Wall of History

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The Lore of Gemma (part 1)

Long distances away in a mysterious galaxy exist a planet by the name of Gemma.  The planet was created by a great being who protected it for centuries. Later the great one ascended and tasked 7 semi immortals with creating the foundation of Gemma.

Tolora (The God of order) Represented authority of a positive kind. He understood that it is far easier to progress when one maintains control and sought to create a reality in which everyone could thrive.

Gyidah (God of holy spirit)  It is a nesseity to pay homage to the great one by putting faith in him for nothing would exist without him.Worshipping and having a spiritual connection is the key powerful to guidence.

Akurain (God of creation and mutation) brought about creating many bio mechanical beings and even tested his strength by distributing abilities amongst few and allowing them to create species/races out of their life essence.

Xaos (God of death) Rises up and takes the lifeless to a place known as the archives were their fate is decided. If a biomechanical being can no longer carry on in life their power set and bits are put to good use to help create new life forms and their souls are sealed in the archives, for the gods understood that to create a body only to dispose of it was a waste.

Gheos (God of many elements)  The core elements she brought are what made up different realms. The element of the sun (light). Next was fire which brought fuel and warmth but could also bring destruction if abused. Fire was the second to light despite its temperament, it was associated with energy/life. Shadow which exist with the absence of light but can be seen as a sign of despair or fear. Unfortunately some beings were bond to learn the secrets of shadow and use it for dark sorcery such as shade summoning, energy adsorption, and shadow manipulation. Rain was brought about lands as a salvation/relief to dry regions or planet life. Last but not least wind to aid those traveling on wings or ships.   

Onuka (God of mechanics) sought to create a future where imagination and technology influences reality as these are is just as important as knowledge.

Erakuis (God of choas) The most mysterious of the gods, he was sent to thrive amongst the inhabitants of Gemma to create disourse. He is the interruption to a calm breeze, he is what pollution is to fresh air and takes his job with optimism

.Their history was passed on through scriptures and ancient teachings and they served as a symbol that when beings of a prime objective bond together to create an organization for success, much can be accomplished. 

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Slipping through the Skull Basher’s net, Takua wanders off on his own and happens upon his own adventure. Meanwhile Tahu finds cause to quell his inner demons and learns a valuable lesson in humility.

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While the Skull Basher consolidates his hold on the ancient ruins, Jaller contemplates his purpose in life. Meanwhile Onua faces the Elemental fury of his scorned brother.

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This is a dragon in Japan. Everyone else are you even trying?

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How to unsee something

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I want you all to suffer with me because I am a terrible person like that

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A mysterious evil now skulks the Okotan woodlands with sinister intentions, an adversary unlike anything the Toa have faced before.

Meanwhile the Elemental Masters investigate the disappearance of Lewa. Without their local guide to charter the region it becomes all too easy to lose themselves in the jungle. With new priorities in mind, the Toa part the company of each other and uneasily make their own way through the swampland.

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Well, jumping on the bandwagon and following humbly in the footsteps of @nicrophorus-americanus, I am very pleased to announce the release of the first installment of my latest story serial, Endgame, which I’ve been working on since January. With the project in its final stages of completion, I am hopeful that its sincere and affectionate dedication to the source material will help alleviate the uncertainty and anguish felt throughout our community by the discontinuation of the setline. It see this story as an opportunity to celebrate both iterations of the franchise for what they were and to remind everyone just how much potential still lingers within the vestiges of BIONICLE lore. 

With the re-population of Mask Maker City underway, word of two young explorers lost in the Jungle Region reaches the Protectors. Given a new quest, the Toa embark on a rescue operation together.

But all is not as it seems. The explorers seek an ancient Golden Mask crafted by the nefarious Makuta. With the Protectors continuing to keep secrets and with Ekimu confining himself to his Forge, the Toa soon discover something awry.

New chapters to be posted every Tuesday!

[lark-lomond]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The final chapter is up! You know what that means: I stop spamming the tag with links. But also, after two years, this fic is finally complete - wow. That takes a weight off my shoulders.

Hopefully, this isn’t the last you’ll hear from me; I’ve got plans to do a similar project for The Powers That Be, and maybe even The Yesterday Quest, time permitting. But for now, I’m gonna rest on my laurels for a bit. I hope you enjoyed reading this - thanks for sticking with it!

[lark-lomond]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 13 is up! Sadly, this is the last chapter featuring Tahu and his army of Toa. The rest of their story is just several weeks of following Rahkshi through the Southern Islands, which would have been awfully slow. Thankfully, the rest of the subplots are now heating up. This chapter shows what the Dark Hunters are up to, and serves as a reminder that the Shadowed One is truly villainous. Things are going off the rails in the next chapter, “The Siege of Metru Nui”. Enjoy!

