Bionicle: The Return, Chapter 1: The Unknown

Since I have now started a blog, I've decided to repost every chapter I've released for Bionicle: The Return since I started the series on LEGO Cuusoo. I will release 1 chapter per day, until I catch up with my most recent chapters. Then, I will go back to releasing a chapter for each set.

So, here is Chapter 1: The Unknown.

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It has been years since Makuta Teridax was defeated by Mata Nui. Ten thousand, to be exact. And many of the old heroes have died off. However, the memory of what they did lives on with the few remaining from that time, and in the scrolls written by the Chroniclers of that time. The Toa, Matoran, Glatorian, and Agori have gathered together, sharing their technology, and they have rebuilt much of what Teridax destroyed.

Here, in the village of Greater Mata, life is as it pretty much was like before, but not as trying and difficult. What’s left of the aggressive Rahi has been pushed out past the dessert, Bara Magna. There has been no sign of some of the Rahi, and many Matoran went missing during the Final Battle. But they have been remembered, as a stone pillar was erected for every life that was lost.

But the greatest sight in Greater Mata is the Temple of Golden Armor, built in honor of Mata Nui. Made of Iron, it stand fifty yards high, with a square base of 100 yard wide. Inside, in the main chamber is the Ignika, the Mask of Life, placed on a statue of Mata Nui’s Toa form. On the wall to the left is the Golden Armor the Ignika gave to Toa Tahu, while on the right is Mata Nui’s sword.

Toa Bomonga has grown old in time, and as the Toa and Glatorian are dying off, new defenders must be found. Here, in the Temple of Golden Armor, he speaks to one of his pupils.

Bomonga: You have done well, Clarrik.

Clarrik: Thank you, teacher. I am glad you’re pleased.

Bomonga: Pleased, but not proud.

Clarrik: What do you mean?

Bomonga: You have excelled with every weapon we’ve handed you. You seek to help people, and do not tolerate crime. There you do well. But you are aggressive. You jump in swords out without a second thought.

Clarrik: When have I done that?

Bomonga: First of all, never interrupt me.

Clarrik: Sor…

Bomonga: Second, you remember that incident in the jet factory in Taka?

Clarrik: He had a knife.

Bomonga: A table knife. A dull knife. Otherwise they both were unarmed.

Bomonga leaned on his staff.

Bomonga: If you want to earn the title Toa, you must consider the life of all beings, good and evil alike. Think over whether or not you have to harm the target, or even if they are a threat.

Clarrik: I didn’t kill him.

Bomonga: But you did sever his forearm. Now go. And think upon what I said. If I hear that you harmed another person needlessly, you’re out of the class.

Clarrik nodded, and left.

Female: Well, that went better than I expected.

Bomonga turned around to see Gaaki standing next to the tablet below the Golden Armor.

Bomonga: He just needs time.

Gaaki nodded.

Gaaki: Time is something we have.

Bomonga looked up at the Ignika.

Bomonga: Do we?

Gaaki: What?

Bomonga: Do we really have the time? I can’t shake the feeling that something is coming.

Gaaki: You’re not the only one. Vakama and Nokama have the same feeling.

Bomonga: Do they know what it…

Suddenly, a huge explosion shattered the windows around the place, and shook the entire temple. Grabbing their shields, Bomonga and Gaaki ran out of the Temple. There, they met one of Kiina’s pupils.

Bomonga: What was that?

Pupil: There was a giant meteor that entered our atmosphere heading west. It must’ve broke the sound barrier while flying over our head.

Bomonga and Gaaki ran to the west side of the Temple, watching as the meteor moved towards the sun.

Gaaki: Think that is it?

Bomonga watched as the meteor flew on. It was spouting green and red flames, with no trace of smoke. And as he stared at it, he felt as if a hand had grabbed his.

Bomonga: There’s only one way to find out.

(Two thousand years earlier)

Thousands of light-years away, a planet has been decimated by nuclear war. Whole villages are destroyed, and there is almost no trace of life.

Almost. In one of these decimated lives a single soul, who has worked on trying to rebuild its home for years. Entirely alone, it has been around since the nuclear war began. After the war, after trying fruitlessly to save its race, the mind has been torn. She has been alone so long, she has forgotten everything, except two things: the former beauty of her world, and who she blames.

For years, she blamed herself for the death of her race. Then she blamed her father, for not saving others as well. But eventually, her blame landed on a people that had created them. That hadn’t been there for over a million years.

Or was it two million? She never could keep track all she could think of was their name, and where they went. The Great Beings. Spherus Magna.

For ten years, she has been working on a vehicle to take her after them. Now, it is complete.

As she stares at the rocket from the shadows, she tries to think of her life before all this. Before the war. But she can’t. It was gone.

That angered her. She stood up, and walked out of the shadows, a good thirty feet tall, lacking almost all traces of feminism. Her feet left imprints in the ground, and her prized playground collapsed. She paused, trying to remember when she built it. But then she moved on.

As she climbed into her stasis chamber, she thought of the war, the lives she couldn’t save, of the time she spent trying to rebuild it all. Now, that all ends.

She stares up into the sky, to the stars beyond. Then she stared at one dark patch, in the direction of Spherus Magna.

Unknown: I’m coming for you.

Then she pressed the launch button. As the engines ignited, the stasis chamber activated, slowly freezing her in a thick layer of ice.

She wouldn’t wake up for another two thousand years.