Mieszkańcy Mroku

Niby kolejna cześć opowiadania a ile się wydarzyło.
Takie coś lubię : sporo fight , kilka textów i fabułka.
Nie wiem jak wam ale moce masek Hagah są najlepsze od 2004 kiedy to zaczeła się moda na niezbyt fajne moce masek.

Hmm... Świetne... co tu dużo mówić!
Zaje...fajna walka, ale gdy Iruni złapał łańcuch Hewkii('ego), ten mógł użyć mocy elektryczności... tak mi się zdaje.

	Kodan napisał:
	Hmm... Świetne... co tu dużo mówić! Zaje...fajna walka, ale gdy Iruni złapał łańcuch Hewkii('ego), ten mógł użyć mocy elektryczności... tak mi się zdaje.

Mnie się zdaje że Hewkii jest Toa Kamienia, a moc elektryczności stracił wraz ze zmianą w Mahri. Albo się mylę Rozbawiony

Niedo końca TP. Łańcuchy Hewkiego są pod napięciem , choć nie ma on już mocy elektryczności.

	ARES PRIME napisał:
	Niedo końca TP. Łańcuchy Hewkiego są pod napięciem , choć nie ma on już mocy elektryczności.

Wiedziałem że trzeba było tym razem zajrzeć do biosectora. Pamięć nie ta sama co kiedyś.

Cytat:

Piątka Toa Mahri stała w półkolu wpatrując się w podstawę Koloseum. Chwilę wcześniej Toa Hagah zniknęli w tunelu zmierzając do Mata Nui wie czego. Teraz wydawało się że Mahri nie mają tu czego szukać.
-Jak myślicie, co oni tam znajdą? - Spytał Nuparu.
-Ścieki - Rzekł Hewkii lekceważąco - Śmieci. Szczury Skalne. Może podziemny strumień, może dwa. Tam na dole nic nie ma.
-Skąd masz pewność? - Zapytał Jaller.
-Onu-Matoranie byli wszędzie pod tym miastem - Odparł Hewkii - Jeśli by tam coś było to znaleźliby to do teraz.
-Może - Powiedział Nuparu, nie do końca przekonany.
-Chodźmy - Odezwała się Hahli - Nic nie zdziałamy stojąc tutaj.
Toa Mahri Wody odwróciła się by wrócić do Ga-Metru. Wtedy zobaczyła złoty kryształ unoszący się w powietrzu. Podeszła by go dotknąć lecz oddalił się od niej.
-Co to jest? - Spytała.
-Coś czego potrzebujesz
Toa Mahri odwrócili się by ujrzeć stojącą za nimi kobietę w hebanowej zbroi. Przez sekundę myśleli że jest Vortixx, lecz po bliższym przyjrzeniu się jej stwierdzili że należy do nieznanej im rasy. Trzymała tarczę, lecz nie widzieli by miała jakąś broń.
-Nazywają to Sercem Visoraków - Mówiła dalej - Jest teraz aktywne, a jego siła wzrasta. Visoraki przybędą z każdego znanego miejsca Wszechświata by to znaleźć, gdziekolwiek będzie.
Wy Toa musicie zabrać to na wyspę Artidax i zostawić tam. Zbierzecie Visoraki w tym miejscu, gdzie zostaną uwięzione na zawsze.
-Dobra - Rzekł Jaller - A kto będzie strzegł Metru Nui gdy odejdziemy?
-Będzie chronione, bez obaw - Powiedziała. Wyciągnęła małą kamienną tabliczkę zawierającą instrukcje dotarcia do wyspy i przekazała im ją - Teraz musicie wziąć Serce i zabrać je stąd, zanim Visoraki zejdą się w mieście w jego poszukiwaniu. Idźcie, teraz!
Zanim Toa mogli zadać jej pytania, ciało opancerzonej kobiety rozbiło się na miliony kryształowych fragmentów które rozproszyły się na wietrze.
Po chwili odeszli.
-Cóż, to było... niesamowite - Powiedział Kongu.
-Więc co robimy? - Spytał Nuparu - Jeśli mówiła prawdę... To miasto naprawdę nie jest gotowe na kolejną plagę na wielką skalę.
-To jest duże jeśli - Powiedział Jaller - Więc Kongu i Hewkii, wy zostajecie tutaj. Hahli, Nuparu i ja wyruszymy do tego miejsca Artidax.

Pierwsza część nowego odcinka.

Heh. Krótkie, i moim zdaniem niezbyt ciekawe.

	Takanui napisał:
	Heh. Krótkie, i moim zdaniem niezbyt ciekawe.

