Chapter 1: Stormy Welcome
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Thunder's roar echoed across the squall-engulfed beach, the palm trees shaken to their very roots by the wind that tore at them. Waves crashed with mighty hisses over the sand, retreating and charging forth time after time.
Whistling through the wind's currents, a large, oblong metal object splashed down into the waves, becoming caught in the crossfire of ocean and coast. The lights speckling its surface were only visible for moments at a time as it was sent hurtling to crash onto the soaked sands.
A silent bolt of lightning, crimson and immense, snapped its deadly jaws mere meters from the inland-pointing end of the object, warning the friend of its parent star that lay within that all was not well.
After a few minutes, the barely-visible lights on the canister slowly dimmed to nothing, and a mechanical hiss was heard as the object's lid slid aside to let the being within emerge. Seven feet tall, the once-dead warrior from an entirely different universe stood out boldly against the storm-rent night sky, taking stock of his surroundings, then dipped his head and set his shoulders, stepping forward to brave the winds.
As if some luggage of his had been left behind in a taxi, a broadsword with icicles and lightning etched into it sliced through the air and buried itself in the sand next to him. He paused momentarily, turning to look at it, then picked it up, cleaned it off, and continued onward.
His glowing yellow-green eyes were scanning the coast whenever they could, keeping track of any and all threats there might be. He was even more inclined to keep doing so after the recent events that had caused himself and his team to be here in the first place.
Speaking of his team, where might they be? He hoped they'd all at least managed to land in water, and not in some rugged canyon or other such dangerous terrain. Mata Nui, Jaller, Kongu, Hewkii, Nuparu, and, last but certainly not least, Hahli. They were all out there somewhere as well, equally lost and, quite possibly, equally alone. Would he ever get to see them again?
It seemed that such questions, unfortunately, would have to wait, for at that moment, the branch of an oak from much further inland came rushing towards him in the wake of the wind. With a resounding THUNK, he was hit upside the head and toppled slowly over to lay in the sands.
Perhaps he could just take a brief rest... He deserved one, after all he'd been through...didn't he...?...Yes... he, Toa Inika Matoro, would just take a tiny little nap... a snooze... nothing... more...
A/N: Sadly, I couldn't do anything to make the chapter any longer than it was before, BUT I shall be doing my best to do so as I rewrite the next chapters, so stay tuned!