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Ussal Jokes
What do you call the leader of all Ussal?
King Crab
How do you tell when an Ussal is grumpy?
It gets a little snippy.
What is the lone Ussal in a stable called?
A hermit-crab!
What type of containment unit can be used to suspend an Ussal?
An arthro-pod.
What do you get if you fuse an Ussal with a Visorak?
A spider crab!
Are you sure you're not an Av-Matoran in disguise?
Well, you know, this is certainly one of the nicer ways someone’s asked me “are you sure you’re all right in the head?”, so thanks for that, at least.
But suppose I am, I guess it would explain quite a few things, but not why I’m sitting outside all the time. Way I hear it, the Av-Matoran were pretty fond of caves themselves at one point, so why wouldn’t I at least live on the inside rather than out here. I’ll wager you didn’t think of that, did you?
A bit belated, since this is a day after 4/20, but that green thing that's always in your mouth... is that some dank-ass Le-Koro weed?
You mean my thoughtfully tucked straw I got here? That’s just an old keepsake. I tend to do a lot of thinking out here, maybe even more than I used to back on Mata Nui, considering all the events to lead from there to here. Something to chew on helps pass the time.
Besides, the only high I ever need is a good spot to sit whenever the sun rises or sets.
Lesson #1
When Taipu is looking for Onepu because he misses him, that’s a good sign things aren’t as they should be.
Lesson #2
When you sit around spending most of your day trying to kill time, the sound of a certain carver picking away at roadsigns all day makes a great background beat for a game of “how many times will the Dikapi herds pass by”
Lesson #3
Being an Ussal-herder isn’t much different from being a Toa, really. We both have to watch a bunch of little ones who half the tim don’t know what they’re doing, and the other half of the time they amaze us with their resourcefulness and tenacity.
Lesson #4
“Take care when travelling in the deep tunnels. The Kofo-Jaga may appear at any time, battling them takes special skill”
Sometimes I wonder if the Chronicler ever grew tired of hearing that one
What do you call it when Midak discusses the nature of the universe with his Ussals while he polishes them?
He’s waxing philosophic.
I gotta say, that ain’t a half-bad little idea you got there.
*grabs Ussal Polish* “What is the nature of the Great Spirit’s Being? Is something virtuous because the Great Spirit declares it to be so, or did the Great Spirit declare it because it is virtuous?”
“Is the Great Spirit necessary for the Universe’s existence, or does the Great Spirit simply allow the Universe to continue existing?”
Why are some lightstones yellow, and others bluish-white?
Even minds as great as the Turaga have struggled with that question. Me? I have my own theory.
I think they’re reminders to those of us who separate ourselves from the Great Spirit’s greatest gift to us by going underground. The yellow lightstones are supposed to represent the Sun, the bluish-white ones are like shards of the skies above. The white shimmer is the clouds, the blue is the sky itself.
Or that’s what I used to believe anyhow, after coming to Spherus Magna, and looking at its own blue skies, white clouds and yellow sun, I get the feeling maybe instead what he wanted to do was remind himself. Keep something of what he left behind with him everywhere, and he decided to share it with us, and made extra care to ensure us mine-diggers got our own version of it.
Ride it
Yup
What do you call it when Midak discusses the nature of the universe with his Ussals while he polishes them?
He’s waxing philosophic.
I gotta say, that ain’t a half-bad little idea you got there.
*grabs Ussal Polish* “What is the nature of the Great Spirit’s Being? Is something virtuous because the Great Spirit declares it to be so, or did the Great Spirit declare it because it is virtuous?”
“Is the Great Spirit necessary for the Universe’s existence, or does the Great Spirit simply allow the Universe to continue existing?”
Steps towards the Light
qhe wind, sweeping across the remaining deserts of Spherus Magna, no less as unforgiving as they had been before the reformation, churned the sand with the whistle of a distant swarm of Klakk. The sand-covered rocky landscape gleamed in dirty gold, leaving the small, black speck edging across the landscape.
The sun beamed down, following the small speck across the landscape, moving within sight of the treeline of the craggy points of the Black Spike Mountains.
The consistent, piston-like patter of legs scuttling across the sandy landscape, revealed an Ussal crab happily crawling across a landscape much alike its old stomping grounds back in the Matoran Universe. The Matoran mounted on top of it, covered completely in charcoal black armor, the mask of Toa Onua himself adorning his face, and the dimly glowing green eyes. Sticking out of his mouth, a wilting straw fluttered in the weak draft of the faraway dust storms.
Reaching the top of a sanddune, Midak brought his Ussal to a stop.
The Onu-Matoran blinked against the blasting sun, and drew a contented breath. After all that he and his people had been through, he found solace in the fact that he was still wandering under the very same sun as he once had on Mata Nui.