Taki Owaki napisał przecież pierwsza część nowego odcinka więc to nie jest cały odcinek tak sądze.

Ktoś przetłumaczy dalszą część 4 części?

Cytat:

The three Toa Mahri departed by ship within the hour. Kongu and Hewkii watched them go, then spent some time agreeing on how best to split up their patrols of the city. Once that was done, they started back for the Coliseum.

Neither one noticed a cloud of crystal shards coalescing behind them into the form of their mysterious visitor. And once her shield struck them, knocking them both unconscious, they noticed nothing at all.

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The trip to Artidax was long, but uneventful. Nuparu kept a careful watch out for Visorak, but saw none the first few days. As they got closer to the island, he would catch a glimpse of the spiders on the shores of islands that they passed. If their visitor was correct, the entire horde would be in pursuit of them now.

The first thing Jaller noticed when they reached the island was a set of recent tracks. A number of older ones had been partially obscured by the actions of wind and tide, but these looked like they had been just made. Nearby, various bits of wood floated in the water, apparently the wreckage of a ship or boat.

“Well, someone’s been here,” he said.

“And still is.” The voice belonged to a tall, blue biped, monstrous in appearance, wearing a water-filled helmet on his head. He held a crude stone dagger in his hand.

“Takadox!” said Jaller, in surprise. He and his team had fought Takadox, along with the other Barraki, in the Pit. “How did you escape? And where are your friends? Talk, you miserable insect.”

“I ‘escaped,’ as you put it, out of a desire to do my bit for Mata Nui,” Takadox answered, with a cold smile. “As for my fellow former rulers, they are no doubt rotting in cells by now, where they belong. But what brings you to this garden spot of the universe?”

“They do,” said Nuparu, pointing toward the ocean. It had become a sea of Boggarak, skating across the water’s surface, heading for the island. Behind them, floating on pieces of flotsam and jetsam of all types, were thousands more Visorak. All of them were coming right for Artidax.

“They’re after us,” Jaller said to Takadox. “But, don’t worry, we won’t be staying long … of course, they will be.”

“The entire horde?” said Takadox. “You’re carrying the Heart of the Visorak … I’ve heard of it, though never seen it, of course. And you’re leading them here … that explains a great deal.”
“Talk straight, Takadox,” said Hahli. “Or we’ll leave you here as company for the spiders.”

“Not at all a bad idea,” said Takadox. Summoning all his willpower, he focused his gaze first on Hahli, then on Jaller. When Nuparu tried to shield his eyes, his two allies grabbed him and forced him to meet Takadox’s stare. In moments, all three were in a hypnotic trance.

“That is more like it,” said the Barraki. “A short time ago, two strange beings appeared on the beach in a flash of light. They did not notice me, and I chose to follow and watch. I saw them mounting something on the slope of the largest volcano on the island … and even I could tell what it was for: they were planning to trigger an eruption. And when it happens, this island and everything on it will be ashes.

“They disappeared as quickly as they came, leaving me with no way to escape the disaster .,. until you arrived. Now I will take your boat and leave this rock – again – while you three stand nice and still, waiting for the end. If you’re lucky … very lucky … that volcano will explode before the Visorak get their pincers on you.”

Chuckling, Takadox climbed on board the Toa’s boat. Raising the anchor and adjusting the sail, he started it moving away from the coastline of Artidax. Behind him, the three Toa Mahri stood like statues, helpless to stop his departure. And as Takadox’s ship vanished over the horizon, and the volcano moved closer and closer to eruption, the first Visorak set their claws on the sands of the island.

Toa Norik moved carefully through a narrow passage below the Coliseum of Metru Nui. Behind him, the other Toa Hagah walked single-file, eyes and ears alert for any threat. All of them knew they were in uncharted territory – going somewhere no Toa, Matoran, Turaga, or other intelligent native of this universe had ever gone before.

Well, that was not completely true. If what the Order of Mata Nui suspected was true, Makuta Teridax had traveled this route not long ago. Of course, that information came from an evil Piraka, Zaktan, who was now traveling along with the Toa Hagah. His recent mutation into a sea creature meant Zaktan had to be carried by Kualus in a water-filled globe.

“This reminds me of the Archives,” Toa Iruini whispered. After a pause he added, “I pretty much hated that place too.”

“You have to admit, though, Teridax fits right in here,” said Pouks. “Dark, dank, the kind of place only a stone rat could love.”

“We’re not looking for a new home,” snapped Norik. “Focus on the job.”

“That’s right, fight among yourselves,” hissed Zaktan. “You Toa are all alike – all mewling idiots.”

