Nick Wolfe

In honor of the new Harry Potter sets, and the new movie, and Harry Potter in general, I built this rendition of the three broomsticks pub. I feel that this is one of my better MOCs. I hope you enjoy it. Front view. The back is opened so you can see into the pub. The side and the back alley, with some chickens. The slug club listen to one of Professor Slughorn's thrilling tales while some ghosts bicker at the next table. The bar and someone who got a chair thrown in his face. Bar brawl! A couple of dueling wizards. And a dwarf who seems to be ashamed of his diminutive stature. Close up of the front. You can see a cow in the street, and the dueling wizard and the dwarf through the window. A nice overview of the inside. Some minifigures, The two guys in front. The Slug Club, Harry, Hermione, Slughorn, Cormac McLaggen, and a random Gryfendor girl. The Ghosts. Madam Rosmerta. The Dwarves. The other wizards. Please tell me what you think.

Chapter 9 The matoran of Ga-koro stood stock still on the beach. around Naho bay. The gigantic, reptilian rahi in the water stared straight at them. The creature in the bay slowly advanced towards the scared group. Then, suddenly, the beast lunged forward towards the beach, extending a great arm. The maoran scattered in all directions, but Macku was standing dead center of the tarakava’s aim. She covered her face with her arms, hoping to soften the impact. She winced, in anticipation of the horrible fate about to occur. She began to wonder why it was taking so long. She opened her eyes, and saw standing before her the blue warrior from the beach, fighting off the tarakava. “Run!” the warrior shouted to Macku. She obeyed and ran away from the terrible beast as fast as she could. She joined Kotu, Nixie, and Takua, who, of course, was scribbling the events down on his pallet. Gali shot back up the beach, away from the monster she was fighting. She saw these little beings from down the beach and thought they needed help. The creature lunged one of it’s massive limbs out at her. She easily dodged the blow, but couldn’t find an opening to get at the beast, bringing it down. She decided to try something. She leaped from the sand, hitting the creature’s shoulder. She drew one of the hooks from her back, and used it to catch onto the monster’s back. I knew these would come in handy, she thought as she jabbed at the thing’s monstrous side. The creature started thrashing towards the village. Not wishing to cause any more pain to these poor creatures than they had already sustained, Gali leaped off the thing and led it back onto the beach. Macku watched the tall warrior fight off the tarakava. But her gratitude turned to worry, as the warrior began to lead the rahi onto the beach. Macku wanted to run out and push the fight back into the water, but refrained. If she did that, she would be trampled. Gali was beginning to formulate a plan. She thought she saw a weak spot on the creature. She noticed a rusted, pitted spot on the thing’s face that resembled the mask she wore on hers. Gali backed up against the rock wall behind her and climbed up so her feet were secured against it, she aimed for the rusted piece of metal. I’ve got one chance, she thought, [/i]here goes, 3... 2...1... Macku watched, terrified, as the tall warrior launched herself towards the beast. She wanted to look away, but couldn’t tear her eyes from the spectacle. She watched as the warrior collided with the tarakava. The rusted, pitted mask on the creature’s face smashed as soon as it came in contact with the blue armored being. Gali stuck the landing, back on the sand. She stood back and watched as the beast, stunned by the impact, toppled over onto the beach, sending a shock wave over the sand that could be felt all over the bay. After the beast fell, the small things emerged from their hiding spots. Slowly and carefully, they started moving toward Gali. She, in turn, stayed still, not sure what they were doing. Then one stepped forward, and bowed. The rest followed suit. “Thank you toa,” the one who had stepped forward said, she was obviously the leader. “You have saved us all from that tarakava. I am Turaga Nokama. These are the matoran of Ga-koro.” “Hello, Turaga Nokama, I am Gali,“ Gali said bowing to Nokama. “Please, come,” Nokama said, heading back for the floating village. “you have much to learn.” Gali followed her, wanting to learn as much as possible. As they walked, the matoran followed, introducing themselves to Gali in a most disorderly fashion. Gali smiled, she decided that she liked this new place.

