|Bionicle: The Return of the Makuta!
Author: pokemonmaster111 PM
In a desperate attempt by Lego has become a multi million dollar RPG and has brought back the legend. No OC Submissions. FYI the main character will narorate as if he was there. Hey a little heads up, if you want to see what my characters look like then go to deviantart and type in biolord123 in at the search engine and it will give the picture of the M.O.C. Enjoy if you dare.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Humor - Chapters: 11 - Words: 20,310 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 12-21-12 - Published: 08-16-12 - id: 8436850
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DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BIONICLE, BUT IF I DID THEN TAKANUVA WOULD BE INVICNIBLE.
Hey it's me again. The master of M.O.C. stories pokemonmaster111! While with this the Tournament Ark going on the rest of the characters begin searching for two other toa: Toa Gordem and Toa Proquos. Now some of may wonder what kind of connection Sarug and Nonarn have with Proquos.
Log 10: Pains of the Past.
Sarug's feet crunched the moutain soil as he cluched the swords in his hands. While the Flaze and his team were fighting the rest of them were searching. He and his group were searching the Black Spike Moutain range. He slumped over in rested his arm on his knee. He used the power of his mask he got a close up of a nearby moutain. He only saw tan brush wave in the distance. He looked toward the sun as the orb beagn to rise.
"Back here again, eh Mata Nui? If only Proquos were here, he would know what to do," He thought.
He trudged back crunching the dirt as he saw the camp he and his friends had made. It was simple cavern with a ring of charred wood. Sefranado was coilled in a spiral sleeping quitely, unike Farandel who sounded like a herd of Kikinalo. Hama was probbaly was the weirdest sleeper there was. He was standing completely still, eyes closed, breathing heavily. He got real close to Hama sticking his face almost touching his.
"Do you plan on kissssing him," a voice said behind.
Sefranado was behind him fully awake with wide eyes. Sarug jumped as he heard that turning around looking at the smug look on his face.
"I'm warning I'll bite back," he said.
"If he were to then I'd kill him," a familiar voice broke in.
Sarug turned around to see Hama, the Toa of Shadow, was wide awake and with a stern look on his face. Farnadel was also awake probably by the sound of his snoring.
"If you don't mind me asking, ever since we've been here you've been hesitant, looking around as if something was watching us, and just being very quiet around the moutains," Farandel explained.
"Man, I was hoping you wouldn't notice," he said.
"Okay, I think I know what this is about," Hama said and all eyes turned to his face, "this is about the Toa Madan isn't it?"
"I radther not talk about it," he sighed.
"Sarug, listen up, either you tell ussss or I'll swear to Mata Nui I will squeeze the information out of you," Sefranado angrily admitted.
"Okay fine, pull up a seat this will take up some time," Sarug agreed.
-300 Years Ago-
The Black spike moutains, the only range of moutains in Spherus Magna, was capped with snow trying reaching to ground. Sarug, Nonarn, and Madan stood looking at the sun , their faces powdered with flecks of snow. For weeks they had been stationed up on this rock heap. Apparently, from an anonymous source, a factory made by the New Botherhood of Makuta was located in this area.
"How long until we find this 'factory,'" Nonarn, who had both his original arms, asked.
"Don't ask me," Sarug, with a silver Kanohi Avokhii, said.
"Boys, calm yourself," Madan, who was still on the good side and wore a Kanohi Faxon, interrupted.
They walked around the bases of the moutain, not finding anything. As Sarug looked to the sky, the sun was beginning to set off in the distance tainting the sky surface orange. He was about to call it a day when he saw something on the moutain side. He squinted his eyes trying to get a good look, his eyes widened as he made more sense of it.
"What is it Sar-," Nonarn began to say before a hand was placed over his face.
He pushed Nonarn to the rocky wall and looked over a the side poking his left eye out.
"Rahkshi on that ledge," he quickly mutterd.
"How many?" Nonarn asked.
"Just one, a Turahk by the looks of it," he answered.
"Okay then I can get it no problems. Leave him to me," Nonarn said.
He activated his jetpacks and was lifted into the air. As he flew off he suddenly vanished into the sky using his Kanohi Volitak to his advantage. The Turahk surveyed the surronding area slowly. It felt a small tap on his shoulder and turned around. A green fist was lunged at his face unecpectely. Like clockwork the Rahkshi stumbled taking many steps backwards and fell off the steep ledge. A small 'bam' was soon followed by the tumbling of the rahkshi. Sarug and Madan ran up the to the moutainside where Nonarn was. Sarug began to knock his hand over the solid rock while Madan got close to Nonarn. A clang sound came out of the knocking the knocking on one side. He brushed over the rock and dirt away with his hand, revealing a keypad with nine buttons. Sarug had already been prepared and typed in the correct code, 963852741. Two iron doors lowly shifted to the side leaving a empty black hallway. The three toa crept into the dark corrorder slowly like mice as the two doors began to close on them. The two doors slammed shut making an echoing sound as Sarug, Madan, and Nonarn pulled out their weapons.