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapter 11 is up! As promised, this one features the return of Gali Nuva, and pits her and Macku against Ahkmou’s false leadership of Metru Nui. This chapter was great fun to write, and hopefully it’s also great fun to read. Check it out!

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Nightmare

This is a oneshot based on this post by @ghost-mantis. Be warned, It’s kinda dark, much like the post it’s based on.

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Demons of the Past Chapter 1: The War

Noise. That was what he remembered most.

The noise of hordes of Rahkshi swarming all around, with staves bared and eyes glowing bright red, ready to fire.

The noise of thousands of Skakdi joining the fray, eager to cleave all those who would stand in their way.

The noise of legions of Skrall, ready to fight and die in service to their new powers.

The noise of all the Toa and Glatorian heroes that could be gathered to defend the villagers.

The noise of two titans locked in a back-and-forth struggle, shaking the planet with each step they took.

The noise of a planet engulfed in a single battle.

Tempos bobbed and weaved through the fighting, hacking and slashing left right, never stopping. He couldn’t stop. If he stopped he would die, just like anyone else who stopped. If you’re always moving, you’re harder to hit, you have more momentum, more power to each of your attacks. And so the battle for Spherus Magna became a blur for Tempos, a mixture of hot desert air, dried Rahkshi carcasses, and protosteel flashing and swinging. Clang! A parry to the left. Shing! A slash on the right. A quick combo of three sword swings and another Skakdi fell to the ground. Tempos just kept moving, kept running, always conserving his momentum, just like he had been taught. If he needed to block, he would follow up with a counterattack that conserved his momentum.

He saw a flash of red for just a moment and instinctively hit the ground, sliding towards his next foe. The laser beams that shot over his head proved his instincts to be trustworthy. The yellow Rahkshi brandishing its spear ahead of him had to take a moment to recover its energy from firing the laser beams. Just a brief moment, but for Tempos, a brief moment was all he needed. Tempos used his mask to slow down time around the Rahkshi, giving him enough time to get in close enough to use his sword. The Rahkshi was unprepared for such an attack, and after a brief skirmish, one more Kraata gave its final screech before it shriveled up and died.

         Tempos had to keep moving to stay alive. Running through the battle, cutting down any Rahkshi and Skakdi that got in his way. Scanning the fray for any trouble, he caught sight of an ally in dire need of assistance. Just like that, the only thing on Tempos’ mind was saving a life. The singular focus gave him the strength to save a comrade from death. Leaping into action, he swung his sword in a horizontal arc, emitting a wave of energy that cut through Rahkshi. As the other warrior collapsed to the ground, exhausted and accepting defeat, the Skakdi fighting him raised his hook-blade to sever his opponent’s head. As he swung his blade down, Tempos blocked the blow with his own blade. The Skakdi turned his head in shock to look at the new combatant. Tempos, with a furious expression, snarled, “You won’t kill her.”

Tempos threw his blade up and brought it back around to slice through the Skakdi’s body. This Skakdi was a more formidable fighter than the Rahkshi, though, and blocked the slash. A brief duel ensued, the clang of the two swords ringing through the air against the cacophony of the larger battle. Tempos blocked the Skakdi’s savage attacks, constantly looking for an opening to strike back. Seeing one, Tempos swung his sword horizontally, knocking the Skakdi’s blade aside. Using his momentum, he spun his body, throwing his left arm around the Skakdi’s neck. Swiftly bringing the Skakdi to the ground, Tempos ran his sword through the Skakdi’s chest.

Drawing his sword back out, he looked for the other warrior. He found them, and rushed over to their side. “Get up,” he said, “Toa do not give up so easily.”

“Guess that’s why I’m a Glatorian,” she responded, out of breath.

“Today we are one. What is your name?”

“Kilatar.”

“Well Kilatar,” Tempos said while picking up his sword, “it’s time to rejoin the fight.”

She picked up her twin axes, weapons designed to shred flesh apart. As she hefted them up, she looked out to the distance. “That’s a lot of enemies that want to kill us”

“Don’t worry. We just have to keep them busy.”

And with that the two warriors charged the enemy forces, determined to live to see the end. Slashing through hordes of Rahkshi as though they were made of fabric, dodging laser beams and staff strikes left and right. Flowing through the battle, the two came upon a battalion of Skrall engaged in combat with a lone Toa of air. The two looked at each other, nodded their heads in agreement, and rushed to aid the Toa. Tempos was about to strike at the nearest Skrall when he felt a sudden impact on his left shoulder.

And then he awoke from his dream.

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So Long (For Now?)

No, this is not me announcing a longer-than-usual hiatus from posting here on Tumblr; it’s the title of this bittersweet Bionicle piece I’ve done gone and writ.