Sorry I haven't uploaded lately, I've been busy. Chapter 8 Onua punched the wall. He had grown tired of digging, that’s all he’d done since he got out of that blinding sun. He rubbed his forehead with his massive claws. He had awoken on a beach, remembering nothing but his name, and had been digging ever since. He sat down on a large rock and sighed. How am I supposed to live my life, not knowing who I am? He set his head on his hand and stared at two bugs on the ground, fighting over a scrap of metal. Onua thought that was an odd thing for bugs to be fighting over, but, then again, what did he know? One of the bugs head-butted the other one, knocking a tiny mask off it’s face. This seemed to daze the thing, so Onua leaned over and picked both up, and fitted the mask back on the bug. Instantly the little creature became a raging inferno of mean once again, biting Onua. “Ow!” he exclaimed quietly, “Little bugger,” he mumbled under his breath as he stood up. He glared at the bug as it scuttled away. Well, as long as I’ve got nothing to do, I might as well go somewhere. He cricked his neck and got back to digging. He dug his hand into the soft, ripe, warm earth, then ripped it out. He stood back and watched a layer of dirt crumble into dust and fall to the floor. I love doing that he thought, as he began digging. After a few minutes of digging, Onua noticed something weird. As he pushed his hand into the wall, it met clean, cool air on the other side. Confused, he yanked his hand back, and watched as the wall crumbled. Behind it, he saw a frightened purple mask staring back at him. “Ahh!” Onua exclaimed, surprised at his new findings, not knowing that there were any others underground. “Ahh!” The little purple masked thing screamed, dropping it’s pick-axe and running down the tunnel that extended behind it. “No! Wait!” Onua shouted, running after it, not noticing the other one standing in the corner. “Ok, Onepu. If we put a support here we can extend the tunnel another kio north before...” Looking up from his map, “Onepu? Where’d you go?” He stared down the long tunnel Onua had just come down. “Wow, he can work fast when he wants to!” “Wait, wait!” Onua called down the tunnel, chasing after the purple masked figure. “I just want to talk!” He was getting tired, even with his steps measuring twice the length of the little creature’s, it was fast. He stopped to catch his breath. The massive being listened closely, he could swear that he heard machines working further down the tunnel. He got up once again and started down the tunnel at a jog. As he rounded a corner, he saw a faint light in the distance. He picked up his pace, not wanting to take all day to get some answers. As he grew closer to the light at the end of the tunnel, Onua saw statues lining the walls. He stopped to look at one of them. It appeared to be a face, without a mask. Beneath it sat a light stone, illuminating the statue, casting it’s shadow on the ceiling of the tunnel. Onua tapped the statue, causing part of the face to fall of. He caught it and hurriedly tried to put it back, but to no avail. Looking around to make sure nobody was watching him, he set the piece back on top of the statue and started running away. Onua, far away from the statue, by now, walked through an archway into a huge cave, in the middle of which, a village sat, with a moat around it. To the left of the bridge connecting the two land masses, there was a wooden sign. On it were carved the words, Onu-Koro Now what could that mean, Onu-Koro. Onua thought as he crossed the bridge leading to the village. Sounds kinda’ like my name. But the thought was brushed out of his mind when he saw the little purple thing he was chasing talking with another small creature. Onua tried again to be friendly, this time more slowly. “Hel-lo,” he said as slowly and clearly as he could manage. “Me -- Onua.” He put a hand to his chest, then pointed to the small creature. “Who -- you? Do -- you -- un-der-stand -- me?” The the two creatures looked at each other, confused, then the small purple thing hid behind the other one, who stepped forward, and said somewhat timidly. “Hello, Onua, I’m Taipu.” He gesturing to the purple one, “This is Onepu.” He turned to his friend, “Go get the Turaga.” Onepu happily obliged, running off. Onua cocked his head. “Where am I?” He asked the small thing, Taipu. “Your in Onu-koro!” He said waving his hand, gesturing to the cave. “The village of earth.” “Oh,” Onua said, feeling stupid. Toa Onua trudged up a tunnel to a place the Turaga called Kini-Nui, the great temple. He pondered what the Turaga had told him. He had to fight a terrestrial villain! He had no clue abut what the Turaga meant by other Toa. “Toa Onua!” Onua stopped and turned around. The purple matoran he had first encountered in the tunnels was running towards him. “Toa Onua!” He called. Skidding to a stop in front of the toa. “Yes, little one?” Onua asked, puzzled by the purple being’s newfound bravery. “You remember those masks Turaga Whenua told you about?” he panted, catching his breath. “Yes,” said Onua, “That was a pretty important part of the lesson.” “Right,” Onepu said, “ Well, I went back to my hut, and remembered that I found this in a Kofo-Jaga nest, about a month ago.” He held out a silver-gray mask, “They gave me a nasty burn for it to.” Onua took the mask from the Matoran and looked it over. “Thanks,” he said, putting it on over his black pakari. There was a brilliant flash of light, taking Onepu off guard. Onua opened his eyes first and felt at his mask. There’s a distinct lack of change he thought. But he did feel more powerful. the toa tapped Onepu’s shoulder, making sure the blast hadn't knocked him unconscious. The matoran stirred. Onua, satisfied at that, whispered “Thanks,” again and turned back to the tunnel, leaving the sleeping matoran on the ground.

Just so everyone knows, I'm going on vacation for a week, so don't expect anything new until next monday.

