Waiting on a Bricklink order to arrive to get a few key pieces, but then I got something special coming through! Quite happy with how this one turned out!
That awkward moment when you were sure that you had taken pictures of a Turahk MOC that you had made, but cannot find them but only realize this after tearing it apart to use for a new MOC that canonically uses pieces of Turahk so it was going to be really cool to see the visual motifs carry over, but there is no record of said motifs.
I can finally mark this one off my list. John BBEG himself reforged from pieces of Turahk and... well... himself.
Still tweaking the wings, as I definitely want them, but might have to get my hands on more Chirox wings to keep the sleek aesthetic with the rest.
I'd love to hear what you think! Also! Lore beneath the break.
Makuta Teridax was felled by Mata Nui in his final actions. The greatest threat the Matoran Universe had ever seen lied dead at their feet.
As the years after the Reformation, the world began to rebuild and better itself, a phoenix burning brighter than their progenitor. New cities, new alliances, and new sciences. Alas, the darkness also rose from its own ashes. Rahkshi Turahk spread the Shadow Collective's influence far, and his oppressive mastery of fear made the weak willed fall in line before him. Even those who resisted his innate power, were swayed to the Collective's side when he produced a dark artifact that held a fraction of Teridax's power. An artifact that, given enough pure Protodermis, could resurrect the Father. In a heavily weakened state, but Turahk kept that fact, along with the artifact shard itself, close to his chest.
As his influence grew, Turahk finally had the breakthrough in finding a source of the, now scarce, pure Protodermis: a simple foundry in the Fe-Nuva region. He was furious with his subordinates that it took them decades to find it, while it was, almost comically obviously, named ProtoForge, however his rage was cut short by opportunity. A stroke of fortune found the crimson Rahkshi, as the ProtoForge seemed to be protected by two measly toa, one of which was missing half her body already.
Making an immediate summons to the strongest of the Shadow Collective, Turahk brought several of his own personal guard to meet at the ProtoForge. Disgraced Toa Orde and Nidhiki met him there, as well as former Dark Hunter, Lariska. They would need to protect the Forge as he cast himself within the pools, his form as sacrifice in the ritual to bring Teridax forth.
The crew was able to effortlessly take out the automated defenses, but did not bother to move quietly. They were met with the two protectors of the ProtoForge, Toa Kohla and Toa Null.
The two were quickly outmatched by the Shadow Collective's numbers and strength. While to kill is seen as taboo, even for the most cruel of cutthroats, Turahk had specifically chosen his allies in this moment to have no such qualms. The stakes were too high to tarry with these morals.
The fates of Kohla and Null were sealed... until a surprise boon came in the form of Razor the Hated. His attacks blindsided the Collective, granting a very small window of escape. Dragging the unconscious form of Null behind him, Kohla and Razor fled, unaware of the consequences that would soon befall them.
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Waking up in a cave that looked somewhere in the middle of trash heap and workshop, Null immediately sprang to her feet, readying herself to fight the invaders.
Razor puts a hand up as he stares out into the forest beyond.
"Do you feel it?" his raspy voice echoed in his mask.
"Where am I? Why did you-"
"I need that forge as much as you," he answered, flexing his deteriorating mechanical arm. "If not more..."
Razor turned towards the Toa, "Your friend is safe. She is resting in the room beyond this curtain and your weapons are on you. I know how comfortable you are with them," his eyes darting to scars on his form.
Null's hand flashes to her lightblade, flaring it up between herself and Razor, "I am going back. We cannot lose the forge-"
Again he interrupted, "It is already lost. And again, I ask..." he takes a step toward her, "Do. You. Feel. It?"
Now more in control of her senses, Null takes a breath and focuses on the energy coursing through the world. The smallest of tugs as she feels Kohla move restlessly in the room over. The searing and vile hate constantly emanating from Razor. Her own body, finishing its boot sequences. And... a presence that should not be. One that cannot be.
