attitude made it frighteningly easy to forget how truly ancient he was.

Pohatu didn't let her dwell on that too much: without fanfare he wrapped his arms around her, hefted her up in the air, and before Gaaki knew it they were back upstairs.

He placed her back down with a careful, bouncy movement, like it had been nothing.

"How many more?" he asked eagerly.

She held onto his shoulders for a moment, trying to steady her head so that her thoughts could clamber out of the basement where the fulminous speed had abandoned them and back into her skull: "How many what?" she managed once her faculties had properly caught up with her.

"The crates," he reminded her.

Oh! Yes, right, the Makuta's supplies, of course...

She turned around, still a little dizzy: a singular large box met her gaze, sitting almost defiantly right where she'd left it minutes earlier as if challenging her.

"One," she replied at last.

Pohatu leaned down to grab it: "I can handle that-"

Before she could stop herself, her hand was already gently patting the top of the brown Kakama and her voice was growing kindly stern again as though she were talking to a rowdy but otherwise well-meaning Matoran: "I've got this. You've been of great help already, but I'll assume you have your own busywork to do, right?"

Mortification crawled over her like a pack of ravenous stone rats as she realized what she was doing.

Much to her relief Pohatu could not have minded her somewhat condescending behavior less, as he leaned into her palm with great enthusiasm, soaking in her thanks like a sponge, before trying to insist more gently: "I have my Rahi, but if you need a hand..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," she reassured him as she retreated her hand, still embarrassed by her lapsus: "You saved me plenty of time, and even without your speed a single crate will be a breeze to carry."

"But the stairs..."

"You've showed me how to handle those earlier. I'll be fine, I promise!"

"Do you... Do you want to see them, first?"

"See what?"

"My Rahi!" the Toa of Stone started rocking in place, seeming excited. "The Makuta gifted me a few over the centuries and I'm- I mean, if you'd like to - oh, oh, have you ever met a moose? Chirox made it a few decades ago, I have one, she's huge! But she's docile, don't worry. If, if you, want, to come see a moose."

Gaaki thought about it for a moment: "You know," she said at last, silently apologizing to her brother, "Pouks actually has a fascination with large creatures."

Orange eyes beamed: "He does?"

She nodded: "I'm certain he would quite like to see a moose."

The shorter Toa appeared to be vibrating.

He fidgeted with his hands, trying to ask her a question he couldn't quite find the words for, begging for a tacit permission with a sort of eager nervousness; she huffed a giggle and winked her approval, and after barely the time to beam her a smile he was already off, a short lived forceful breeze all that was left in his wake.

-

"Iruini."

The Toa of Air stiffened.

He sincerely wished, upon Wairuha, Akamai and the Great Spirit himself, that Teridax's ability to apparently materialize out of nowhere in complete silence would one day finally stop scaring the wits right out of him.

Nonetheless he did his best to steel himself and straighten his back as he turned around: "Yes, Makuta?" he inquired.

"Pohatu is not in his chambers," the towering being spoke somberly. A tinge of anxiety spread into his words like ink staining water. "Nor have I found him in the laboratory, or any other room. He is not aiding your leader, or sparring with your sister; your brothers of Stone and Ice are with his Rahi in his place."

Ah! So it was just this, thank goodness.

Iruini waved at the Makuta to follow him while he walked fast, headed for a nearby balcony opening onto a large barren plane: "Don't worry - last I checked, Bomonga was keeping him busy."

"And where is Bomonga, if you'd be so inclined to tell me?"

"Ah, but where's the fun in that?" the Le-Toa murmured as quiet as he could while peering beyond the railing.

Teridax's much larger form hunched above him, casting a long shadow over him as he squinted in an attempt to catch at least a glimpse of the black and golden armor his Hagah of Earth wore. There were no such colors upon the dusty barren ground; all that crossed their vision a sudden bolt of brown every now and then, rushing like a crazed Rama across the stone and stopping only for mere seconds at a time to look around with feverish purpose.

Then, the unthinkable: enormous metal pillars sprung from the ground around the maroon spot and snapped shut around it just as quick as an alligator's jaw. The little figure cried out a thunderous 'eep!' as it tried to escape, but it was far too late.