Chapter 7 Hewkii trudged along Old Fusa Path on his way back to Po-koro. He wondered if he did the right thing. Would Macku be mad at him? He had been walking for a while, and began to wonder if he had taken a wrong turn somewhere. But he didn’t worry, he always thought that. He put his hand up to his eyes and could see the desert of Po-wahi in the diastase. He began to pick up his pace, he didn’t want Onewa upset with him, especially not four days before the game. Hewkii walked into the Po-wahi quarry. He looked around for his friend, Hafu. Hafu was a carver, the master carver, in fact. He took the term “carver” as a great insult. If he ever heard someone call him “carver,” he claimed he would stop talking to them for a month. He actually did so once when Takua’s tongue slipped while he was commenting on a statue he was planning on buying. “Well!” a deep voice called from his right, “If it isn’t our water boy!” Hafu stepped out from behind a carving. He tossed aside the chisel and hammer that he was using. “Hafu,” Hewkii crooned “the master rock head!” The two laughed and patted each other on the back. “What are you ‘master carving’ back there?” “Just some gukko force thing Onewa’s making me carve for Le-koro.” Hafu said with disdain. “Why can’t you take pride in carving anything other than yourself?” Hewkii asked jokingly. “I do take pride in it! I just don’t take joy in it. I’ve just got one of those masks that wants to be carved.” The two chattered and bickered all the way back to Po-koro, about everything from the new next kolhii game to the rahi attacks. Hewkii decided not to tell Hafu about the tall figure on the beach. Ahkmou sat at his trader’s stall drumming his fingers. To his right sat a pile of kolhii balls, to his left, a heap of widgets. Golyo walked by with a couple of Mahi. Ahkmou leaped up and over to the herder. “Good sir.” he said with great enthusiasm, “Would you, by any chance be interested in purchasing one of these fine Comet balls?” He scooped one up one of his Comet balls and showed it to the matoran. “Sorry Ahkmou, but I don’t play kolhii,” the herder said, trying to make a clean getaway. Your the only one. Ahkmou thought. But continued his pitch. “Even if you don’t, they still make perfect decor for any hut,” he looked at the little mahi next to him “and they make the perfect toys for these little dears.” One of the Mahi stepped forward and sniffed the comet ball in Ahkmou’s hand. It promptly sneezed and recoiled in disgust. Golyo, paying no attention to this, took the comet ball in one hand, weighing it. “How much?” the matoran asked. Ahkmou leaned back against his stall, bearing the words he was famous for. “Make me an offer,” he said smiling at another satisfied customer. Golyo thought about it for a few seconds, then replied, “Four widgets?” “Sold!” Ahkmou exclaimed. Golyo pulled some gears out of his satchel and handed them to Ahkmou. Ahkmou grinned at him, setting the widgets in the pile with the others. Ahkmou sat back down at his stall as Golyo walked away, tossing his new comet ball back and forth. There’s a sucker born every minute, he thought. He picked up a few widgets and tried to fit them together. He managed to form a chain five widgets long before seeing two more figures enter the village. Ahkmou smiled, he’d been waiting for this. He swepped the widgets back into a pile, picked up a comet ball, and stood up, leaning on his stall. “Hewkii!” He exclaimed, “I have something here you might like.” “No, Ahkmou,” Hewkii said, passing the trader by. “Not after that ‘lucky Ghekulka’ fiasco” Hafu added. Ahkmou didn’t give up, “I don’t think this is one you’ll want to miss!” “Oh, I think it is.” “Come on, hear me out.” Hewkii stopped and turned around. “Ok, Ahkmou, what is it?” Ahkmou held out the kolhii ball. “Their called Comet balls. Best selling item of Po-koro since the Cowrie shell.” “Biggest fad since cowrie shells, you mean,” jeered Hafu. “It’s just a kolhii ball, I’ve got five at home.” Hewkii said, turning away. “If you doubt it’s superiority, try it out,” Ahkmou replied to the jab, tossing the ball to Hewkii. Hewkii weighed the thing in his hands. He bounced it on the ground a few times and performed some basic Kolhii moves before kicking the ball back up and catching it. “It’s a pretty good ball,” Hewkii conceded. “And,” Ahkmou said, “In honor of your big game in a few days, I’ll give it to you for only one widget.” Hewkii’s eyes widened, “Well,” he said, digging in his satchel “If it’s only one widget.” He flipped a gear over to Ahkmou. “Thanks.” Ahkmou saluted him, then flipped the widget into the pile behind him. He could hear Hafu say “I can’t believe you bought that from Ahkmou,” but he didn’t care. He just smiled and sat back down at his stall, drumming his fingers.

