Hi guys. So this is my first story I've decided to write so it may not be as good as some other stories. As a child, I played with many Bionicle sets and after discovering them again, I created some new figures and I thought about writing a story about their adventures, victories and failures. It's set in a new universe but it does have some previous items from the original. I respect your opinions and reviews, both positive and negative. It will help in future chapters. Well that's enough of me talking. Enjoy the story!
Bionicle: The Axalara Wars
Chapter 1: Desert Solider
Deep within the mechanical confines of the Codrex, something was disturbing the peace. Long has it been since the final battle between Mata Nui and Makuta Teridax and the forming of Spherus Magna, nothing had entered the Codrex in millennia. But now, the silence had broken. The humming engines of the Axalara T9 were shaking the confines before a loud boom. It slowly rose above the ground before disappearing in a flash, leaving without a trace. But the strangest thing was that it had no pilot…
"Remind me why I'm here again, Sir!" The loud voice boomed across the desert landscape. This voice belonged to a veteran solider, one of the top ranking soldiers of the National Army. Number 147, but is known only as 'Spectre' to everyone else. He was not one to use swords but someone to use more modern weapons such as guns and long ranged sniper rifles because he felt more suited to use weapons that he built himself (he was an expert in mechanics) and had a bit more precision in locating the enemy and getting the first strike on them. His mechanical body had seen better days but was helpful in the many wars he played his role in. His mask was attached to a canister on his back which helps him to breathe because of a problem from a battle that affected his mask and therefore his life.
Spectre was not someone who was easily annoyed but on this occasion, he had reason too. One moment he was in his quarters, and then he received a message from the Commander to head to the desert 1000 miles away, without an explanation. Like any other solider, he would normally get the information beforehand about a mission and then prepare for the unknown. However today, this tradition failed him.
"Never in my service to the National Army has this happened, and I must ask, why now?" A small hologram of the Commander sighed in front him. "Now Spectre. This had to be done somewhere where the rest of the army couldn't hear this." Spectre was now intrigued. This was new from the commander; he was not one to hide secrets. He was also one to send teams on missions in faraway locations. But this time he was alone. "Go on. You've piqued my curiosity."
The hologram smiled and started the reason he was here. "3 days ago, our satellites picked up an unidentified object headed towards our planet. We weren't able to shoot it down because of its blinding speed zooming past the defences, almost like a red comet. We were then told that it touched down in the desert a few miles from your current location. We sent Beta Squad to investigate, but we ran into some problems. It seems that this 'red comet' has tampered with our connections and we lost contact with them yesterday. Where you stand is where our connections can still reach. Your mission: locate Beta Squad and try to re-establish a connection with me, then head towards the area where the 'comet' touched down and investigate. Send a message then when you've discovered what it is. Safe journey, Spectre." The hologram ended, leaving the only sounds being a small wind picking up around him and his own breathing. Spectre had never felt more alone and vulnerable. But he reassured himself by grabbing his rifle and started tracking for a sign of Beta Squad. "Well, let's go," he said to himself. Little did he know how much this mission would affect him and the rest of the universe…