Her concerned look was enough of an answer for Razor.
After the Reformation and formation of Mata Nuva, this Toa of Stone found his calling in wandering the rocky Dunes of Artakha, traveling between civilizations and facing down the numerous threats that still plague the lands.
While for any other Toa, protecting this large of an area would be nearly impossible, however this incredibly skilled Kakama wielder has an unmatched attunement to the Kanohi, allowing him to do the difficult task with relative ease.
While his demeanor has somewhat hardened with time, due to the harsh lands he travels, when among friends or his beloved Kopaka (yes they're dating love is canon dont @ me), these walls immediately fall and the jovial, pun-loving personality is still as strong as ever.
Finally getting to check off a "toa of plasma" from my list! She was incredibly fun to build off and on over the past few weeks, all while developing lore to really fit her into my world of Mata Nuva.
While there was a lot of changes made throughout the entire design process, the one thing I knew I wanted was the one "plasma" arm and a Keetongu inspired head. I'm super glad I got the head design to function, as well as place a color block of keetorange (as well as the visor on the back) as a reference to the character inspo.
I'd love to hear what you think! : D
Lore after the break!
When the previous Toa of Plasma was killed by Zaktan of the Piraka, the now defenseless Plasma tribe was absorbed into various other factions, mostly Ta-Koro. Facing a cultural extinction, the Su-Matoran worked tirelessly to maintain the memory and record of their previous lives, while still attempting to meld Ta-Matoran traditions into their daily lives.
Post Reformation, the Su-Matoran left the other tribes and began to make their own way, restoring that which was taken from them by the Makuta. Once their society once again learned to survive, they began to thrive amongst the newfound peace. In this thriving, a now ancient sport was resurrected with new life and was an immediate hit with the denizens of Mata Nuva: Jet-Kohlii.
Jet-Kohlii functioned largely like regular Kohlii, save for the flight packs and floors that were now foul zones. One such player that quickly rose to fame throughout the land, was Su-Viva. She maneuvered like a Avohkah with her flight and an arm that threw with the strength of the Kikanalo. Few stood up against her and won, which made the betting rings of the Dark Hunters quite upset.
Two Dark Hunters jumped her after a match, and tore off the powerful famed throwing arm, and ensured she would never play again.
Devastated and broken, Su-Viva found a second chance with the ProtoForge, which offered her a rare relic, a plasma toa stone. The process had always been incredibly dangerous for Plasma Toa. They were effectively entirely turned into energy and had to will their form into existence. Failure meant entirely being destroyed with each molecule being burned in a fraction of a second. ProtoForge had a solution to this.
The Makuta operated in a similar manner, being largely energy thrust into physical form. While not wanting to stray too far from one's original form, as to not cause unnecessary mental stress and risk rejection, her new form was crafted to maintain her asymmetry that she had now become accustomed to.
The process was an incredible success, with Su-Viva fully incorporated and made into an artificial, but still true Toa. She, with the help of Kohla and Null, had just made history.
Toa Su-Viva now fiercely protects Su-Nuva, as well as head multi-Toa operations that take the fight directly to the Dark Hunter's doorstep. While she had a lot of work ahead, the Shadowed One's days are numbered on her watch.
When not pursuing the enshrouded gangsters, protecting Su-Matoran from threats, or otherwise doing Toa duties, Su-Viva can often be found watching jet-kohlii whenever a match is being played nearby.
Okay look, I'm mostly posting these for posterity. I built him... oh goodness... 10? 15? Years ago. When kid me was just smashing parts together to make something monstrously large. (About 15ish inches/40ish centimeters)
I did commit heresy in painting the mask, but I think I can be forgiven due to its being an Inika mask. They are... uh... Unique pieces that I find great difficulty fitting in.
Definitely intend to keep it around as I break this creature down and remold him in a much more... reasonable size. Still going to be large, but with new parts, new skills, and a more realistic outlook, I'm very excited to reforge the mad brother of Artakha.
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