Nick Wolfe

Wow. Just, wow. That is fantastic!

I like it. The hollow arm really bugs me though, that's why I'm not sure if i want to get him or not. I also like that his name is Jimi and he has huge badass rock speakers build into his armor and helmet. He should have come with a token guitar and CD of Purple Haze.

Chapter 3 Four small, scared Le-matoran huddled inside a giant, hollowed out Swamp Tree. Each kept entirely silent as the sounds of the outside world echoed inside the tree. Outside they heard the sounds of sniffing and the snapping of twigs under giant feet. The matoran held their breath, each terrified, for they could hear the snapping sounds growing louder and sniffing coming closer. Then, suddenly, all sounds stopped. A deep, throaty growl sounded around the jungle. There was a flash of green outside and there were sounds of intense battle outside. A roar echoed inside the tree, and a thud fell against it, shaking the whole thing. The forrest grew quiet again. For five minutes the jungle was quiet with only the sounds of taku squabbling outside. The matoran shuffled for a while. Finaly pushing forward a dark green matoran with a worn and scratched mask. “Go-quick Kumo,” said another in the group, Tuuli, the trader, gave Kumo a push towards the entrance. Kumo gulped and pulled out a bamboo disk, holding it ready to throw at any who attacked him. Kumo crawled out of the hole and looked at his surroundings. He turned to his right and jumped back at the sight. The ash bear that was chasing them was lying quietly on it’s back, hog-tied, trying to look up. On top of the bear, proud and heroic, was a tall, green matoran! Kumo remembered Turaga Matau telling stories about tall matoran, he called them... “Toa-hero,” Kumo gasped. “Hello little one,” said the being, finishing up tying the vines on the legs, he pulled a big, green axe from the mass of vines and sliced through the vine he had been using, separating it from the rest of the coils that connected it to the trees. He leaped down in front of Kumo and slung the axe over his shoulder. “What hard-luck brings you here today?” “Ever-flee the ash bear,” Kumo said, gesturing towards the massive form of the creature lying on the ground. “Oh, then fair-luck I quick-saved you.” Said the stranger, striding away. Kumo, was so dumbstruck by what he had seen that he almost didn’t notice the being walking away. Coming to his senses he looked around and chased after the figure. “Wait!” cried Kumo running to keep up with the strides of the warrior. He stopped and Kumo ran into his leg and fell backwards. “What?” Said the tall matoran, looking taller from the ground. “Who are you?” Kumo asked, somewhat anticlimactically. “Lewa, mystery-king of know-nothingness. That's me!” The warrior said, before turning and walking away again. Kumo chased after him again. “Wait!” he cried, barely missing lewa’s leg as he stopped again. “What?” said Lewa, getting exasperated with the little thing. “I have to take you back to Le-koro. Turaga Matau will want to know about you.” “Quick-send him my happy-cheer regards,” Said Lewa, walking away again. “But you have to come back with me,” said Kumo desperately. “I have hard-work I have to do,” Lewa didn’t even bother stopping this time. “Like what?” Kumo stood with his hands on his hips. “Like quick-finding whatever it is I’ve ever forgotten!” Lewa shouted, walking faster now. Kumo thought for a moment, then shouted after him, “Ever-surely Turaga Matau can wise-tell you.” Lewa stopped. He waited for a second, then called back, “I can quick-find it on my own.” He started walking away again. Kumo summoned all his strength and ran as fast as he could up to Lewa, he raced up to right behind the warrior and launched himself at Lewa’s legs. He wrapped his arms around the green, armored ankle, and started to drag along in the mud. Lewa stopped. “If it’s so important to you, I’ll go,” he said. Kumo got up and brushed off some mud from his armor. “Ever-thanks, Lewa, I’m Kumo, fine-disk builder.” Kumo said walking back towards the tree, with Lewa following. Once they got there, Kumo helped the other matoran out of the hollowed out trunk. “Good-friends,” Kumo said, “this is Lewa, king of high-lifting and know-nothingness!” “He’s great-tall!” whispered Tuuli, staring at the new warrior. “He's a toa-hero,” said Kumo. “Yes he is,” said Tuuli, still staring at the tall green matoran, standing next to a hog-tied ash bear.

