Toa Rheka: vhalyn.VIRUS
Summary: When six Matoran are called to the Toa Suva, they know full well what they have been chosen for. What they didn't foresee is the deadly Vhalyn virus being dropped into the Suva and corrupting their transformations. Now they must come to terms with their new jobs as Toa, their mission, and the strange new powers they have been given.
Warnings: Contains OC pairings, mild violence, swearing, and other content that may offend. If you are offended by this work of Fanfiction, please do not shout it. Keep it civil.
Yep. Another one from ChainDemi, this time set in the Toa-Metru era. The reason the genders and elements have been messed up and one of the fundamental laws of Bionicleverse broken is because this story is not my idea. I'm just writing it. The original idea for Toa Rheka: vhalyn.VIRUS is (c) to my brother.
Please don't eat me. TT. I'm still young and terrified of the mirror.
Toa Rheka: vhalyn.VIRUS: Prologue.
Anyone who is anyone knows the legend of the scientist-Toa Vhalyn. She experimented constantly with the bodies and souls of Matoran, Toa and Rahi, dead or alive, usually with their permission. At last, as her youth began to fade, she made a breakthrough in her discovery of a chemical that changed the element of the Toa to something that reflected their soul.
However, someone corrupted the chemical and this lead to it becoming a menace- a Toa exposed to it who wasn't strong enough to withstand the power became completely insane. Other Toa were possessed by strange spirits. All the Toa, regardless of their strength of character, acquired volatile new powers, ones that, if not properly managed, lead to the downfall of almost all the Island Circle. Only about five islands lived through the disaster, of hundreds.
The virus fell into the hands of an organisation known as the Disciples of Chaos and has not appeared since. All sincerely hope that it will not affect the remaining islands and the few that rebuilt themselves afterwards in the years to come.
Little did they know the virus would affect the lives of six Matoran so drastically their home island would never see "Unity, Duty, Destiny" or Toa-hood the same.
Such is the tale of the Toa Vhalyn.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
"Sanriak. You have a visitor."
The chilly voice was expected- Amahh of Ko-Rheka was a Ko-Matoran, after all, and the cold words were a front her daughter Sanriak saw through immediately. "Yes, Mother. I'm coming." She called back, her tone slightly less chilly, but still clipped and restrained. The Ko-Matoran got up off her floor- cluttered with musical instruments, sheet music, and technical drawings.
However, the visitor made her jaw immediately drop, her blank façade dropping immediately to reveal an incredulous yet pleased expression. "Nimir!" she exclaimed joyfully, before she got her emotions under control and controlled her furious blush. Nimir wasn't allowed to know that she'd held a torch for him for three years, and she had no intention of letting him know.
The Le-Matoran chronicler, predictably, was totally oblivious. "It's wonderful-lovely to visit-see you again, Sanry, but it's only to deliver-give you this. The wise-Turaga told me to. I do wonder-ask why, though. I am not a courier." He dumped a wrapped parcel into her hands, then turned and skipped down the road, whistling. Sanry stared blankly after him.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
"There you are, Akilini-head courier-messenger! I've been wait-looking for you for nearly four hours, you know."
"Oh, Nimir, I am truly sorry! I have been running around like a maniac all day, delivering messages and parcels in Onu-Rheka!" Makaia of Po-Rheka cried out in dismay, twisting her hands together in the picture of abashed apology.
Nimir couldn't help himself. He smirked at the difference between the calm and collected Sanriak, and the emotional, open-as-a-book Makaia. She didn't notice, ranting about her own stupidity until she realised something and started, eyes widening. "This is not a social visit, is it? Otherwise you would have come another day…"
"Right-true. The Turaga asked me to give you this. Don't deliver it by mistake, It's precious-rare or something." Nimir handed her the package. She weighed it and whistled. "Heavy." She commented, putting it into the side-pocket of her backpack.
The Chronicler nodded. "Two down, four to go." He commented, before walking past her, as though he'd simply stopped the Hau-wearing courier to have an innocent chat. Makaia stared after him, blinking. "What was that about, hmm?" she asked herself, before running in the opposite direction to deliver more messages.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
Lhyran twisted the wire he was holding deftly, folding it back in on itself, until it formed a slightly wonky Kakama. He was on break, thankfully- he wouldn't be called back to work for at least another hour. That was why he was surprised when Ren, one of his fellow apprentices, tapped him on the shoulder.
"Is break really over this soon?" he asked sceptically, putting down the wire. The Onu-Matoran shrugged. "Nimir wants to see you. Is that all right?" he asked, sounding slightly apologetic. "Yes, that's fine. I'll go see him, if no-one minds."
Leaving the wire with a regretful glance, the red figure tramped down the stairs to the door. "About time, fire-spitter. Do you labour-work on the last-top floor of the forge?" the Chronicler asked cheerily, handing Lhyran a package. "It's not a Kanoka disk; otherwise I wouldn't be act-playing courier. Do not make a kanohi mask out of it."
