Toa Savage. A Bionicle fanfic

Disclaimer: Bionicle belongs to Lego, all the stuff quoted belongs to the original authors, blah blah. The Savage are mine, though. MINE. The Boss can take 50% joy though.

Darkness settled over Zakaz, broken only by the staccato sound of gunfire, and the dull thud of zamor launchers being fired. Two armoured figures raced through the night, each carrying enough weapons to defeat a small army. A monolithic fortress loomed in front of them, forbidding and dark. The warriors leaped through the air and latched onto the walls of the fortress, grunting with effort as they hauled themselves up the mountain. Several grueling minutes later, and the two warriors crawled through a window. "Hey, Krok." The warrior in orange whispered, "we have a bit of a problem."

The other warrior, Krok, sighed: "What is it, Fractaz."

"We don't have enough weapons to take out the entire fortress by ourselves. I'll need at least six more guns." Krok sighed. He really didn't need to go through the briefing again. "Look, Fractaz, we aren't here to slaughter a fortress. We are here to sabotage the defenses and allow Masutā's forces in. They will do most of the slaughtering, and we will have completed the mission and gotten paid. What part of that wasn't clear."

"The part where we don't kill everyone?"

"Sigh"

As they made their way through the fortress, they heard the familiar sound of Skakdi armour, clanking up the stairs towards them. As the unfortunate guard rounded the corner, Fractaz unlimbered his cannons, and misted the red Skakdi's head, green brains splattering across the wall. Fractaz holstered his cannons and walked past, cooly unconcerned about the corpse cluttering the staircase, pausing only to check his weapons for anything worth taking.

"Krok, I think I just wasted a bullet. This guy only has a coupla widgets, nothing valuable."

"Those ridiculous Matoran widgets. I have never found a use for any." Krok remarked, scanning the hall for any sign of incoming enemies.

Their path led them towards their goal: The Nektann control hub, the nerve center of the fortress' automated defenses. The place was heavily guarded, six elite Skakdi warriors standing outside, along with six high power Nektann. Krok felt slightly apprehensive about attacking the enemy without the other three members of his little group. "Where in the pit are the others? Fractaz, we can't complete the mission without them." he hissed to his companion. Fractaz rolled his eyes, supremely unconcerned whether their teammates showed up or not. As long as he got to crack skulls, he didn't care what happened. The two of them waited, hoping for an opening to wreak havoc. Then, all hell broke loose. A figure in grey armour ran into the room, glowing with a reddish light, and swinging a sword that was almost as big as he was. He charged the nearest Skakdi, and decapitated him, letting blood spray through the air in a crimson shower. From another corner, a discordant humming emerged, shattering a Nektann, and damaging a Skakdi. And from above, there was a blood curdling screech and a flash of white...which didn't do anything at all. "Damnit! The Doomerang did not do what it is supposed to do"

"No one is surprised, Squirt."

"Shut up Erkaan, we can't all be invincible."

"However, you always seem to suck, Darek." yelled the grey warrior, Erkaan, as he warded off another blow from the golden Skakdi he was locked in combat with. Krok facepalmed. How were they going to complete the mission if they keep showboating and toying with their foes, he thought, hurling his shuriken through the torso of a green armoured Skakdi. Several brutal, gory minutes later, the six Skadi and six Nektann were lying in pieces on the floor in a pool of blood.

"Okay boys, it's time to complete the mission" Krok stepped over the broken bodies and into the control hub. He raised the zamor launcher with the purple and black sphere that was supposedly going to induce a self-destruct sequence in the control hub. "Men, jump. We have one minute after this bad boy fires to get the frok out of dodge." Krok fired the sphere, which turned intangible on contact with the target, unleashing its dark payload. The system sparked once, and a timer started to count down.

"Deploy chutes!

The other three Skakdi jumped out of the fortress, parachutes blossoming out behind them. Krok and Fractaz prepared to jump, when Krok paused. "Fractaz, where, exactly, is my parachute?" he growled.

"About that, well, I kinda swapped them for more bullets." Fractaz shuffled his feet and murmured. "You WHAT?" Krok screamed, "This whole base is about to explode, and YOU SWAPPED OUR CHUTES FOR BULLETS?

"WELL, I'M A GUNNER! WHAT DO I USE A PARACHUTE FOR, HUH?

Krok sighed, "Okay. I have an idea. Grab this" He handed Fractaz one of his shuriken, and pulled out his other. "When I say jump, jump."

"Wait, you aren't serious. We're not going to do this."

"Well, we wouldn't have to if someone hadn't traded our parachutes. Now JUMP!" Krok jumped out of the window, and used the shuriken as a snowboard, riding the rough surfaces of the fortress as it detonated behind him. Fractaz followed suit, whooping at the top of his voice: "THIS IS SO AWESOME!" The shockwave of the blast hit them, and blew them like leaves towards the beach, the impact nearly shattering their armour. The two looked at each other, and started laughing, fistbumping in triumph.

"We survived!"

"Yeah! And this job is gonna pay well!"

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A dark figure watched them. To the casual observer, the being would have been obscured by the shadows that caressed its armour, but to someone with excellent night vision, the fearsome visage of the Makuta Kikkushiri. "These ones...are compatible."