Chapter 1: Galaxy City, Sector ZZ9 Plural Z Alpha Beta Prime January 2, 2100 10:27 am Kranxx strode down the streets of north east Beta Prime. The Galaxy City colony on the edge of the Solaris system boomed with activity. Statistically, Beta Prime was the most inhabited colony in the known galaxy, making it a prime target for thievery and crime. But today was Kranxx's day off. No stalking the streets for people to rob. He almost laughed aloud as he thought about his title of "leader" of Black Hole Gang. Not anymore. Damn mafia. He hadn't been his own boss for just over a year now, and it was wearing him thin. The whole point of being the leader of anything is to be able to do what he wanted to when he wanted to. Otherwise he'd just go to work at Small Parts inc. and assemble robots, or worse, get a desk job. The slaxxian grumbled something under his breath and stopped. He was in the center of the industrialized city. Buildings towered around him, ads for M Cola and Butler Bots paved the walls making the city feel like the inside a giant billboard. He shook his head and continued walking down the street. Recognized by most people as the infamous biker gang leader, most people on the street strayed away from him, and the ones who didn't soon hat their pockets picked. Just because it's his day off doesn't mean he can't make a space buck, or a hundred. He flipped through one particularly wealthy man's wallet as he leaned against a wall adorned with graffiti reading things like "P-Squiddy rules!" and other nonsensical squiggles. A siren sounded behind him. Stowing the wallet in his pocket and sliding into an alley. Even if there wasn't a warrant out for his arrest, the police still didn't like him. The police speeder passed. Kranxx slunk out of the alley and started back down the street. He looked around for a place he hadn't been to yet, and hadn't heard of what tends to happen to places he goes to. He found a nice little place tucked into the skyscraper dotted skyline, a little wood paneled shop, only a single story tall, a rarity these days. As he entered the shop, he was immediately taken aback at the dusty alien technology scattering the walls and shelves. Large black disks with holes in the center, smaller silver discs, somewhat resembling metal doughnuts. He walked up to a polished wooden box with one of the black disks in it, a metal needle touched somewhere in the middle of the disc. Kranxx flipped a switch on the side of the strange box. Sound blasted out of gridded circles next to the now spinning disc. Now the box was yelling at him in time to the sound, something about burned ground. He instinctively threw the lid down and pushed down on it, muffling the sound, but still sending an unsettling beat across the store. "Found the record player, have ya?" Kranxx spun around to see the root of the dusty voice. An old martian with a walking stick came through the back door, carrying some boxes. "Uhh," he mumbled, sill holding the lid down, "Sure?" The old martian laughed and motioned for Kranxx to move. He did so as the old martian lifted the lid of the lid of the screaming box. Kranxx suppressed the urge to spring forward on the box again. He flipped the switch off and took the disk away. "Lets try something a little softer," he said. His voice was sandy, but assuring. He slipped the loud disc into a covering labeled "Kashmir". He picked one of the disks from his box and fitted it into the player. When he flipped the switch this time, a nice melody flowed into his ears. The singer didn't feel as if they were yelling at him any more. "I've never heard this kind of music before." He picked up the sleeve this disk came from. "Phantom of the Opera?" he asked. "Yep," the old martian. "Famous play. Here, take it." He motioned toward the phantom music box. "Alright, how much?" He reached into his pocket for the man's wallet. "No charge," he started moving behind the desk. "I don't have much use for it now." "Alright, thanks," Kranxx smirked at his loot. He picked up the box and the black discs with the Phantom mask on it. He waited until the old martian left, then grabbed the loud disc and five others. He headed toward the door, but was held back by a pang of guilt. He grumbled as he brought a wad of space credits from his pocket and tossed them on the desk. He pulled his keys from his pocket when he left and pressed a button. His Black Hole colored hot rod swooped down from the sky to s stop in front of him. He strapped the box and the discs to the back of his bike and got on. He wondered, as he drove away, what exactly an opera was.

Thanks, but I couldn't figure out how to resize them.

These are some pictures of Berix at a lake in Placerville, which looks remarkably like Bara Magna, in my opinion. "The sun's in my eyes!, Ahh!" http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010022.jpg Climbing pic! http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010025.jpg Zoom out. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010027.jpg Oops, slipped. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010037.jpg In a cave http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010047.jpg I'm not quite sure where this is. http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/AgentNickWolfe/bionicle/p1010089.jpg

I took this back in december and am just uploading it now. I decided to decorate my christmas tree with part of my bionicle collection this year. To make this a little more fun, how many of the "Decorations" can you name?

Oh, well, It's still a good reveiw.

I'd love to do some pics, but expect some of the smaller scale sequences, I just don't have the collection for most of the big things. I also need some martians, the originals, not the mars mission jellies, I have plenty of those, for many scenes.

Have you ever tried using one of those on a test?

Heh heh heh heh. I never got how those barraki minifigs looked like the big ones. Great use of them trhough

I don't have a cell phone, I know it's lame, but I spend all my money on legos, and food and stuff like that.

Thanks, it actually only took about an hour to type up, but I've been contemplating the concepts for quite some time. I'm glad you enjoyed it! Be sure to tune in to the next chapters.

Y'know, it might fit into the box if you turn the board the other way, it looks like the box is wider the other way, just a suggestion. And what's wrong with the word die? That is the singular form of the word dice, unless I've made a complete fool of myself by telling my friend that while proofreading. What have I done!?!

I still like the original one from Jabba's Han Solo set, I guess I'm alone here.

I haven't gotten any yet. But, despite the ugly hollow arm cannon, I like Jimi Stringer. I've always wanted a hard rock bionicle.