From up on the balcony Iruini smirked with a huffed giggle while the Toa failed to evade his brother's grasp for the fourteenth time, struggling and squirming in it like a kraata. Bomonga's head peered through the ground at last with his usual impassible expression tainted by a glint of amusement in his lime eyes that would have been much harder to notice if his Mask of Growth hadn't turned his features massive.

Pohatu certainly saw it, and replied by giving his gargantuan finger a fake kick in playful retaliation.

"Best of thirty!" he hollered at his captor.

The Onu-Toa found the challenge suitable for a being of his caliber. He placed the Mata of Stone down once more with all the care necessary, watched him zip away laughing for a few dozen bio, and disappeared back into the dirt, like a predator sinking once more into the bog to settle in wait.

Iruini dared turn his gaze away from their game.

Teridax had moved to stand by his side instead of behind him and continued to watch the scene with a relieved smile and half-lidden eyes, anxiety gone from his stance; his claws clacked gently against the railing with a slow, pleased cadence.

His Hagah of Air leaned towards him, prompting him to lower his head to hear his hushed words better: "Should I ask my brother to let him win at least one?"

A low chuckle rumbled through the Makuta: "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he echoed, stealing an amused glance at the Toa biting his own tongue with a quiet regretful sound, like he'd just been kicked in the stomach.

Down below, Pohatu evaded an ambush with a triumphant cry.

Then he yelped as he fell into Bomonga's actual trap.

His frustrated groan tore a cackle out of Teridax.

"Do remind him to warn me next time he indulges my apprentice, if you would," he concluded while turning away from their game, walking back into the tower with slow steps. "I'd rather not have to fear about his safety again."

"Of course, Makuta."

The faint golden glow of the Kualsi gleamed in the corner of his eye: then the Toa disappeared.

Iruini blinked into the room where Teridax was busy archiving failed experiments in small stasis jars much later. He noticed his arrival only thanks to the curious sound which followed the teleportation - a sort of faint aspirated clunk clicking into place to force an empty space open around a specific shape.

"How is the score looking?" the larger being asked casually.

"They've moved on to best of sixty," the Toa answered without missing a beat.

Teridax bellowed a single laugh. If he could personally meet whoever decided all Le-Toa should have some amount of good comedic sense, he would probably give their hand a good shake.

"What brings you to me?" he drawled, gently shaking the small inert beast in its vat and watching it sway in its dreamless sleep. "I do not think you came to simply rely Pohatu's newest fruitless endeavors against your brother of Earth."

"I had a question about him, actually. Not Bomonga - your apprentice."

The quiet cautious tone was not lost on him, nor the strange feeling behind the last word: "Continue."

"Kualus recently shared with the rest of us an... Interesting conversation the two of them had, in-between their enthusiastic talks of how a horned flying Rahi would feasibly function and fly and sustain itself and so on and so forth."

"I can imagine the topic."

A beat of silence passed. Teridax set two more jars in place, careful to make the least sound possible in case his Toa Hagah had suddenly decided he preferred murmuring over speaking.

The other being did neither.

"Am I wrong, Iruini?"

"You haven't said anything I could refute."

"And yet you do not admit I am right."

"... He spoke of his siblings."

The Makuta's hand stalled for a moment before returning to his work in silence.

"Not much," the Toa added with a certain haste, his usual bite softened into an almost demure tone. "Only in passing."

No answer came.

The pause invited him to continue like a claw poking his spine.

He shifted on his feet. These sorts of dialogues of one rested on his nerves as comfortably as a spiny stone ape perched on one of the astrologers' crystal chairs.

"He didn't have much information on them, anyways," he spoke: "Their current whereabouts are unknown as far as anybody knows."

"They are," Teridax murmured.

Iruini eyed the hulking back as though kraata could have suddenly oozed out of it: "He isn't too heartbroken about that. At least - that was Kualus's impression."

"He isn't."

"Nor does he seem to hold them in high regard," the Le-Toa whispered, "Since he wishes them to be dead."