Midak Sky Blaster! Pew, pew, pew, pew, click, click ... aww. Reload!

If you're looking for a way to make it a little more technic-y, there's a cool piece in Gali mistika that might be helpful.

Chapter 2 Hewkii stared off the side of the cliff. He never liked the swimming part of his swimming lessons. Naho falls roared over the cliff into the sparkling blue water beneath, it somehow seemed more harmful than the sweet, calm waters of Ga-Koro. He stared over the cliff and swallowed, hard. “Come on, Hewkii,” said Macku, laying a comforting hand on his shoulder. He half-waited for her to push him over the edge, but he knew her better than that. “it’s not half as bad as you think it is.” She stared into his eyes the way she did when she knew that they both knew she was right. “Ok,” said Hewkii. He trusted Macku with his life, which, he figured, may be the very case at the moment. He cricked his neck, drew a deep breath and dove off the cliff. He kept his body straight as he hit the cool water with a massive splash. He felt the water rush over him with intense cool contrast to the warm summer sun. He opened his eyes under water, blinking to adjust to the murky water. He saw a little cave fish in front of him, staring at him. Hewkii waved it away, it then puffed up like cave fish do, and swam away. Hewkii gathered all his strength and started to swim. When he broke the surface he heard clapping coming from overhead. He looked around and saw Macku applauding from the top of the cliff. Hewkii always thought Macku looked good up there. She often demonstrated dives for him from the cliff. That was the only time she ever looked tall. Macku was short, even for a matoran. But she had more spirit than anyone he knew. She finished her ovation and dove off the edge after Hewkii. The Ga-matoran made a perfect dive into the icy water. She resurfaced a few seconds later. The two waded to the shore and sat together on a big palm leaf. “You’ll thank me for these lessons later Hewkii” Macku said with a grin. She knew that Hewkii didn’t like swimming, Po-matoran rarely do. They prefer to sit at work benches in the desert and carve. But not Hewkii, he was an athlete. Kolhii champion of the island. Kolhii was the main sport played on the island of Mata Nui for hundreds of years. And Hewkii was the best at it. The sport was created by Turaga Onewa and Turaga Whenua to settle an argument between Po-koro and Onu-koro. Hewkii was there when it was created and has been Kolhii champion ever since. “Right,” said Hewkii sarcastically, knowing that she was indeed right, “but not today.” he joked, hitting the side of his head to pour out some water, dislodging his mask. He grabbed it just before it dropped and dumped out the water that was in it before putting it back on. “Besides, when would I ever need it?” A grim scilence fell, they both knew exactly when he would need it, with Rahi attacks growing more frequent, as well as his trips to Ga-koro, he may very well need them that very day. But nobody needed to remember such grim tidings on such a nice, sunny day, so Macku changed the subject. “When’s your next kolhii match? I’d love to come down to Po-koro to watch.” She said, trying to pass off the uncomfortable feeling that came with the attacks. “It’s four days from now, If you’d like to come I can send Ally down here with a ussal to pick you up.” said Hewkii smiling. “That would be very nice,” Macku said, smiling and leaning in closer,”I hope you score a...” Her smile turned into a look of confusion as she stared past Hewkii down the beach. “What’s that?” Hewkii whirled around and stood up, peering across the shore, he saw it too. A tall figure was walking down the beach. Light reflected off her blue armor making it shimmer like water. The runes on her seemed to dance like fish and waves in a pond. She was beautiful. “Who’s she?” asked Hewkii, helping Macku to her feet. “I don’t know,” responded Macku, “But whoever she is, Turaga Nokama will want to know about it.” The two matoran jumped into the water and started swimming back to Ga-koro.

Thanks for the feedback. The thoughts were supposed to be italicized, but I ripped this right out of appleworks, so naturally, none of the text was translated with the special /italic thing. Thanks, I'm glad you like it.