Chapter 6 Takua waved to the matoran in Le-koro as he was lowered down on the lift. He liked his visits to Le-koro anytime, but this one was particularly eventful. As the lift came to a stop on the ground, Takua stepped off and grumbled a bad word. Le-koro, he liked, the swamp, not so much. The Ta-matoran swatted another bug. So much for the chronicler’s love for all life on Mata Nui. he thought. He jumped from the lilly pad he was standing on in the middle of Lake Kanae onto dry land. He looked back up into the trees. All traces of Le-koro had vanished. Takua sighed and called out into the forrest. “Pewku!” At first Takua heard nothing, then, some faint rustling came from a nearby bush. Takua carefully walked over to the bush. Then the rustling stopped. A huge ussal crab leaped out and on to Takua. He started to laugh as the crab started to lick his face. “Ok, Pewku, get off! Get off!” He said. Pewku obediently did so, “Good girl,” he said, pulling a small treat from his satchel and giving it to the crab. He climbed onto her back and shouted “Ya!” The pair started off towards the bay. Pelagia felt the sun on her mask. The owner of the Ga-koro ferry lines was far off her usual route. But she was used to finding the bright side in things. This time, the answer was simple, she didn’t have to work that day. She felt the warm sun on her, monochromatic armor. She relaxed in the sun, humming an old Ga-koren song and eating bula fruit. A rustling came from the bushes that concealed the pathway to Le-koro, That's odd, she thought. Takua usually takes longer than tat in Le-koro. A few seconds later, Takua and the crab Pewku came scuttling out of the bushes. “That was a short visit,” Pelagia commented, “Uneventful month?” “Short,” Takua laughed, “But not uneventful.” “Really,” Pelagia said, starting the boat’s motor “Tell me.” Takua proceeded to tell Pelagia about his encounter with Toa Lewa. The ferry had made it about halfway around the island by the time Takua finished his tale. Pelagia felt that the story lasted longer than the visit itself. Takua certainly wasn’t the island’s best storyteller. He only got the job of chronicler because of his poor work ethic in Ta-koro. That ought to teach us all a lesson! Pelagia thought. Takua fell asleep before they got back to Ta-wahi. They were nearly back to the shores around Ta-wahi when Pelagia saw a canoe coming around an outlet in the shore. “Hey, Takua, what’s that?” She called up to her dozing passenger. He looked up. “That's a canoe,” he told his ferry woman, sitting up against his sleeping ussal. “I know that,” Pelagia grumbled, adjusting the eyepiece she had Turaga Vakama attach to her mask after a nasty rahi attack that damaged her eyesight. She focused in on th canoe. She made out the figure af a short Ga-matoran. She focused in closer and saw that it was Macku. “Macku!” she shouted, turning the ferry’s rudder to meet the tired matoran. “No, i’m Takua” Takua gumbles, rolling over. Macku paddled her canoe to the ferry and crawled into the bigger boat, gasping for her breath. “Tarakava... Ga-koro... Matoran trapped!” She sputtered, “We have to help!” Takua sighed. He had a bad feeling that he was going to get another lecture from Turaga Vakama. The ferry had bypassed Ta-wahi, stopping for only a second to drop Pewku off with a note to Turaga Vakama explaining their current predicament. The ferry stopped inside Naho Bay at Macku’s fishing dock, around a cape from Ga-koro. Macku could see Naho falls from where they were. The form of the kanohi Kaukau, the great mask of water-breathing, that made up the mouth stared down, overlooking the bay. Macku turned toward the other two matoran in her small rescue troupe. “What are we going to do?” She cried, “The tarakava’s out there, destroying Ga-koro, and the matoran are trapped in a hut somewhere under the bay!” “We know that already, Macku,” Takua said, picking up a knife, “I have a plan,” He picked up a spare piece of bamboo and cut the ends off it, “Turaga Nokama told me that she did this once before, when she was attacked by a Takea and trapped on an rock in the bay.” He jumped into the water below. The two Ga-matoran grew worried when Takua didn’t come up for a good thirty seconds. Then, with a splash, he re surfaced and climbed back onto the fishing dock. “Perfect!” He exclaimed, sitting down. he picked up two more bamboo poles and got to work fashioning two more of the devices, and explaining his plan. Three reeds dotted the water of Naho bay. They drifted towards Ga-koro, and subsequently, the tarakava there. Underwater, however, Takua, Macku, and Pelagia swam towards the floating city, looking for the sunken lily pad. Takua felt Pelagia tap his shoulder. She pointed to a large green mass on the bottom of the bay. Takua nodded and the three swam toward it, being careful to stay close to the surface. When the group arrived at the place where the pad had been, Takua pulled out his knife and pointed down. The other two nodded and drew their knives. Takua held up three fingers, two, one! The matoran all took deep breaths and dove, letting their bamboo stalks float away. They dove down deep, deep enough to reach the sunken hut. Takua drove his knife into the thick membrane of the hut. He dragged the knife around the thick layers of leaves, tearing a big hole in the hut. Ga-Matoran have exceptionally large lungs, and very strong leg muscles, making them great swimmers and able to hold their breath for long periods of time. Ta-matoran, however, are more centered around upper body strength, as any liquid that they live near would burn them to a crisp before they had a chance to swim anywhere. Their lungs, too, are quite small, as the fumes of smoke and fire make the air heavy and corrosive, making it difficult to hold your breath even if you had a reason to. Takua felt the pressure of the depths crushing his lungs before any of the others, almost as soon as he finished cutting the hole in the hut, he passed out. The first matoran out of the hut was Nixie, who had been next to the place where Takua cut the hole. She saw Takua pass out and instantly remembered him as the chronicler. He came see her about her work as astrologist. She dove to catch him before he sunk to the bottom of the bay. Nixie swam as hard as she could toward the surface of the water. The two matoran surfaced near the beach. Nixie dragged Takua up the beach to a nice dry spot. She listened to his chest, he wasn’t breathing. Nixie took a few steps back as she prepared to do something crazy, she heard that you could do this to pump water out of someone’s lungs. She ran towards the Ta-matoran and jumped onto him with all her might. Takua awoke cross-eyed, sputtering out water and coughing. Nixie was standing over him. She sighed with relief and hugged him. “Uh, hi, Nixie,” Takua said, somewhat confused. “Wahs happenig?” Nixie realized exactly what she was doing and got off of the Ta-matoran. She nervously scratched the back of her head. “You fainted,” she said, “I just pulled you back to shore. She noticed that she had knocked Takua’s mask askew in the hug, so she reached out and straightened in, giggling. “Oh,” Takua said, somewhat embarrassed. Nixie hugged him again as the other matoran started filing onto the shore. Macku came up to the shore, half carrying Hahli. “That’s the last time I listen to you!” Hahli said, smiling and sputtering up water. The two laughed as Macku sat Hahli down and went back out into the water to help Turaga Nokama. The Turaga waded up, coughing and leaning on her trident to keep upright. Macku ran out into the water to help her to the shore. “I apologize for not listening to you when you came to tell us about the impending attack.” Nokama said, stepping onto the shore. “No, I’m sorry Turaga,” Macku said, “wait, I didn’t come to tell you...” But Macku didn’t have time to finish. Another deafening roar came from the edge of Ga-koro. Everyone on the beach turned to look. The huge reptilian creature standing in the middle of the bay was aroused at the goings on and was staring right at them.