The vat hit the table with a small firm sound.

A long sigh hissed out of the Makuta; his shoulders lowered slowly, his claws raking across the flat surface without leaving marks, only producing a low grumbling growl.

The Toa withheld as much air in his lungs as he could, finding it very wise to keep quiet.

Not for a lack of questions: he had plenty of those. What the Brotherhood thought of the matter, for example. Or what Teridax thought of it, more specifically. If "apprentice" meant something other than "beloved ward" - if it was a claim of sorts on a being, if it included a certain kind of education they were not privy to, overseen by the Makuta when his Hagah were not around. Had it ever been disclosed how Pohatu had come into their midst? No, it had not. And the idea of the Toa Mata leaving one of their own behind sounded too farfetched to be true. Like a false memory planted by gentle voices, to confuse shackles for silk ribbons.

Silence hung over them like a coat of armor.

He almost jumped when the gigantic form spoke again, thundering voice hushed into the rustling of leaves: "I have told you," the Makuta echoed, "His experience of our universe is limited at best, and skewed at worst."

"And did you work to better it?" Iruini insinuated before he could catch his silver tongue between his teeth.

"We have tried," Teridax replied without any theatrics. "We have taught him what we could, what we knew, what we heard... But we are not Toa. We have our limits. And he is stubborn."

"But to wish for them to-"

"Our sister Tasaphore found him in a tunnel outside Karda Nui, alone, barely able to move through his guilt," the other cut him off. He did not snap, he did not growl; he spoke softly still, not turning around. The tone of his reminiscence colored itself with a faint distant pain. "He has told us little of his time before we welcomed him in our Brotherhood. He prefers not to dwell on those days. All he has remained firm on is that his siblings abandoned him."

"But that is - it can't - their duty-"

"He knows his duty. What do you believe? That he holds the safety of Mata Nui in no regard?"

"And what's he to do if the time comes? He can't pretend to save the Great Spirit on his own just because of a grudge!"

"Convince him yourself, then. Manage what the we, I shall admit, have failed to achieve: dozens of thousands of years we have tried to persuade him at least to forgive, and still he persists in his vitriol. He is stubborn, I told you - a stone that fights against change, against the forces of time."

He turned swiftly, making no sound: his vermillion eyes pinned Iruini in place, instilling in him a paralyzing sense of fear that seemed to snake around his neck like tendrils.

"You are his siblings now," Teridax sentenced with a murmur.

The Toa felt his muscles seize completely.

He shook his head, first slowly, then faster, faster, trying to bargain without words - they could not do it, they could not do it, how could they do it? How could simple Toa like them have taken on the destiny of the Mata themselves?

But the Makuta stared on, his Kraahkan eerily illuminated from within: "You must not share his burden," he whispered. "That is not something I can ask of you, nor order."

Then what?

What was he asking them?

What were they supposed to do?

"You are everything he has outside of this lair - outside of the Brotherhood." the enormous figure spoke with a low, begging tone, soft and quiet. Like a father on his knees, pleading for his son. "His world cannot only be a tangle of kraata, of viruses, of laboratories, severed from his own kin. There are thing we Makuta cannot teach him. There are things a Toa must learn from other Toa."

Unity.

The oppressing feeling lifted from the room.

Iruini gasped by reflex.

Teridax's eyes lost their frightening gleam in the dim light, resembling now only dots of scarlet easily lost beneath the black shape of his Kanohi. He almost looked small, for a moment.

He turned back to his task, his claws curling gently around the fragile vats as he grasped them, inspected them, set them away: "At ease," he murmured without looking at the being behind him as he dismissed him.

The Toa remained still at first. His feet tapped against the ground when he finally began to walk backwards, a little stunted; then a faint aspirated clunk clicked into place, and he was gone.

[oyeedraw]

Bonkle thoughts, not so late edition:

Mata Nui Matoran, especially Ta-Matoran, are absurdly skilled fighters for a random generic Matoran.

Why? Vakama. Vakama had an odd assortment of mentors.