They walked through the empty hallway into a large room . The large room was filled with conveyor belts, gears of all size, rahkshi, and what they were producing. They had Nonarn go up there and grab one of the specimans. Sarug looked at it closely then got all wide eyed.
"Mata Nui," he said in awe.
"What is it?" Madan asked.
"It's a minature shadow leech!" He whispered to them.
"Well if it's a miniature form then it can't do that much damage can it?" Nonarn asked.
"Three of these probably has the same affect as a regular one," he answered, "and if these things are being mass produced-."
"Then they're preparing for war," Madan finished.
"We've got to destroy this factory now," Nonarn said.
"I'm afraid that won't be an option," a voice broke in.
They turned their heads to see a familiar, but unfriendly face, Makuta Merix. Several rahkshi circled around the toa and pointed their staffs.
"Well this seems like a fair fight, twenty rahkshi, to three toa seems right," Nonarn bragged.
Using the Midak Blaster in his left arm he fired straight at Merix's chest. The blast blew Merix back a few feet, Nonarn turned on his jetpacks and lifted into the air. He beamed right at Merix who pulled out his staff. and began a sword fight. Saurg and Madan begn to fight the rahkshi, within minutes the numbers fell and all were defeated. Sarug began to realize something once he looked around.
"This is too easy, Merix is stronger than this, what's he planning?" Sarug thought.
A Vorahk somehow got back up and Sarug began to clash. He was so consumed in what he was doing a small circular gun came out the ground and aimed it's sights at Sarug's back. The gun fired tens of those small darts. If Sarug was right then he waould be turned into shadow immediately upon impact. Madan launched water at the darts knocking all but three out of movement. She reached out her hand and grabbed the dart she looked at her hand and saw the dart had just pierced her. She made a loud sigh thinking it was over, but that quickly changed as two sharp pains emminated from her leg and other arm. She looked down and saw the other two darts peircing her. She felt dizzy and fell to the ground closingher eyes for the last time as an ally to Sarug and Nonarn.
"Madan?' Nonarn said taking his eyes off the battle.
At that moment everything fell to pieces. Merix grabbed his Midak Skyblaster and pointed it at him at gunpoint. He didn't react fast enough as four shots were fired inches away from Nonarn's left arm, the same arm that has that replacement arm. He yelled in pain for the first time of his life as a very deep lack mark was in his prosteel arm.
"Nonarn!" Sarug yelled.
He was about to help him when he felt a hand grab his foot, he looked at Madan who's eyes were glowing red, the shadow leech had taken affect. Suddenly he had gotten in a full on clash with a friend of his turned evil. She flourished her spear too fast for Sarug and he'd ended up paying the price. She brought down her spear and felt the most unimmaginable pain there was covering his face. He covered his left eye but slightly removed his hand which revealed a humongus scratch that in his mask and hit the eye.
"See Sarug you won't win this time," Merix said.
Sarug looked around and saw Nonarn slowly getting back on his feet.
"We will next time," Sarug said.
"Brave words for a dead toa," Merix let out chuckling a bit.
"Not yet were not," he said raising his fist.
He beat his fist down on the ground and a flash of frost sputtered into the air. Ice began t form around him, the ground began to freeze and ground was covered in ice. The temperature began to drop, icicles formed. The spears of ice shot down at the machinary in the factory and the rahkshi. Fire came out of the back of the factory. Sarug and Nonarn ran for it leaving everything behind. They jumped out the the door with a folowing explosion skyrocketing them farther. They his the ground hard with specks of charred rock. Sarug got up very slowly and helped Nonarn up to his feet.
"Let's see if Proquos can patch us up," Sarug said trying to make conversation.
"I dought he work miracles, because let's look at this. I have a arm that's been shot four times with a Midak Skyblaster at point blank range, and you have been slashed in the directly with a spear, so yeah I really dought he can do much," he admitted.
Sarug laughed as the stars shown in the darkness.
"And that's what happened," Sarug finished.
"Wow way to go into detail," Sefranado slithered.
"You still have that scratch?" Farandel asked.
Sarug took off his current mask and behind it lay a very large scratch that had been made three centuries ago.
"I don't know, it still seems like there's something missing, like what happened to this Proquos character," Hama deducted.
"Good eye, not as much you think, but that'll be a story for another day perhaps," Sarug coughed.
Well there you have it the story of why Madan became evil, and what happened to Nonarn for him the recieve that unsightly big arm. Next chapter is still a mystery to me. Until then.