In his meditations, Midak was quietly closed to the world around him, and didn’t notice the presence slowly closing up on him from behind.
An unexpected roar, and immediate start from his steed down the sanddune shook him out of his contemplation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the newly familiar frame of a Skirmix beast, without a Bone Hunter to steer it.
“Hiya, boy” he shouted, urging his steed to keep moving, kicking up sand as he started away from the beast.
Another roar echoed across the dunes as a larger form slammed into the Skirmix, knocking it off course. The draconic being tossed the Skirmix into the air, the raptor hitting the sand hard a few feet away. As it got up and hissed out a challenge the dragon fired a radiant burst of black and purple energy from his mouth at the Skirmix’s feet before roaring again.
The Skirmix’s head crest drooped down as the creature turned and ran in the other direction, leaving the dragon standing at the top of the dune. His dark green and red scales glimmered slightly in the light as he turned to check on the Matoran, looking the Ussal-Rider over with a large, yellow eye.
Midak peered with his hand shadowing his face at the dragon looming above him. The first sound that interrupted the silence was the sound of snapping claws.
The Ussal crab was going through a stressful fit and Midak had to spend a moment soothing it and calming it down.
“Easy, boy, easy” he said, sternly, eventually getting the Ussal to quiet down.
Calmly, Midak looked back up at the dragon above him, regarding it.
“’preciate the help there, stranger, but maybe you could back off a bit. Ol’ Korru here doesn’t take kindly to ominous strangers”
Miserix looked down at the Matoran and nodded, taking a few steps backward. “My apologies, it was not my intention to startle your Ussal. You really ought to be more careful, these deserts are crawling with predators.”
The Onu-Matoran, luminously inclined as he was, had a sense of the ominous darkness contained within the immense stranger. His first guess had been that his unknown benefactor was a Kanohi Dragon, but that was becoming less likely by the minute.
“I knew the risks, but any risk is worth it to let the Great Spirit’s own guiding light beam down at you for a day’s worth.”
“I suppose that’s true, at the very least allow me to guide you the rest of your way. If only to make sure the Skirmix doesn’t try to come back.”
Miserix could see the expression change in the Onu-Matoran’s face, he wasn’t quite ready to reveal his identity in fear that the Matoran would be alarmed. A Makuta, after all, was probably the last thing any Matoran would want to see.
“That’s mighty kind of you, sir, but I don’t know that Korru’s gonna be too comfortable with that. He’s a nervous old boy sometimes” Midak replied, patting the back armor plate of his mount.
“Maybe if you keep your distance a little, though, it might work” he added
“I believe I can do something about that.” The Makuta lowered his head and locked eyes with the crab, his eyes glowing slightly. Using his powers of Rahi control to soothe the Ussal’s nerves, within seconds Korru began to relax.
“Impressive…” Midak remarked with a bemused tone as he signaled the Ussal to start moving again. Stalk-eyes quivering, Korru chittered in response and began scuttling across the sand, headed in the general direction of the Black Spike Mountains.
“There’s something stranger still about you than I held out for, and yet strangely familiar somehow. Are you one of our new neighbors, or did we just not wander in the same circles back home?”
Miserix lowered his head slightly, an almost sad expression on his face. “You might have known me once, but I spent a long time locked away from the rest of our world. It’s no surprise that I have been forgotten. My name is Miserix, little one.”
“Yeah… I’ve heard that name before…” Midak replied non-commitally. He did recognize the name, but knew enough to separate it at least somewhat from what he associated with the others of the name.
A somewhat amused smirk spread across his face.
“Considering what my name’s meant to you and your kind, it was awfully nice of ya to step in”
The Makuta looked at the Matoran in surprise, not expecting such a calm attitude. “They haven’t exactly been my kind for quite some time. Of course that doesn’t really matter, I bear their foul reputation all the same. As for your name, I don’t believe you’ve told me what it is.”
“Midak my Dark fellow.” the Onu-Matoran replied with a nod.
“So you made the weapon they used against Teridax and his followers.” Miserix smirked. “Thank you for that, just imagining Teridax’s expression upon first encountering such a thing brings me joy.”
“Oh no, I can’t take the honor of cooking that number up, the Toa of Light just named it after me.” Midak replied with a disarming gesture.
“He did so because I’m awfully fond of sunlight compared to the rest of my kind. Didn’t you wonder what an Onu-Matoran was doing out in the desert at daytime?”
“You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve been isolated for quite some time. Why are you so fond of the daylight?”
“Don’t rightly know, to tell you the Spirit’s truth” Midak answered. His face grew increasingly ponderous in its expression, and the Onu-Matoran quietly pair before continuing.