“Well, not all alike,” Kualus chuckled. “I, for one, am much clumsier than the average Toa. In fact, I feel your globe slipping from my fingers even as we speak. Certainly hope I don’t drop it.”

Zaktan cursed. Kualus responded by dropping the globe for an instant, then catching it again. “Whoops. There I go again,” said the Toa.

Up ahead, Norik had come to a stop. Using a small portion of his flame power, he was illuminating one of the walls of the tunnel. On it was a series of inscriptions, apparently very ancient in origin.

“Is that Matoran? It doesn’t look like it,” said Norik. “I don’t recognize the language.”

“Let me see,” said Bomonga. Being something of a master of the underground, Bomonga had seen more than his share of old inscriptions. “It’s not Matoran, I don’t think … maybe some kind of root language. I can make out a little of it … not much … I think it’s some kind of record.”

“A record of what?” asked Gaaki.

Bomonga stared at the writing for a while before answering, “I can’t tell. All I can make out is a name … not sure if it’s a person or a place … ‘Bara Magna.’”
No one said anything as they searched their memories for that name. After a few moments, all realized they had never heard it before. If it was somewhere in the universe they knew, then it must have been in an unexplored region.

“Does it say anything about how to stuff a Makuta into his armor and then flush it away?” asked Iruini.

“I wish,” muttered Bomonga.

“All right, let’s keep going,” said Norik. “Zaktan, how much farther do you think it is?”

“I don’t know,” snapped the Piraka. “I haven’t been here either. I just know that the inscriptions I read hinted that this was where the Makuta had to come. I’m not sure he even knew for sure what was down here, or that ‘here’ actually existed – I think he was guessing.”

“Nothing worse than a Makuta who’s a good guesser,” mumbled Iruini.

“I expected this trip to be more … dangerous,” said Pouks. “From the way Gaaki was talking when we left … about it being a place of death, and all that … I expected loads of traps and nasty Rahi. So far, this is a stroll through Metru Nui.”

The tunnel was suddenly filled with a low hum, which grew louder by the moment. Too late, Iruini cried out, “Out! Everybody out!” The next instant, he was slammed against the wall, followed by the other Toa Hagah. It was only by sheer luck that Kualus was able to twist his body so that Zaktan’s globe did not get smashed to pieces by the impact.

Now all six Toa Hagah were trapped, pinned to the wall by a powerful magnetic force. Norik immediately called on his power of fire, but the tunnel was fireproof. Each of the others tried their powers in turn, only to find that the wall was somehow impervious to their elemental energies.

“Makuta?” asked Iruini.

“I don’t think so,” Norik answered. “He’s not this subtle. I think this is one of those traps Pouks was so relieved we missed out on.”

“Well, it could be worse,” said Kualus. “I mean, given time, I’m sure we can figure a way to get free.”

“Why do I think time is the last thing we’ll be given?” said Bomonga. “Do you smell that?”

They all did. It was a hot, metallic scent that wafted from the tunnel up ahead. They all knew what it was, but Norik was the first to speak it aloud.

“It’s molten protodermis,” he said quietly. “And it’s headed this way.”

Mamy 5 mógłby ktoś przetłumaczyć.

Hagah są w środku, i zaczyna się sajgon, i jest wspominak o Bara Magna, świecie Glatorian... Chyba jest więcej powiązań, niż przypuszczamy. Tak czy siak część fajna.

Dobra, przetłumaczyłem brakujący fragment części 4. i część 5.

No to nasza trójka Toa na Artidaxie ma niezłe kłopoty. Jak nie zeżrą ich Visoraki to spopilei lawa.
Część bardzo dobrze napisana , podobają mi się dialogi.

Część taka średnia. Ważne, że mamy potwierdzenie nazwy Bara Magna.

