“Come on now.” Sighed the protector of stone, frantically sifting through a pile of singed armor. “I know he was one of them, so where is he!?” He shouted, smacking aside a cracked mask in frustration. He took a breath, the pile beginning to move, something buried underneath began pushing up, a fingerless hand blasting its way out in front of Nilkuu, shocked, he fell back, landing in the sand, wide eyed, he watched as pieces of metal floated up to the hand, piling up to form five fingers. The thing clenched it’s fist, just then, Nilkuu noticed two green eyes glowing deep in the pile, looking straight at him.
“What, what are you..?” Nilkuu asked, the form rising up, armor falling off it.
“Who am I, is a better question…” The figure spoke, his rusted orange and tan armor shifting into place properly on it’s own.
“Wait..I know that voice…” Nilkuu said, pausing. “Raku?!” Nilkuu gasped, standing up as the figure nodded, stepping his way down the pile.
“Nilkuu.” Raku said, a smile forming on the pure energy based head behind the grating of his mask. “At this point, I think a more fitting name would be Scraps.” He sighed, looking at his hands.
“Alright… Scraps it is.” Nilkuu nodded. “What happened to you?” The protector asked, looking up at him.
“One of the skull spiders stole this mask from the graveyard during the attack, I tried stopping it, but it attacked me, I got the mask on but too late to do anything. You must have activated it, it rebuilt me, better than before.”
“I…” Nilkuu shook his head. “That mask must really be something special.”
“I suppose so.” Scraps nodded, looking out over the hills. “What’s that?” He mumbled, squinting. In the distance he could faintly make out a figure trekking through the sands.
“What is what?” Nilkuu asked, looking out to the desert. “Wait, that’s Toa Pohatu.”
“Toa Pohatu? Are you sure?” Scraps questioned.
“Absolutely.” Nilkuu replied.
Once the Toa of stone arrived at the village, Nilkuu and Scraps went to meet him. “Pohatu.” Nilkuu said, bowing to the Toa.
“Nilkuu.” Pohatu nodded, looking over at Scraps.
“How did that mission go?” Nilkuu questioned.
“We failed… And now I need you to stay here, and don’t let your guard down.” Pohatu sighed.
“And what are you going to do?” Nilkuu asked.
“I am supposed to go back to the city of the mask makers and speak to Ekimu.” Pohatu mumbled, turning back around and making his way out of the village.
“Toa, wait.” Scraps said, Pohatu rolled his eyes, turning around.
“What?”
“Let me go with you.” Scraps answered, stepping towards the Toa.
“Ha, you? Not a chance kid.” Pohatu said, continuing on his path.
“I’m going, whether you like it or not.” Scraps replied, trailing behind him.
“Excuse me?” Pohatu said, spinning around to face him. “Fine. But don’t complain to me for any reason, or I’ll bury you in the sand myself.” Pohatu sighed.
A groan echoed faintly through the winds and the snow. The Toa had just delivered his message to Izotor, the Protector of ice, and had begun making his way back. A snowstorm had hit him unexpectedly. “I need some rest, I’ll get lost in this blizzard at this rate.” The Toa of ice said, adjusting the scope on his mask, scanning the surrounding area. “Ah, there’s a cavern over there.” Kopaka nodded to himself, making his way to it.
He stumbled his way into the cavern. He let out a sigh, sitting down against the wall of the cave, resting his head back and shutting his eyes.
Suddenly, Kopaka’s eyes snapped back open, frantically glancing around, he jumped to his feet, bracing himself. He stood there for a moment, relaxing a bit as a massive stalactite fell from the ceiling of the cavern, slamming down just beside Kopaka, blowing him against the wall.
He groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as he pulled himself up, a fist colliding with his mask and smacking him to the ground.
“Who…” Kopaka mumbled, shaking his head and looking up, the person before him wore a mask similar to his own, with only a single scope, being worn by a feminine figure.
“Oh… You’re one of those T-Toa aren’t you..?” The woman asked, reaching a hand down to Kopaka, who took it, standing back up.
“Yes, Toa Kopaka, Toa of ice.” Kopaka replied. “And you are?”
“Taiga, a drifter.” She sighed.
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Bionicle: The Mask of Imitation
ActionThousands of years ago, on the mythical island of Okoto. Two mask makers, Ekimu and his brother, Makuta, forged great masks for the residents of Okoto. That was before Makuta's betrayal. His envy towards his brother drove him to a lust for recogniti...