First, obviously, Toa Lhikan. Not for too long, but they were on talking terms even when Vakama was a Matoran, so he might have gotten in a few tips in even then. Maybe he was even Lhikan's designated maskmaker and in extension probably to all the Toa Mangai then. That's a lot of adventures he could have heard about at the very least.

His teammates obviously. We see at least one instance in the book where they spar.

Sidorak. Compared to a Dark Hunter, he is a shit fighter, but still a moderately good fighter as I recall it from the books, or at least had the balls to lead his Visorak in the person. Gladiatoral fights are also a national sport to steltians, and he was friendly or at least polite with Vakama. There is no way he didn't have holos/videos on him to watch in his downtime. Obviously his Commander of the Visorak Hordes, who is a fresh Toa, must see the best ones. For educational purposes of course. (Roodaka appears mid-session to point out mistakes and incorrect forms, and gets the most upset at the referee when they make a shit decision. This is the only time Roodaka shows any genuine interest in Sidorak. Roodaka is very disturbed by this afterwards.)

Roodaka. She is a skilled double spy (see, she scales a DH bastion's wall like no-one's business). She has both Brotherhood and Dark Hunter training. She captured four martially highly skilled Toa Hagah and made such an impression on Bogaraks that they'd rather jump off a tower, than displease her. Roodaka has high standards even with her casual hipocrisy, so it's safe to assume she at least taught Vakama how to dodge properly so that he would be an asset for longer.

The whole team of previously mentioned Toa Hagah. After the Visorak Hordes are gone and while they are building the airships, I'm sure the Rahaga made a point to prepare their Toa Metru siblings as much as possible (wich probably included both Toa training and any random Brotherhood related skill or knowledge they deemed useful).

In conclusion, Vakama has the rarest hybrid dark-hunter-brotherhood-classic-Toa training in the whole MU. Which he imparted on his Matoran. No wonder that the Inika/Mahri kicked were as good handling bad guys as they were.

[lightly-toasted-ice]

The Steltian held his right arm out to brace against the wall, the impact jolting the spiked protodermis coursing through his body. He held his other hand up to his temple in a vain attempt to quell the pounding in his head as he shuffled towards the door to the inn. When he reached it and stumbled through, he was caught by another, somewhat more steady patron. The two smiled and exchanged pleasantries before separating once more. Oh, how the Steltian longed for the warm embrace of bed and blanket; sweet release from the storm hammering his skull. The stairs in his path were a daunting adversary, even when sober, but he was no stranger to hard fights after hard nights. Slowly but surely, he climbed his way up, step by eye-twisting step. Now, was it the third door on the left, or was it the fourth? Maybe it was on the right? The Steltian resolved to just keep shambling until he remembered. It didn't take long at all before he found the door to his room, identifying it by a particularly ragged gash that ran near the door handle. He turned that handle, nearly running into the door before it had opened, and slowly made his way into the room. He felt around for the lightstone near the basin, which was shielded by an overturned cup. He found it by nearly knocking it from its perch, but saved both it and the cup from falling. He looked into the mirror above the basin and froze. He was far from superstitious, and certainly wasn't religious, but what he saw in the mirror was as good as Karzahni to him. He whipped around, nearly sending himself to the floor. He locked eyes with a being from his long-buried memories, her armor gleaming black and violet in the lightstone's glow, golden light shining from beneath her chestplate and mask, a terrifyingly large bladed disk held loosely in her right hand, her left lightly gripping the back of the chair she sat in. "It's been a long time," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Close the door and take a seat. We've got a lot to catch up on."

A few hours later... Traven let out a heavy sigh as he pressed a knuckle to his forehead. "You're absolutely certain he was telling the truth?" Cantor nodded. "Positive. Doubt he could've thought straight enough to try lying. I could smell the booze on him before he even made it through the door." Traven stood up, stretching as he did. Cantor doubted he'd slept at all last night. The Toa of Iron turned to her. "If he had no information on Nastrond, we have no reason to stay on Stelt. If you have anything else you need to take care of here, please do so quickly; I fear we are overstaying our welcome." Cantor nodded. Their peace treaty with the Steltians wasn't a long-term deal, and with the utter lack of leads on Makuta Nastrond, they were sure to be ousted when word reached the warlords. She moved closer to Traven and put a hand on his shoulder. "I won't be gone long, brother. Try to get some sleep, while I'm out." A flicker of protest crossed Traven's face, but it passed quickly. He smiled at Cantor. "No promises," he said. He pulled Cantor into a brief embrace, and the Toa of Gravity left the hut, turning towards the center of the island for one last tour of the Great Arena.