This is a story about the Space Police that I've been turning over in my ming for a while now. I envisioned it as a lego animation, but I suck at stop motion and i don't have nearly enough lego pieces to make the kind of sets necessary. Enjoy! Prologue, A history: On July 27th 2017 The humans of planet Earth deployed a spaceship containing three astronauts to the planet Mars. The Race of humans, previously oblivious to any life outside their own planet, discovered a race of beings living on the planet. Out of fear, the human military attacked without hesitation, killing several hundred martians, and the three astronauts. The martians, a peaceful race, having never encountered any race other than their own, retreated into a deep city built into one of the mountains. A discussion arose in the united nations, who quickly decided to cease fire on the martians. The american president, Mr. George Bush the third, was stricken of office for an unprovoked strike on a peaceful people. The argument ensued for three weeks, until one Timothy Wilson, President of cambodia provided his view on the alien problem. To quote, "Despite any pre-conceived hollywood notions of what a race of intelligent aliens would do provided the chance, we have the responsibility to provide them with the benefit of the doubt that they are a peace loving civilization and that we may coexist in peace." After the wise man's words, the nations launched a second probe to mars carrying only one astronaut, Mr. Harold Watson, the newly appointed, peaceful ambassador to Mars. The ambassador, upon arriving near the martian stronghold, peacefully summoned the martians. The race's token leader came out, unaccompanied. Neither knowing anything, about the other's culture, they began by learning the simplicities of the other's language. after it became evident that there was no immediate danger, more martians began to file from their stronghold. After four or five hours of this, the ambassador was able to communicate with the Martian emperor, and was invited into the city and offered food and water, both of which were abundant on the planet. After a few days of learning about the martian culture, he discovered that, apart from a few, cultural differences, the two races were pretty similar. Both were carbon based life forms and both seemed to have the same bodily systems and, by theory, could live on each other's planets. After a full week living with the martians, Watson returned to earth in his probe and reported his findings. "These are a peaceful people, they have never heard of the concept of war or greed They welcomed me graciously, even though our ships destroyed their land. We can live peacefully in tandem if we were to try." Three weeks later, Watson led another ship back to Mars, with twelve human scientists and culturists, who learned the ways of the martians and were welcomed into their society. This same pattern continued, each time leaving two or three humans on Mars, eventually resulting in the combining of the two factions. Some people, however, held tight to their hollywood beliefs. The leader of the Martinist clan was the Pope Martin III, Wo described the martian civilization as the "Spawn of Satin" and that anyone who would associate with the "monsters" would be sent to the darkest circle of hell. When the first martians arrived on earth, an assassination was attempted on the four on the vessel, President Wilson, Ambassador Watson, and the two martian leaders, Kzzzak, and Hrant. Although the police arrived in time to tackle the three Martinists, the single shot fired hit it's target, Ambassador Watson square in the forehead, killing him on contact. The two assassins were imprisoned, but poisoned themselves in jail, before they could be questioned. The pope Martin III died on September 13th, 2027, fighting Human/alien living to his last breath. After the death of the Pope and the election of Pope Salazar, who endorsed the martians fully. When the two civilizations finally came together, humans spreading to Mars and martians coming to earth, in 2030, technology advancement rose tenfold. Medicines were suddenly constantly effective and most modern illnesses cured. Pollution levels decreased dramatically as Martian technology was used in the manufacture of vehicles and virtually everything else. Soon, the two combined civilizations sustained advanced space travel, traveling to several more inhabited planets, expanding their joined civilization further still. Despite the addition of several other species of aliens, humans and martians still held the most members, including several half breeds. In the year 2039, a galactic civilization has erupted, dubbed by a slang term and soon accepted by officials as Galaxy City. Soon after Galaxy City's creation, the Space police were formed. The predominantly human law enforcement faction was criticized for being a supposedly Martinist group, but after the inclusion of three martian cadets, most accusations were dropped. As an extra precaution, a statue of the assassinated Ambassador Watson was erected, he was depicted wearing the uniform of a Space Police officer along with a plaque, proclaiming him as the first Space Police officer.