I kolejna część

Toa Jaller stood on the beach of Artidax, his body locked rigid by Takadox's hypnotic trance. Next to him, Hahli and Nuparu stood, similarly paralyzed. None of the three were aware of what was going on around them, which was probably for the best.
Artidax was about to be the scene of a disaster. Its volcano was mere moments away from exploding, raining fire and ash on anything unfortunate enough to be around. Not knowing this, the Toa Mahri had brought the Heart of the Visorak here, a beacon that would summon the entire Visorak horde to this spot. The idea had been to strand them here. What no one knew was that Takadox was hiding on this island, and he hypnotized the three Toa and stole their ship, intending to make his escape.
Worse, the Visorak had arrived, and were even now scuttling across the beach toward the Toa Mahri.
All in all, not the best day the Toa Mahri ever had...
Visorak, it is said, never forget.
The specimens now approaching the Toa Mahri had seen Toa before, 1000 years or so ago in Metru Nui. It had been a different team, of course, but to Visorak, one Toa looks much like another. They could remember, if dimly, the pain the Toa had caused them, and they could remember the hate.
But they recalled one thing more. Toa might appear weak, beaten, or defeated, and then suddenly lash out with devastating effectiveness. It wouldn't do to rush up to their apparently helpless foes and possibly walk into a trap. So they hung back a bit, cautiously probing to see if the Toa would react. Others began to scout - if these Toa really were frozen, as they seemed to be, something had done it to them. Could that something still be on the island, waiting to do it to the Visorak?
Jaller had a thought. This was very strange, as he wasn't capable of thinking at the moment. But some tiny part of his consciousness that was still active realized the answer: the thought was not his.
This is no way for a Toa to die.
That little spark of awareness was followed by a slightly larger one of recognition. He had heard that voice before. It belonged to Makuta. Although it had sounded different when it came from the mouth of the robotic Maxilos, the arrogant one was the same.
The voice continued. Paralyzed on a beach, about to be slain by Visorak or incinerated by lava? Is that the stuff of which legends are made? I think not. No, don't bother looking around for me... not that you could, in your condition. I am not on Artidax, but somewhere far away. Still, my powers have increased, so I can see and speak to you just the same. Jaller, Jaller... Vakama had such hopes for you, and look at you now. As a Toa, you make a good statue.
Of course, I should object to what you had planned for my Visorak... you and whoever set the volcano to erupt. But you didn't know about that, did you? And it would be such a shame to miss "seeing" your expression when you find out the truth...
Jaller felt a sudden jolt of pain, sharp and agonizing. It cut through the fog caused by Takadox's hypnosis. In that moment, he awakened, his mind reeling. Someone had been talking to him... but who? What had they said? What had just happened?
There wasn't time to puzzle it out, not with Nuparu and Hahli in trances and Visorak now closing in. With no other choice, Jaller hurled small fireballs at his two partners, just enough to singe them. As he hoped, the pain shocked them awake.
"Hey!" snapped Nuparu. "What's the idea?"
"Not dying, that's the idea," said Jaller. "We need to get off this island."
Hahli was already at work, summoning a wall of water to smash into the oncoming Visorak. Jaller threw up a wall of flame to block those coming from behind. Both Toa and Visorak alike froze at the sound of a rumble like thunder, coming from the volcano.
"Uh oh," said Nuparu. "I may not be the lava fan you are, Jaller, but I know enough about volcanoes to know what that sound means. It's going to blow!'
"Mata Nui," whispered Hahli. "Do you think that was why we were supposed to bring the Visorak here? So they could be killed?"
Something was nagging at Jaller, a memory of something he had heard, but he couldn't put his finger on what. But somehow he knew he was speaking the truth when he said, "Yes. I think someone planned this... and I'm not sure they cared if we got caught in the middle."
"Our ship is gone!" said Nuparu. A half dozen Visorak moved on them. A shot from his Cordak blaster convinced them to back off.
"Then we swim," said Jaller.
"To where? We're in the middle of nowhere," Nuparu pointed out.
"It's swim, fry, or be a Visorak's lunch," said Jaller. "Take your pick."
"Did I ever tell you how much I love the water?" said Nuparu. Triggering his elemental power, he churned up the ground in front of the Toa, creating a path temporarily free of Visorak leading to the water.
"Go!" yelled Jaller.
The three broke into a run and dove into the ocean. Behind them, the Visorak milled about for a moment, confused. Their prey was getting away, but the Heart of the Visorak was here. They had to stay where the Heart was, didn't they?
Out in the water, the Toa were battling their way through more of the Visorak horde, all headed inexorably for the island. Jaller looked over his shoulder. For a moment, he was tempted to destroy the Heart. But that would mean having a horde of Visorak on he and his friends in a moment.
It's what a Toa should do, he thought. Toa don't kill, after all... or help someone else do it. But maybe this is a new world – one where you can't trust your friends or your enemies. Maybe all we can do is try to stay alive.
The Toa were still too close when the Artidax volcano exploded. Hahli grabbed her two friends and pulled them underwater just as flaming chunks of rock started landing all around them. On the beach, the assembled Visorak found themselves too close to the disaster to escape. The horde, which had brought pain and death to so many, now reaped the reward for their acts.
"Now what?" said Nuparu, when the Toa had surfaced again. "We're a long way from home."
"We'll get there, one way or the other," said Jaller. "And then we're going to have a little talk with a certain black-armored female and get some answers... or we're going to start a war of our own."