[toacody]

Krekka (2015)

As seen on film.

Source

Creator: FeroxJ

[chronological-barnacle]

Vakama is baby, but he's done it before

ok so these posts by @crystaltoa and @goattypegirl have been orbiting each other in my brain for the last 36ish hours and finally coalesced into something hopefully coherent

if we run with the idea of the Vahi as a big "TIMELINE RESET" button which ensures both its own creation and un-creation, suppose it could also ensure the creation and un-creation of its own creator as an additional safeguard? suppose that, at the moment of its use, the Vahi reaches backward in its own timeline to trigger the birth/manufacturing of a Matoran imbued with the necessary metatemporal intelligence and potential for Toa-hood just in time for them to fully master the art of maskmaking before crafting the Mask of Time -- and simultaneously, resetting the new timeline to a point just before its maker would have been made. you can't have a metatemporal intelligence just operating freely, after all -- who knows what else a being of that nature might make when left to its own devices?

so: of course Vakama is only like 500-1000 years old when the Great Cataclysm strikes -- that was all the time he needed to master his craft before it was Vahi-o'clock. that's how it goes every time.

but this still leaves some issues unaddressed

canon shows no signs of the Vahi having capabilities like this. BUT we've only ever seen it wielded by Toa, who were not terribly good at it. if it takes higher levels of focus and control to unlock the timeline-resetting capabilities, perhaps it was meant for a bearer with more skill and power, experienced in the use of Legendary Kanohi...perhaps, in the event of a universe-threatening catastrophe, the Vahi was meant for Artakha to use?

but if that's the case, why would Vakama have respawned in Metru Nui instead of Artakha? maybe Metru Nui has better Maskmaking 101, maybe that's where the Great Disks usually manifest whenever the timeline resets, maybe he has showed up on Artakha's island some of the other times.....maybe he lands in whatever region the Disks have ended up by then.

so if it's not necessarily set in stone where in the MU Vakama might appear, master maskmaking, become a Toa, collect & combine the Great Disks, and forge the Vahi, then we'd need a way to ensure that the mask gets to Artakha as soon as possible upon completion no matter where it shows up. and THAT is where Voporak comes into play

inevitably, once a fresh timeline is stable, someone[s] will eventually be like "imagine if there was a Mask of Time, would that be fucked up or what" and imbue somebody else with the power to sense temporal anomalies (there'd probably also need to be a new Voporak after every reset - the Vahi would undo the previous one since someone with time-sensing abilities would likely sense that the timeline has been altered, and you can't risk that knowledge getting out if you want affairs to stay stable. gotta keep things tidy, no loose ends! so who knows how many different beings have been Voporak before our current timeline? there's no reason to assume it was a highborn Steltian every time). for an optimally stable time loop, Voporak would set out directly from Artakha, swipe the Vahi, and hightail it home

so now we can identify where the current timeline started to go askew: the Brotherhood sent our Voporak to Odina instead of Artakha, which leaves us with a Vahi-retriever loyal to TSO. at this point it still would've been possible to course-correct and undo the Cataclysm entirely, but then Vakama wielded the Vahi himself, which -- despite needing to be a Toa in order to successfully forge the mask -- he technically wasn't meant to do

(on another note, this all could inform Teridax's motivations for wanting the Vahi. perhaps he thought he could alter the timeline further in his favor somehow, in addition to speeding up the brainwashing of the Matoran)

as goattypegirl's writing on the subject already states, whatever Vakama achieved with the Mask of Time did successfully prevent the Cataclysm from destroying the GSR or wiping out all life inside, and the fact that Mata Nui's mission was a success and that Spherus Magna was restored in what should have been a doomed timeline -- essentially a time loop that never got closed -- is frankly a miracle

and the remaining Great Beings are definitely in for a shock when they learn that not only does the Vahi still physically exist, but so do Vakama and Voporak