“Some wonder whether or not it means I’m an Av-Matoran in disguise, but I couldn’t say even if I were. Any memory I’d have of that is long gone, and even so, I still have the brawn any Onu-Matoran should possess, and my eyes work just as well in the darkness as in the light. I reckon I just took real well to it for reasons that are beyond me. Doesn’t bother me overly much, just makes me wonder from time to time”
“Our destinies remain a mystery to us until the time comes for them to be played out, and that is something we rarely see coming.” The Makuta chuckled lightly. “That is how meetings like this come to pass, a light in the darkness and a forgotten shadow walking through a desert.”
“Destiny’s quite funny like that, of course.” Midak agreed, Korru still maintaining a steady pace beneath him.
“Do you think you might have something to accomplish fast approaching?”
“I truly wish I had a full answer to that.” Miserix looked down at the sandy earth, exhaling deeply.
“Everything that I stood for has been tarnished and I have been forgotten by history, I fear my destiny may not have much place to go.”
“That’s where I have to disagree with you, Miserix” Midak retorted, looking up at the Makuta.
“Your name has been deeply tarnished, but you’re also the only one still kicking, and I’d wager that means that if anyone’s got a right to say what Makuta does or doesn’t mean, it’d be you”
Miserix turned to the Matoran, a flicker of light in his eyes. “You’re right, the name Makuta is now defined by me. However, I doubt getting the rest of the world to see that will be nearly so simple but I suppose nothing truly worth doing ever is.”
“Well, you already started with me, helping me out back there. You could always start there if that suits you, or maybe you know some things that could be of use to us, having to run the universe for some hundred thousand years ought to teach you a thing or two, don’t it?”
“Perhaps you’re right, the Makuta’s original duty was to protect. Maybe returning to that duty will be enough, even if I don’t regain any favor I will have still done some good.”
“Not to sound like a blowhard here, but that’s almost selling yourself short, it sounds like to me” Midak replied.
“Way I see it, the fact is that you Makuta are responsible for some real foul things in your time, but by that same token, you oughta be able to do some real amounts of Good, too, don’t you think?”
“You’re right,” A small flicker of fire flashed in the dragon’s eye, “I am Makuta Miserix and I will not vanish quietly under the mistakes of my brothers. Not when there is still good in this world to be done.”
“That’s the way” the Onu-Matoran replied with an almost sly smile. Korru seemed to be complicit in the little display of mischief.
“I wish you luck, Makuta, in your future endeavours”
“Thank you, Midak.” The Makuta shifted to his original form, facing the Matoran mask to mask and smiling. “You’ve helped me more than you may know. If you should ever need my assistance I will be in Bota Magna.”
“Farewell” Midak replied, giving the Makuta a nod before directing Korru to get moving again, scuttling off towards the Black Spike mountains in the distance.
Miserix watched the Matoran for a moment, then turned and changed back to his Draconic form. With a flap of his wings he ascended into the sky, a new air of determination about him.
Steps towards the Light
qhe wind, sweeping across the remaining deserts of Spherus Magna, no less as unforgiving as they had been before the reformation, churned the sand with the whistle of a distant swarm of Klakk. The sand-covered rocky landscape gleamed in dirty gold, leaving the small, black speck edging across the landscape.
The sun beamed down, following the small speck across the landscape, moving within sight of the treeline of the craggy points of the Black Spike Mountains.
The consistent, piston-like patter of legs scuttling across the sandy landscape, revealed an Ussal crab happily crawling across a landscape much alike its old stomping grounds back in the Matoran Universe. The Matoran mounted on top of it, covered completely in charcoal black armor, the mask of Toa Onua himself adorning his face, and the dimly glowing green eyes. Sticking out of his mouth, a wilting straw fluttered in the weak draft of the faraway dust storms.
Reaching the top of a sanddune, Midak brought his Ussal to a stop.
The Onu-Matoran blinked against the blasting sun, and drew a contented breath. After all that he and his people had been through, he found solace in the fact that he was still wandering under the very same sun as he once had on Mata Nui.
In his meditations, Midak was quietly closed to the world around him, and didn’t notice the presence slowly closing up on him from behind.
An unexpected roar, and immediate start from his steed down the sanddune shook him out of his contemplation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the newly familiar frame of a Skirmix beast, without a Bone Hunter to steer it.
“Hiya, boy” he shouted, urging his steed to keep moving, kicking up sand as he started away from the beast.
Another roar echoed across the dunes as a larger form slammed into the Skirmix, knocking it off course. The draconic being tossed the Skirmix into the air, the raptor hitting the sand hard a few feet away. As it got up and hissed out a challenge the dragon fired a radiant burst of black and purple energy from his mouth at the Skirmix’s feet before roaring again.