Chapter 5 Kumo led Lewa back through the jungle to Le-koro. When they first arrived at Lake Kanae, Lewa was surprised, he saw no village anywhere. He looked around and tried to figure out exactly where the matoran he was with were taking him. But Kumo stepped forward and whistled a few quick notes into the trees. Lewa looked up, but saw nothing but jungle weeds. Then some movement came from one of the lower branches. A mask popped out from behind some leaves. Then another green matoran leaped from the branch onto a lower one. He was holding a big shell in one hand. “Who goes there?” the little green figure called down. “It’s me Orkahm!” Kumo called back. “Me who?” Orkahm called back, obviously having a good time. “You know ever-well who it is!” Kumo yelled up. Orkahm leaned further down. “Whose the great-tall fellow?” Orkahm was peering at Lewa. “That's Lewa! We have to quick-bring him to the Turaga!” Kumo made it known that he was very important. “Ok,” Orkahm sounded disappointed that he couldn’t further question his friend on his identity. He put the shell he was carrying to his mouth and blew. The deep call flowed up into the trees, wound through the branches and came slowly back to the ground. Lewa saw, up above, a metal device pushed out from the branches, then, a big, bamboo platform dropped from the branches. It fell toward the five at an alarming rate. He flinched, but the platform caught itself a few feet above the ground in front of them. The ropes above lowered the lift the final few feet to the ground, where the group got on. Orkahm blew another blast from his shell and the lift began to pull upwards. Lewa still couldn’t see where it was going, but he stood there silently waiting. As they passed the branch Orkahm was standing on, he jumped onto the side of the lift, spinning it gently. “Nice high-jump,” Tuuli commented. “Ever-thanks,” Orkahm said, carefully planning his next leap. He held on to the lift for a second, but as soon as they cleared the branch he was on before they arrived he jumped, again landing perfectly. Lewa noticed that the branch Orkahm jumped onto was leveled off at the top. There was a small, hive-like hut on it, along with supplies, and a small pile of rocks. As they ascended, more leveled-off branches with huts and matoran appeared, seemingly, out of nowhere. He saw matoran traveling from one to another on vines. As they grew closer to the top of the pulley hoisting them up, Lewa started looking about at the scenery. He heard music echo down through the trees, along with animals chirping and squawking. A group of Brakas swung through the vines. A short distance away, he saw a bird flying around, as it flew closer, he noticed that it had two matoran riders. The first looked over at them and pulled on the reigns, causing the bird to hover. The second stood up and waved, then did a midair flip into a handstand and smiled. The other just waved and pulled on the reigns. The bird jerked a little, knocking the second on his face. The matoran at the reigns laughed and flew away. Lewa looked up at the pulley, It was gaining fast. He looked down again. There were many more hive-huts on many more platforms, some were on the tops of leveled off trees, connected by wooden pathways that were rounded up at the edges. On one of the down most platform complexes he saw the matoran pushing a huge boulder along one of these paths. He wondered what that was for. A clanking sound and a sudden stop of the lift told Lewa that they were where they were supposed to be. Kumo and the other matoran filed off the lift. Lewa stared at what he saw in front of him. A large, raised circle in the wood of the leveled tree was built into the center of the platform. It was filled with sand and had several piles of rocks sitting inside an circular outline. One large, smooth rock, with some detailed markings on it sat inside a ring of piles of the smaller ones. Opposite those was a dark, volcanic rock with jagged edges, staring menacingly back at the other rock. Behind the circle with the sand and rocks, was another hive-hut. This one had a small sign next to the door, Lewa couldn’t quite decipher the words, but he had an Idea of who was inside. Takua scribbled frantically on his bamboo slate. Trying to keep up with Turaga Matau’s fast talking treespeak when he was chronicling for Le-koro was an exhausting task. Even when he tried to slow down for the Chronicler his flying words were still quite difficult to keep up with. Never the less, Takua still liked being in Le-koro. The air seemed to be lighter and happier. That might be due to the fact that they were nearly a kio in the air. But he never got that feeling in the mountains of Ko-koro, he just got really cold there. Takua rapidly switched his gaze from the Turaga to his bamboo slate. He was running out of space. The Ta-matoran wondered how many details Matau had added to the story. Takua gazed at this surroundtings for a few moments, mindlessly scribbling what Matau said. Matau had trinkets and memorabilia all over his hut. An ancient looking mask hung on the wall across from the door, which was fashioned to open upwards. Musical instruments were scattered throughout the room. A leaf-covered bed was in one corner and two chairs sat in the center. The place seemed more like the inner workings of a Nui-Rama hive than a Turaga’s hut. There was a knock at the door. “Come-quick.” Matau said, temporarily stopping his chattering monologue. A Le-matoran stuck his head into the door. “Turaga. Come ever-quick. Important,” he said, pulling his head back out. Then putting it back in again, “Quick-bring fire-spitter too!” Turaga Matau got up from his chair and started moving across the floor. He still had energy greatly lacked by the other Turaga on the island, if not that of a normal Le-matoran. Takua trailed behind the two of them. As he Squeezed through the hole serving as the door, and falling on his face as he got out. Takua got up and brushed himself off, swatting a bug on his arm. He looked forward and almost leaped back into the hut at what he saw there. The chronicler called a passing Le-matoran over to him. “Could you get me another slate.” Lewa and Matau stared at each other. Lewa was expecting the Turaga to be a little, taller. Matau just couldn’t believe his eyes. “Come, toa-hero,” Matau gestured for Lewa to follow him, “Much to quick-learn.” Lewa stepped forward. “How do you plan to cure my know-nothingness?” He blatantly asked the Turaga. Matau climbed up onto the raised circle and picked up the rocks and pebbles sitting in it, he said turning to Lewa, “Teach.” Takua stood at the edge of the great raised circle that Turaga Matau used to tell Lewa, or Toa Lewa, as the Turaga called him. Takua skimped a little on his chronicling of the conversation, as most of what was said was already carved into the wall of history. Matau Showed the Toa the big, smooth rock, “This,” he said, “Is the great-spirt Mata Nui.” He placed the stone near one side of the circle. “These,” he picked up the pebbles and laid them in piles, in a circle, around Mata Nui, “are the matoran.” Matau walked across the circle and pulled out the jagged volcanic rock, “This is the evil-bad Makuta-stone.” He placed the rock facing Mata Nui. “Makuta, Mata Nui’s brother, was terrible-jealous of Mata Nui. The Matoran happy-loved Mata Nui, Makuta bad-hated this. He cast a verry-bad spell over Mata Nui, putting him into deep-sleep.” He laid down the stone representing Mata Nui and poured a handful of sand over him. Matau explained matoran life to the Toa, and how legend foretold the coming of six great entities, who would stop Makuta and awaken Mata Nui. Matau speculated that Lewa was one of those entities. “Well,” Lewa said, standing up after Matau had finished his story. “If I’m a Toa-hero here to quick-save Mata Nui, I’d better get started!” He started towards the edge of the platform. “Wait! There's still ever-more to learn!” Matau called after him. “Goodbye tree-folk, ever-thanks for my memory!” He called as he leaped off the edge. Takua got up and looked towards the edge horrified. Great. He thought, We finaly get a hero, and he hurls himself over the side of Le-koro. Then, suddenly, a flash of green flew straight up, breaking through the treetop canopy. “Oh,” said Matau, unfazed by the spectacle. “I didn’t know he knew he could do that yet.” Takua stared back at the Turaga, who looked back at him, smiling.