[an-apocalypse-of-magpies]

Creeps from the Deep - Ctenoz

Ctenoz was once a Steltian of relatively low social class, serving as a slave in the court of a sadistic noble, and an unknown misdemeanour caused him to be cast into the Pit as punishment. Exposed to the Pit Mutagen, he become warped and powerful, but increasingly mindless, too used to not having to think in his work on Stelt. His body is laced with neurotoxin, making merely touching him a brush with death.

Ctenoz is, fairly obviously, based on a jellyfish and elements of nudibranches. With the Barraki representing the six main colours/elements of Bionicle, Ctenoz is going with my personal design philosophy of Lightning, with lots of turquoise and silver and light blue. I’ve been stewing the concept for a while, but my interest was piqued by Brian Ellis’ talks on his design process for Pridak. His use of red as a more unusual spot colour for the white figure gave me the idea to use yellow/bright light orange. The torso assembly is also adapted from Ellis’ prototype for Pridak, which was simplified for the final retail version. The jellyfish hood is almost entirely made from system parts, and is held together with towball joints and clip-and-handle hinges, giving it the flexibility to deform and ripple. Presented above is an artistic render, because the dark deep ocean looked really cool with this colouration, but also a posed render in neutral light, a version without the cap to show the head and chest design, and a top view of the hood detail.

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This is one of the 3 vortixx characters that I have and one of the only two to have something written for them. This is Koga, one of the two heads of a small band of wandering mercenaries. The other being another vortixx named Upoko. Though "mercenary" is a strong word considering the group mostly takes odd-jobs here and there. Upoko insists that the group is made up of the most dangerous individuals money could buy. Consisting of: - A rougue skakdi warrior - A member of brutaka's race (who seems to be absent most of the time) - An overbearing member of krekka's race who claims she's the real group lead despite never having a plan to speak of. - An old energy hound that sleeps most of the days On to Koga himself, the character the post is about. He's a very quiet indivual, almost unusually so according to the other members of the group. He tends to groups weapons making sure that they are prepped and ready for anything. At times it almost sounds as if he's speaking to the weapons. As for his own, he carries with him a steltian "longsword" (which could be considered a greatsword for any other race) and one of the vortixx standard weapons, a casting spear, capable of limited control over the energy of a strange, small green crystal within each spear.Casting spears can not only be used traditionally but have three configurations: - A defensive configuration which creates sheilds and fires weak projecttiles - An offensive configuration which fires powerful projectiles and creates small, less durable shields - A balanced configuration (pictured above)which is able do both but excelling at neither. It is unknown where he aqquired the longsword. Perhaps it could be a trophy from a previous battle or maybe he simply bought it. Only he knows.

[radioshackraider]

So, two things: First of all, I've never liked that Sidorak and Krekka are both Steltians but are considered different species for some weird reason. There's nothing wrong with them just being the same and having diverse body types within their species. Second of all, Sidorak is a twink. I just rebuilt his set (With some substitutions based on available parts, but I followed the instructions 100%) and he is so, so skinny. Absolutely characterizing him as an himbo twink simp. The Ken to Roodaka's Barbie.

[thereadingaddic7]

>Own tools for self defence since that's what the Great Beings intended

>Four members of the Brotherhood of Makuta break into my hut

>"Holy Gadunka!" I say, as I grab my silver painted mask and zamor sphere launcher

>Launch a Kolhii ball sized sphere of Energized Protodermis through the first Makuta, he's dead on the spot

>Draw my disk launcher on the Vortixx, misses her entirely because the disk was from Ko-Metru and nails the neighbour's Kavinika

>Have to resort to the Cordak Blaster at the top of the stairs, six rounds loaded

>"For Mata Nui!"

>The explosions shred two Piraka in the blast, the sound sets the local Ussal population off

>Grab my Whirling Shields, charge the last terrified Steltian and break his body so badly the Red Star can't put him back together

>Just as the Great Beings intended