So, I started writing this months ago and I recently found it. I figured, why not let people enjoy it. So I decided to post it on Eurobricks', forum chapter by chapter while I finish writing it. I hope everyone enjoys it. Chapter 1 Powerful waves flowed unbroken through the expanses of the open sea. They crawled on until they lapped onto the smooth, metal surface of a large canister, floating lonely in the sea. The waves pulled together on the canister, slowly pulling it along towards the shore. The wind whistled above urging on the waves in their trial. Finaly, with a huge heave, the waves removed their obstacle and went on with their journey. The canister slid smoothly onto the beach. The day was silent, but for the sound of the waves, sadly and simply sliding onto the sun bleached sands of the island. A small ussal crab scuttled, curiously, up to the canister. It sniffed the immense thing and decided that it smelled like food, so it tried to bite it. The small creature quickly discovered that this was a very bad idea, for as soon as it touched the thing, a distinct, metallic, click echoed from within it. The crab fled soon enough to avoid being crushed by the lid that came flying off of the container, landing against a thin madu tree, cracking the trunk, which collapsed with a thunk. Out of the canister came creaking sounds of joints, long asleep, and stifled breaths, finaly appeased in their quest for air. Out of the great metallic thing, thin, blue fingers reached for the rim of the gaping hole left by the lid. With diminished strength, the being pulled herself out of the canister, clutching a beautiful blue mask. Taking a deep breath of crisp, fresh air that her lungs had been craving for so long, she drew herself up to her full height. Her joints creaked and her muscles ached as her body once again adjusted to standing. She looked in, into the expansive, green jungle before her. She was tall and thin, and covered head to foot in beautiful blue armor, covered in detailed runes. her face was a dark gray mass of mechanical parts connected with red muscle tissue running throughout holding it together. The tall, blue being stood on the beach staring into the jungle. So many questions raced through her head at the same time. Where am I. Why am I here? Who am I? She felt weak, and disappointed in herself that, no matter how hard she tried, she could not recall to the answer to any of them. She drew another deep breath, but this time she felt faint. She caught herself on the canister she arrived in just as she clasped onto the ground. The being drew herself up onto the smooth exterior of the silvery cylinder. She stared at the mask she held in her hand, It was truly beautiful. She felt the curves of the piece of expertly crafted metal. She also felt energy coursing from the mask. She flipped it over to look at the back side and inexplicably felt slightly warmer. She drew the mask closer to her bare face slowly. Advancing the piece of artwork at a crawl. Until, finaly the mask leaped the final inch from her hand to her face, attaching itself perfectly onto her face. The moment this happened, she felt warm energy rush all over her body, integrating itself into every muscle, rushing into every extremity. Her dull blue, sand covered armor exploded with a bright radiance. She decided that it felt better than her first breath out of the canister. The lens like window in the front of her mask flipped open. Everything somehow seemed brighter, and more clear than without the mask. Every breath she drew also felt deeper and every exhale clearer. She felt energy course throughout her body. She hoisted her body up into a perfect handstand on the canister’s edge, let her feet fall onto the rim, and launched the rest of her body off the metal support, doing three mid air summersaults before sticking a perfect landing in the soft sand beneath her feet. The blue being also felt something running through her mind that wasn’t there before. A single word. Gali. “Well,” she said aloud, “That's one question answered.” Gali breathed deep with a new sense of security and warmth. She took one final look into the canister, catching sight of two large hooks. She reached in and pulled them out, weighing them in her hands. Felling they might be useful later, she slung them over her back. She started walking down the beach in search of answers to the rest of her questions. Gali, I like it. It feels, warm. She thought to herself as she continued down the beach.

Didn't mega blocks do PotC. And maybe there's a camel in the new fourth movie.

Space Police 3. There's just so much possibility. Factions of the criminal underworld. Corruption in the ranks of law enforcement. My imagination has been going wild sorting through so much incredible story bits that i wish i could put together into a stop motion series of some kind. So cool. Yeah, Space Police 3.

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Millions probably. I really don't know, a lot though.

Wow, I really want to see this set. Bionicle deserves a much better send off than those puny stars. A MU Mata Nui body would really be the only suitable last product. I think it should be as big as possible and as expensive as necessary. It should me mostly system, to create a lot of detail but have bionicle parts o add familiarity. I think that it should have removable hatches on its arms and legs that open up to reveal islands. The face would come out to show Metru Nui and a hatch would lift up in the back to show the room where Helryx is. (Maybe) And, the front of the body would feature an incredibly detailed model of Karda Nui that might slide out. That would be the Bionicle to end all Bionicles!