The Skirmix’s head crest drooped down as the creature turned and ran in the other direction, leaving the dragon standing at the top of the dune. His dark green and red scales glimmered slightly in the light as he turned to check on the Matoran, looking the Ussal-Rider over with a large, yellow eye.
Midak peered with his hand shadowing his face at the dragon looming above him. The first sound that interrupted the silence was the sound of snapping claws.
The Ussal crab was going through a stressful fit and Midak had to spend a moment soothing it and calming it down.
“Easy, boy, easy” he said, sternly, eventually getting the Ussal to quiet down.
Calmly, Midak looked back up at the dragon above him, regarding it.
“’preciate the help there, stranger, but maybe you could back off a bit. Ol’ Korru here doesn’t take kindly to ominous strangers”
Miserix looked down at the Matoran and nodded, taking a few steps backward. “My apologies, it was not my intention to startle your Ussal. You really ought to be more careful, these deserts are crawling with predators.”
The Onu-Matoran, luminously inclined as he was, had a sense of the ominous darkness contained within the immense stranger. His first guess had been that his unknown benefactor was a Kanohi Dragon, but that was becoming less likely by the minute.
“I knew the risks, but any risk is worth it to let the Great Spirit’s own guiding light beam down at you for a day’s worth.”
“I suppose that’s true, at the very least allow me to guide you the rest of your way. If only to make sure the Skirmix doesn’t try to come back.”
Miserix could see the expression change in the Onu-Matoran’s face, he wasn’t quite ready to reveal his identity in fear that the Matoran would be alarmed. A Makuta, after all, was probably the last thing any Matoran would want to see.
“That’s mighty kind of you, sir, but I don’t know that Korru’s gonna be too comfortable with that. He’s a nervous old boy sometimes” Midak replied, patting the back armor plate of his mount.
“Maybe if you keep your distance a little, though, it might work” he added
“I believe I can do something about that.” The Makuta lowered his head and locked eyes with the crab, his eyes glowing slightly. Using his powers of Rahi control to soothe the Ussal’s nerves, within seconds Korru began to relax.
“Impressive…” Midak remarked with a bemused tone as he signaled the Ussal to start moving again. Stalk-eyes quivering, Korru chittered in response and began scuttling across the sand, headed in the general direction of the Black Spike Mountains.
“There’s something stranger still about you than I held out for, and yet strangely familiar somehow. Are you one of our new neighbors, or did we just not wander in the same circles back home?”
Miserix lowered his head slightly, an almost sad expression on his face. “You might have known me once, but I spent a long time locked away from the rest of our world. It’s no surprise that I have been forgotten. My name is Miserix, little one.”
“Yeah… I’ve heard that name before…” Midak replied non-commitally. He did recognize the name, but knew enough to separate it at least somewhat from what he associated with the others of the name.
A somewhat amused smirk spread across his face.
“Considering what my name’s meant to you and your kind, it was awfully nice of ya to step in”
The Makuta looked at the Matoran in surprise, not expecting such a calm attitude. “They haven’t exactly been my kind for quite some time. Of course that doesn’t really matter, I bear their foul reputation all the same. As for your name, I don’t believe you’ve told me what it is.”
“Midak my Dark fellow.” the Onu-Matoran replied with a nod.
“So you made the weapon they used against Teridax and his followers.” Miserix smirked. “Thank you for that, just imagining Teridax’s expression upon first encountering such a thing brings me joy.”
“Oh no, I can’t take the honor of cooking that number up, the Toa of Light just named it after me.” Midak replied with a disarming gesture.
“He did so because I’m awfully fond of sunlight compared to the rest of my kind. Didn’t you wonder what an Onu-Matoran was doing out in the desert at daytime?”
“You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve been isolated for quite some time. Why are you so fond of the daylight?”
“Don’t rightly know, to tell you the Spirit’s truth” Midak answered. His face grew increasingly ponderous in its expression, and the Onu-Matoran quietly pair before continuing.
“Some wonder whether or not it means I’m an Av-Matoran in disguise, but I couldn’t say even if I were. Any memory I’d have of that is long gone, and even so, I still have the brawn any Onu-Matoran should possess, and my eyes work just as well in the darkness as in the light. I reckon I just took real well to it for reasons that are beyond me. Doesn’t bother me overly much, just makes me wonder from time to time”
“Our destinies remain a mystery to us until the time comes for them to be played out, and that is something we rarely see coming.” The Makuta chuckled lightly. “That is how meetings like this come to pass, a light in the darkness and a forgotten shadow walking through a desert.”
“Destiny’s quite funny like that, of course.” Midak agreed, Korru still maintaining a steady pace beneath him.
“Do you think you might have something to accomplish fast approaching?”