I’m not 100% sure it adheres to enough basic rules of sentence structure and grammar, but I am tired and have had a long day. I packed up all my worldly possessions (many of which were Bionicles), moved all that stuff out of one of  the best housing situations I may ever know, and above all, had my path diverge once again from the person I’ve grown to love most genuinely, intimately, and mutually over the past two years.

Our dialogue was a little different than here. Some of the actions were done by the other person, and vice versa, depending on who you look at as representing whom. Neither of us were actually headed out on a possibly-suicidal desperate rescue mission either, but pretty much all the same sentiments and basic events transpired in some way, shape, or form.

Bottom line? Remember that these two matoran did meet again, though life had changed them in many ways. Rejoice in their eventual reunion, and don’t get bogged down by any grief you may feel. I’m gonna go ahead and believe that things will work out just fine eventually. Enjoy.

P.S. If anyone cares to hear the previous day’s conversation mentioned in here, I can try to make that once I’m less groggy and wiped. It’ll be less of a literal translation, so I’ll need this old noggin firing on more cylinders xD

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“Since when are you so mellow, brother?”

Matau faced his sister, a much more genuine smile breaking out of his face.

“Nokama! Why, of course I’m the most mellow-humble among the mellow people.” The turaga of water shook her head with a smirk when he puffed out his chest.

“I’m just astounded that you didn’t spin grand tales about time as a ‘toa-hero’. How can I be sure you’re actually Matau, and not Whenua with Matau’s mahiki?”

“You can’t.” He gave her a cheeky grin and shrugged. “Because Whenua dashed through the exit as soon as he could. I guess-think he wanted to avoid the crowd-questions. Entries for the New Archive are supposed to arrive today. Actually, I wanted to leave early as well. Stories spanning heroic deeds, even those of the Great Matau, take up too much time for that.”

“What a shocking turn of events.” She nudged him with her shoulder. Bantering with Matau lifted Nokama’s mood from the slight pit it had fallen at the question regarding Dume.

“Shall we look for Onewa?” He was in charge of greetings today. She knew that Nuju had already left - for obvious reasons - and Vakama had excused himself early because of a bad headache. Only those who knew him well had seen how the meeting tired him out. She had a feeling worry about him was at least one reason that motivated Matau’s desire to head out. “Then we can head home together, maybe get something to eat on the way.”

“Did somebody say my name?” Two heavy hands, one for each turaga, landed on their shoulders. Even before they looked behind them, they heard the smug grin on his mask. “I’m just gone for a few minutes and you already miss me. I’m so flattered.”

The two turaga looked at each other, then broke out in chuckles.

(Just indicate which of the three you want to interact with, then they can break off the group!)

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Prompt

Mata Nui said he only granted the glatorians elemental powers they already had, if dormant.

There's a reason they fell out of use and were forgotten with the fall of the old cultures. But forgotten doesn't mean entirely gone - not on Spherus Magna.

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Korgot the Protector - Ch 1

Before the weight of the Earth Region’s safety, before the lives of the villagers on her shoulders, before the rapid shooter and adamantine drill, before the title of Protector there was Kargot. Single child, and apple of her father’s eye.

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So I had an idea that I think can both be considered a prompt and a request for people to throw ideas around, cuz I hit kind of a snag: we’ve seen matoran zapped into toa when destiny demanded it, and we’ve seen mysterious third parties working behind the scenes to do destiny’s work on matoran, but what about a story where matoran go out and earn their toa stones?

I was thinking perhaps in some Southern Continent settlement, matoran have been told stories for generations by their turaga about the powerful stones only those with the spirits of heroes can claim. Naturally, many seek them, but so well hidden/guarded are the stones that none have reached them for centuries. Thankfully, nothing matoran can’t handle has come their way in that time, but now the universe is unsettled and it seems like somebody will need to fulfill the hero’s role from the tales and step up to defend their home.

Here’s where I’m a bit stuck, though: what could possibly hinder so many matoran for so long? We’ve seen them make incredibly perilous journeys time and time again, and I don’t much fancy another “each region holds a powerful artifact in the most dangerous place” spiel again. Furthermore, I’d like to see claiming the stones require more than just an individual’s warrior spirit; unity should probably come into play to prove a team can function right off the bat. Should the stones then be kept all together? Then what makes them hard to get? A guard of some kind? A natural barrier that no koro’s matoran have an advantage over? I just can’t conjure something believable enough on my own.

Would love to hear if A: people dig this approach to toa-making, and B: how on Spherus Magna it can be spun into something even cooler!

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A Bionicle/Firefly fanfic by Skyblade55

I’M FINALLY DONE WITH THIS CHAPTER! YES!

Seriously I’ve been sitting on this chapter for months now. I am so relieved to have it finished. Please tell me what you think, leave a comment, or just read it, y’know?