Lhyran blinked and nearly dropped the lump of brown cloth Nimir had given him out of sheer surprise. "What…" he began, bewildered, but Nimir had already gone. Sighing, Lhyran lugged the package back to where he'd been sitting and, using more wire, began to shape a body for the wire-mask he'd made.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
"Miss Xahany?"
Xahany turned and scowled prettily at the Chronicler. "I am not letting you pilot, Nimir, cute though you are. She's brand new and not up to your questionable driving skills." She snapped, straightening her Miru. Nimir looked put-out. "It's quick-fast. But that's not the cause-reason." He said, sounding slightly sulky. Xahany's face took on an alarmed look "That older sister of mine hasn't hurt herself, has she?" she asked weakly.
The Le-Matoran shook his head. "Makaia is fine. I saw her earlier, she hasn't broken anything." He said truthfully. "I had to give her one of these odd-strange packages too." The Chronicler added as an afterthought. Xahany looked troubled. "I hate to say this, Nimir, but this really bothers me. Why…never mind. Should I get Ary to give you a ride back to Le-Rheka?"
"I'm good-fine; Onu-Rheka's only a short walk away." Nimir said, cheerful. "And then to sing-song Le-Rheka!" He gave her the parcel and walked off, whistling merrily. Xahany went back to scrubbing the older of her two boats, thoughtful.
She couldn't see the future, but she didn't like the shape of that package. Even cushioned with an overdone amount of cloth, it looked suspiciously like the Mata Nui representation stone…But she could thin about that later.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
Miran of Onu-Rheka turned away from the hammer he was bending back into its proper shape to stare blankly at the bright green figure hurtling down the tunnel, a slightly curious look on his otherwise unreadable face. "Miran, hey! Haven't seen you for a while, how are you?"
The miner blinked slowly, but otherwise there was no response. "Anyway, Miran, the Turaga wanted me to give you this." Nimir added, feeling unsettled by the younger male's prolonged silence. "I think it could-might be precious-rare or something."
He was rewarded by the Onu-Matoran's eyes widening slightly, but otherwise there was no response. "..."
"Uh..."
"Do you need a Ussal Crab back to Le-Rheka?"
"MATA NUI YOU CAN TALK AFTER ALL!"
Nimir stared in open astonishment. "Ahari owes me twenty widgets now!" he exclaimed happily, waving his arms around. Miran looked nonplussed. "Of course I talk. I spoke to you that time with the Nui-Jaga and the bowl of cream." he muttered, sitting down on a rock. "Oh, yeah. That. Anyway, I've gotta leave-go. Bye!"
Miran raised a hand and began "But you didn't answer my…" but Nimir had already left.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
Nimir sighed happily as he fell out of the lift into Le-Rheka. Nice though travelling was, it was still good to be in his home-village. The last package was sitting in his hand- he knew he wouldn't have to look for the owner. He knew her all too well for that. True to form, after barely three seconds of standing outside the lift, Cei of Le-Rheka had emerged and pounced on him.
"Nimir! Just standing there looking like a Akilini-head, what do you name-call yourself other than an FOOL-IDIOT! What happened to 'Hello", has that fallen out of use?" Cei demanded, crossing her arms and glaring. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"
"Oh, yes, there you are, Cei, I was watch-looking for you. The Turaga asked me to give you this thing."
Cei took the bundle and stared at it curiously. "Imma going to unwrap it." She announced, then sat down, unwrapping the cloth as she went. "Fwee, there's a lot of packaging, what a waste. Hmmm. Oh…aaaaaaaiiiiii?" Cei shook off the last of the packaging and held up the contents. "Ah-ah-aaaaaaaaaah?" she squeaked, eyes wide.
Nimir prised Cei's fingers apart and stared at what had once been a large-ish brown package. "What…" he began, then stared at Cei, realisation of the task he had unwittingly carried out dawning.
-vhalyn.VIRUS-
In Ko-Rheka, a student let out a stream of most unladylike words in sheer shock. Her name was Sanriak.
In Po-Rheka, a young courier keeled over in a dead faint. Her name was Makaia.
In Ta-Rheka, a senior apprentice shouted in surprise and dropped a hot wire on his foot. His name was Lhyran.
In Ga-Rheka, a boat-pilot accidentally slopped water over her boat's motor. Her name was Xahany.
In Onu-Rheka, a miner slipped and fell nearly 10 feet, landing unharmed but in shock. His name was Miran.
In Le-Rheka, an acrobat let out a resounding shriek. Her name was Cei.
It was clear to them all what they had been chosen for me. None of them knew what was going to happen. Just as well, they would have thrown the Toa-stones in the sea if they had.