“I truly wish I had a full answer to that.” Miserix looked down at the sandy earth, exhaling deeply.
“Everything that I stood for has been tarnished and I have been forgotten by history, I fear my destiny may not have much place to go.”
“That’s where I have to disagree with you, Miserix” Midak retorted, looking up at the Makuta.
“Your name has been deeply tarnished, but you’re also the only one still kicking, and I’d wager that means that if anyone’s got a right to say what Makuta does or doesn’t mean, it’d be you”
Miserix turned to the Matoran, a flicker of light in his eyes. “You’re right, the name Makuta is now defined by me. However, I doubt getting the rest of the world to see that will be nearly so simple but I suppose nothing truly worth doing ever is.”
“Well, you already started with me, helping me out back there. You could always start there if that suits you, or maybe you know some things that could be of use to us, having to run the universe for some hundred thousand years ought to teach you a thing or two, don’t it?”
“Perhaps you’re right, the Makuta’s original duty was to protect. Maybe returning to that duty will be enough, even if I don’t regain any favor I will have still done some good.”
“Not to sound like a blowhard here, but that’s almost selling yourself short, it sounds like to me” Midak replied.
“Way I see it, the fact is that you Makuta are responsible for some real foul things in your time, but by that same token, you oughta be able to do some real amounts of Good, too, don’t you think?”
“You’re right,” A small flicker of fire flashed in the dragon’s eye, “I am Makuta Miserix and I will not vanish quietly under the mistakes of my brothers. Not when there is still good in this world to be done.”
“That’s the way” the Onu-Matoran replied with an almost sly smile. Korru seemed to be complicit in the little display of mischief.
“I wish you luck, Makuta, in your future endeavours”
“Thank you, Midak.” The Makuta shifted to his original form, facing the Matoran mask to mask and smiling. “You’ve helped me more than you may know. If you should ever need my assistance I will be in Bota Magna.”
"Farewell" Midak replied, giving the Makuta a nod before directing Korru to get moving again, scuttling off towards the Black Spike mountains in the distance.
Steps towards the Light
qhe wind, sweeping across the remaining deserts of Spherus Magna, no less as unforgiving as they had been before the reformation, churned the sand with the whistle of a distant swarm of Klakk. The sand-covered rocky landscape gleamed in dirty gold, leaving the small, black speck edging across the landscape.
The sun beamed down, following the small speck across the landscape, moving within sight of the treeline of the craggy points of the Black Spike Mountains.
The consistent, piston-like patter of legs scuttling across the sandy landscape, revealed an Ussal crab happily crawling across a landscape much alike its old stomping grounds back in the Matoran Universe. The Matoran mounted on top of it, covered completely in charcoal black armor, the mask of Toa Onua himself adorning his face, and the dimly glowing green eyes. Sticking out of his mouth, a wilting straw fluttered in the weak draft of the faraway dust storms.
Reaching the top of a sanddune, Midak brought his Ussal to a stop.
The Onu-Matoran blinked against the blasting sun, and drew a contented breath. After all that he and his people had been through, he found solace in the fact that he was still wandering under the very same sun as he once had on Mata Nui.
In his meditations, Midak was quietly closed to the world around him, and didn’t notice the presence slowly closing up on him from behind.
An unexpected roar, and immediate start from his steed down the sanddune shook him out of his contemplation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the newly familiar frame of a Skirmix beast, without a Bone Hunter to steer it.
“Hiya, boy” he shouted, urging his steed to keep moving, kicking up sand as he started away from the beast.
Another roar echoed across the dunes as a larger form slammed into the Skirmix, knocking it off course. The draconic being tossed the Skirmix into the air, the raptor hitting the sand hard a few feet away. As it got up and hissed out a challenge the dragon fired a radiant burst of black and purple energy from his mouth at the Skirmix’s feet before roaring again.
The Skirmix’s head crest drooped down as the creature turned and ran in the other direction, leaving the dragon standing at the top of the dune. His dark green and red scales glimmered slightly in the light as he turned to check on the Matoran, looking the Ussal-Rider over with a large, yellow eye.
Midak peered with his hand shadowing his face at the dragon looming above him. The first sound that interrupted the silence was the sound of snapping claws.
The Ussal crab was going through a stressful fit and Midak had to spend a moment soothing it and calming it down.
“Easy, boy, easy” he said, sternly, eventually getting the Ussal to quiet down.
Calmly, Midak looked back up at the dragon above him, regarding it.
“’preciate the help there, stranger, but maybe you could back off a bit. Ol’ Korru here doesn’t take kindly to ominous strangers”
Miserix looked down at the Matoran and nodded, taking a few steps backward. “My apologies, it was not my intention to startle your Ussal. You really ought to be more careful, these deserts are crawling with predators.”