No, I misspelled the name, it's fixed now.

I'm surprised that nobody has mentioned the new $99.99 rocket ship set. Despite it's "real world" origins, it's still space. I, too would like a black hole gang base, or a space version of the brickfather's mansion, with, of course members of the black hole gang, and a couple of space police, with like a small prison. Or a newly outfitted blacktron space station with all the people, and some aliens, like rench, with blacktron suits. But I'd still like something with space police 3.

Alright, I'll try to cut out some minor characters. It's difficult, though to fit less into the chapters, so much happens during the story-line, that if I fit less into each chapter, the entire thing would be far too long. I only added characters in order to make the story more in-depth, so it wouldn't feel like the main characters were the only people on the island and that everyone else were just red thermals (like star trek), there only for a minor character to kill off. But I'm not just shooting down your viewpoint, I'm always happy to hear constructive criticism.

Chapter 4 Macku and Hewkii ran as fast as they could to Ga-koro. The wind whistling through the holes in their masks hardly disconcerted them. The two wondered if the blue figure they found at the bay would help them, or if she would be yet another danger. Macku wondered if Turaga Nokama would be displeased with her. She shook this thought out of her head, Nokama knew exactly where she was. She couldn’t possibly be upset for Macku doing what she was supposed to be doing, could she? The pair rounded the corner of the rock pathway overlooking the beach that led to Ga-koro. The glorious village of water was situated just off the shore of Naho Bay. It sat on top of of huge lily pads floating on the water, connected with bridges made of seaweed and bamboo. Marka’s shipyard to the west, Pelagia’s ferry was gone. The largest lily pad in the village was a meeting area in the center of Ga-koro. Macku and Hewkii ran down the shores of lake Naho to the great stone archway leading to the village. The arch had been standing for almost 1,000 years, mud splattered the sides and fishing birds sat on the top. Macku saw Hahli, another Ga-matoran, sitting near Kai’s hut on the first lily pad they came to. Hahli waved and Macku turned to meet her. Hahli was fiddling with a widget and sitting next to a bail of flax. Hahli often made personal flax deliveries to Kai. “Hi,” said Hahli, flipping her widget and catching it in mid air. “Where are you running to? I thought you were giving Hewkii ‘Swimming lessons’” She almost dropped her widget into the water as she preformed her air quotes, but caught it just in time. “Hi, Hahli,” gasped Macku as Hewkii waved, “Do you know where Nokama is?” “She’s at the central pad, with the other matoran, I never cared much for those meetings,” she said as she continued flipping her widget, then caught it again and asked inquisitively “Why?” “No time to explain, come on!” Macku exclaimed, running down the path. Hewkii looked at Kai’s sundial. “Could you tell Macku that I have to get back to Turaga Onewa? Hell want to know too!” Hewkii asked Hahli, then started running in the opposite direction. “Know what?!” Hahli asked, watching him run off. She sighed, got up and ran after Macku. “Wait!” she called, trying to catch up with her “Macku!” But Macku hardly cared. She was running as fast as she could to get to the Turaga. She rounded a corner as fast as she could. Hahli nearly slipped chasing after her. Macku could see the giant green canopy of the central pad, and the blue figures of almost all the matoran in the village sitting under it. She shouted “Nokama! Turaga Nokama!” Pushing her way past the matoran gathered there. “Turaga!” She pushed her way to the front where Nokama was. By that time the crowd grew quiet, she tried to catch her breath at the head of the crowd. “I’m glad you could make it Macku,” said Nokama. “Turaga Nokama,” Macku said, the crowd shuffling. “I was by Naho falls with Hewkii when...” A great roar echoed through the air around the village. Everything fell silent. Then a huge claw fell through the canopy of the pad, capsizing it!