The Onu-Matoran, luminously inclined as he was, had a sense of the ominous darkness contained within the immense stranger. His first guess had been that his unknown benefactor was a Kanohi Dragon, but that was becoming less likely by the minute.
“I knew the risks, but any risk is worth it to let the Great Spirit’s own guiding light beam down at you for a day’s worth.”
“I suppose that’s true, at the very least allow me to guide you the rest of your way. If only to make sure the Skirmix doesn’t try to come back.”
Miserix could see the expression change in the Onu-Matoran’s face, he wasn’t quite ready to reveal his identity in fear that the Matoran would be alarmed. A Makuta, after all, was probably the last thing any Matoran would want to see.
“That’s mighty kind of you, sir, but I don’t know that Korru’s gonna be too comfortable with that. He’s a nervous old boy sometimes” Midak replied, patting the back armor plate of his mount.
“Maybe if you keep your distance a little, though, it might work” he added
“I believe I can do something about that.” The Makuta lowered his head and locked eyes with the crab, his eyes glowing slightly. Using his powers of Rahi control to soothe the Ussal’s nerves, within seconds Korru began to relax.
“Impressive…” Midak remarked with a bemused tone as he signaled the Ussal to start moving again. Stalk-eyes quivering, Korru chittered in response and began scuttling across the sand, headed in the general direction of the Black Spike Mountains.
“There’s something stranger still about you than I held out for, and yet strangely familiar somehow. Are you one of our new neighbors, or did we just not wander in the same circles back home?”
Miserix lowered his head slightly, an almost sad expression on his face. “You might have known me once, but I spent a long time locked away from the rest of our world. It’s no surprise that I have been forgotten. My name is Miserix, little one.”
“Yeah… I’ve heard that name before…” Midak replied non-commitally. He did recognize the name, but knew enough to separate it at least somewhat from what he associated with the others of the name.
A somewhat amused smirk spread across his face.
“Considering what my name’s meant to you and your kind, it was awfully nice of ya to step in”
The Makuta looked at the Matoran in surprise, not expecting such a calm attitude. “They haven’t exactly been my kind for quite some time. Of course that doesn’t really matter, I bear their foul reputation all the same. As for your name, I don’t believe you’ve told me what it is.”
“Midak my Dark fellow.” the Onu-Matoran replied with a nod.
“So you made the weapon they used against Teridax and his followers.” Miserix smirked. “Thank you for that, just imagining Teridax’s expression upon first encountering such a thing brings me joy.”
“Oh no, I can’t take the honor of cooking that number up, the Toa of Light just named it after me.” Midak replied with a disarming gesture.
“He did so because I’m awfully fond of sunlight compared to the rest of my kind. Didn’t you wonder what an Onu-Matoran was doing out in the desert at daytime?”
“You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve been isolated for quite some time. Why are you so fond of the daylight?”
“Don’t rightly know, to tell you the Spirit’s truth” Midak answered. His face grew increasingly ponderous in its expression, and the Onu-Matoran quietly pair before continuing.
“Some wonder whether or not it means I’m an Av-Matoran in disguise, but I couldn’t say even if I were. Any memory I’d have of that is long gone, and even so, I still have the brawn any Onu-Matoran should possess, and my eyes work just as well in the darkness as in the light. I reckon I just took real well to it for reasons that are beyond me. Doesn’t bother me overly much, just makes me wonder from time to time”
“Our destinies remain a mystery to us until the time comes for them to be played out, and that is something we rarely see coming.” The Makuta chuckled lightly. “That is how meetings like this come to pass, a light in the darkness and a forgotten shadow walking through a desert.”
“Destiny’s quite funny like that, of course.” Midak agreed, Korru still maintaining a steady pace beneath him.
“Do you think you might have something to accomplish fast approaching?”
“I truly wish I had a full answer to that.” Miserix looked down at the sandy earth, exhaling deeply.
“Everything that I stood for has been tarnished and I have been forgotten by history, I fear my destiny may not have much place to go.”
“That’s where I have to disagree with you, Miserix” Midak retorted, looking up at the Makuta.
“Your name has been deeply tarnished, but you’re also the only one still kicking, and I’d wager that means that if anyone’s got a right to say what Makuta does or doesn’t mean, it’d be you”
Miserix turned to the Matoran, a flicker of light in his eyes. “You’re right, the name Makuta is now defined by me. However, I doubt getting the rest of the world to see that will be nearly so simple but I suppose nothing truly worth doing ever is.”
“Well, you already started with me, helping me out back there. You could always start there if that suits you, or maybe you know some things that could be of use to us, having to run the universe for some hundred thousand years ought to teach you a thing or two, don’t it?”
“Perhaps you’re right, the Makuta’s original duty was to protect. Maybe returning to that duty will be enough, even if I don’t regain any favor I will have still done some good.”
“Not to sound like a blowhard here, but that’s almost selling yourself short, it sounds like to me” Midak replied.
“Way I see it, the fact is that you Makuta are responsible for some real foul things in your time, but by that same token, you oughta be able to do some real amounts of Good, too, don’t you think?”
“You’re right,” A small flicker of fire flashed in the dragon’s eye, “I am Makuta Miserix and I will not vanish quietly under the mistakes of my brothers. Not when there is still good in this world to be done.”
"That's the way" the Onu-Matoran replied with an almost sly smile. Korru seemed to be complicit in the little display of mischief.
"I wish you luck, Makuta, in your future endeavours"
What have prompted you to move on to the surface and start an Ussal ranch?
Well, moving to the surface was a pretty obvious one. Ya might've caught wind of the fact that I rather enjoy natural light? Well that's the first part, the second...Well, it's like this: I couldn't exactly expect any of my fellow Onu-Matoran to come along with me, given that we don't take to lighting the same way at all, so who's the Matoran's other best friend? The Ussal Crab of course. I'd be awfully lonesome out here otherwise.I do like the little fellows, we keep an eye on each other, and help each other out. Doing at least some service to Onu-Koro from the outside certainly didn't hurt either. Someone had to take care of the transportation. Might as well be me, when I have such a good position for it.And now, I stick with it, because I found I rather fancied it.
Ride the crab?
Sure do!(That vague enough for ya?)
Steps towards the Light
qhe wind, sweeping across the remaining deserts of Spherus Magna, no less as unforgiving as they had been before the reformation, churned the sand with the whistle of a distant swarm of Klakk. The sand-covered rocky landscape gleamed in dirty gold, leaving the small, black speck edging across the landscape.
The sun beamed down, following the small speck across the landscape, moving within sight of the treeline of the craggy points of the Black Spike Mountains.
The consistent, piston-like patter of legs scuttling across the sandy landscape, revealed an Ussal crab happily crawling across a landscape much alike its old stomping grounds back in the Matoran Universe. The Matoran mounted on top of it, covered completely in charcoal black armor, the mask of Toa Onua himself adorning his face, and the dimly glowing green eyes. Sticking out of his mouth, a wilting straw fluttered in the weak draft of the faraway dust storms.
Reaching the top of a sanddune, Midak brought his Ussal to a stop.
The Onu-Matoran blinked against the blasting sun, and drew a contented breath. After all that he and his people had been through, he found solace in the fact that he was still wandering under the very same sun as he once had on Mata Nui.
In his meditations, Midak was quietly closed to the world around him, and didn’t notice the presence slowly closing up on him from behind.
An unexpected roar, and immediate start from his steed down the sanddune shook him out of his contemplation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the newly familiar frame of a Skirmix beast, without a Bone Hunter to steer it.
“Hiya, boy” he shouted, urging his steed to keep moving, kicking up sand as he started away from the beast.
Another roar echoed across the dunes as a larger form slammed into the Skirmix, knocking it off course. The draconic being tossed the Skirmix into the air, the raptor hitting the sand hard a few feet away. As it got up and hissed out a challenge the dragon fired a radiant burst of black and purple energy from his mouth at the Skirmix’s feet before roaring again.
The Skirmix’s head crest drooped down as the creature turned and ran in the other direction, leaving the dragon standing at the top of the dune. His dark green and red scales glimmered slightly in the light as he turned to check on the Matoran, looking the Ussal-Rider over with a large, yellow eye.
Midak peered with his hand shadowing his face at the dragon looming above him. The first sound that interrupted the silence was the sound of snapping claws.
The Ussal crab was going through a stressful fit and Midak had to spend a moment soothing it and calming it down.
“Easy, boy, easy” he said, sternly, eventually getting the Ussal to quiet down.
Calmly, Midak looked back up at the dragon above him, regarding it.
“’preciate the help there, stranger, but maybe you could back off a bit. Ol’ Korru here doesn’t take kindly to ominous strangers”
Miserix looked down at the Matoran and nodded, taking a few steps backward. “My apologies, it was not my intention to startle your Ussal. You really ought to be more careful, these deserts are crawling with predators.”
The Onu-Matoran, luminously inclined as he was, had a sense of the ominous darkness contained within the immense stranger. His first guess had been that his unknown benefactor was a Kanohi Dragon, but that was becoming less likely by the minute.
“I knew the risks, but any risk is worth it to let the Great Spirit’s own guiding light beam down at you for a day’s worth.”
“I suppose that’s true, at the very least allow me to guide you the rest of your way. If only to make sure the Skirmix doesn’t try to come back.”
Miserix could see the expression change in the Onu-Matoran’s face, he wasn’t quite ready to reveal his identity in fear that the Matoran would be alarmed. A Makuta, after all, was probably the last thing any Matoran would want to see.
“That’s mighty kind of you, sir, but I don’t know that Korru’s gonna be too comfortable with that. He’s a nervous old boy sometimes” Midak replied, patting the back armor plate of his mount.
“Maybe if you keep your distance a little, though, it might work” he added
“I believe I can do something about that.” The Makuta lowered his head and locked eyes with the crab, his eyes glowing slightly. Using his powers of Rahi control to soothe the Ussal’s nerves, within seconds Korru began to relax.
“Impressive…” Midak remarked with a bemused tone as he signaled the Ussal to start moving again. Stalk-eyes quivering, Korru chittered in response and began scuttling across the sand, headed in the general direction of the Black Spike Mountains.
“There’s something stranger still about you than I held out for, and yet strangely familiar somehow. Are you one of our new neighbors, or did we just not wander in the same circles back home?”
Miserix lowered his head slightly, an almost sad expression on his face. “You might have known me once, but I spent a long time locked away from the rest of our world. It’s no surprise that I have been forgotten. My name is Miserix, little one.”
“Yeah… I’ve heard that name before…” Midak replied non-commitally. He did recognize the name, but knew enough to separate it at least somewhat from what he associated with the others of the name.
A somewhat amused smirk spread across his face.
“Considering what my name’s meant to you and your kind, it was awfully nice of ya to step in”
The Makuta looked at the Matoran in surprise, not expecting such a calm attitude. “They haven’t exactly been my kind for quite some time. Of course that doesn’t really matter, I bear their foul reputation all the same. As for your name, I don’t believe you’ve told me what it is.”
“Midak my Dark fellow.” the Onu-Matoran replied with a nod.
“So you made the weapon they used against Teridax and his followers.” Miserix smirked. “Thank you for that, just imagining Teridax’s expression upon first encountering such a thing brings me joy.”
“Oh no, I can’t take the honor of cooking that number up, the Toa of Light just named it after me.” Midak replied with a disarming gesture.
“He did so because I’m awfully fond of sunlight compared to the rest of my kind. Didn’t you wonder what an Onu-Matoran was doing out in the desert at daytime?”
“You’ll have to forgive me, I’ve been isolated for quite some time. Why are you so fond of the daylight?”
“Don’t rightly know, to tell you the Spirit’s truth” Midak answered. His face grew increasingly ponderous in its expression, and the Onu-Matoran quietly pair before continuing.
“Some wonder whether or not it means I’m an Av-Matoran in disguise, but I couldn’t say even if I were. Any memory I’d have of that is long gone, and even so, I still have the brawn any Onu-Matoran should possess, and my eyes work just as well in the darkness as in the light. I reckon I just took real well to it for reasons that are beyond me. Doesn’t bother me overly much, just makes me wonder from time to time”
“Our destinies remain a mystery to us until the time comes for them to be played out, and that is something we rarely see coming.” The Makuta chuckled lightly. “That is how meetings like this come to pass, a light in the darkness and a forgotten shadow walking through a desert.”
“Destiny’s quite funny like that, of course.” Midak agreed, Korru still maintaining a steady pace beneath him.
“Do you think you might have something to accomplish fast approaching?”
“I truly wish I had a full answer to that.” Miserix looked down at the sandy earth, exhaling deeply.
“Everything that I stood for has been tarnished and I have been forgotten by history, I fear my destiny may not have much place to go.”
“That’s where I have to disagree with you, Miserix” Midak retorted, looking up at the Makuta.
“Your name has been deeply tarnished, but you’re also the only one still kicking, and I’d wager that means that if anyone’s got a right to say what Makuta does or doesn’t mean, it’d be you”
Miserix turned to the Matoran, a flicker of light in his eyes. “You’re right, the name Makuta is now defined by me. However, I doubt getting the rest of the world to see that will be nearly so simple but I suppose nothing truly worth doing ever is.”
“Well, you already started with me, helping me out back there. You could always start there if that suits you, or maybe you know some things that could be of use to us, having to run the universe for some hundred thousand years ought to teach you a thing or two, don’t it?”
“Perhaps you’re right, the Makuta’s original duty was to protect. Maybe returning to that duty will be enough, even if I don’t regain any favor I will have still done some good.”
“Not to sound like a blowhard here, but that’s almost selling yourself short, it sounds like to me” Midak replied.
“Way I see it, the fact is that you Makuta are responsible for some real foul things in your time, but by that same token, you oughta be able to do some real amounts of Good, too, don’t you think?”
