Welcome to chapter 1 of my Bionicle fanfiction! I have written a few chapters in advance as a buffer zone for when I inevitably get distracted. Feel free to point out any grammatical errors (I won't be offended). All credit goes to their respective owners. I do not own Bionicle (If I did it would still be going...) but I do own the OCs. I have a MOCpages account where I have the OCs built there if you wish to see them (I'm called Porauku on MOCpages - check out my MOCs!) Enjoy!
The names are pronounced Ga-SHEE-ma and Po-ROAR-koo, by the way.

Chapter 1: The End of my Past, the Start of my Future

Get up.
A voice from inside the realms of my mind echoed out to me amidst the nothingness that threatened to engulf me. It sounded as though the words were made from within myself yet at the same time, it had an unfamiliar, acidic sound to it. Get up.

Unknown voices in my head were the least of my concerns as I slowly started to move like an Ash Bear after hibernation. Darkness filled my vision – or lack of it – as a groan escaped my Kanohi. The groggy feeling swirling around my head was a persistent little acid fly as I reached up for my mask to correct its skewed positioning. I was greeted by the sight of stone and rock. Lots and lots of it. Sand too. A ceiling decorated with stalactites hung above me. It was a while before I realised what I should have noticed immediately. I did not remember this cave. I did not remember my surroundings. The last thing I remember was...
...Was nothing.

I remembered nothing. Not even a name to my credit, no known home to return to. Nothing. The hopelessness began to set in as I continued to examine the cave. Checking all of my joints, I saw no broken circuits, no gears out of position and my armour seemed close to intact. I raise my arm to my chest to notice the rough surface of my chest armour. Not normal but it was a minor concern. As I raised my left arm, however, I notice that it was notably devoid of armour, only the black and grey dermis showing. On my right arm, I saw my boneshield was still there – When I say still, I assume it was there before whatever happened. My mask, the Kanohi Akaku (that much, I remember) began scanning the area and myself. Heartlight illumination rate: Normal. Lung efficiency: 82%. Temperature: 25°C. A proximity scan revealed I was in a place called the Onu-Wahi Desert.

It took a while to assure myself I was fine, aside from the obvious loss of memory. The Akaku alerted me to a nearby life-form. Muscle memory dictated that I leapt to my feet and grab my boomerang. Nothing to be found. I reach for my waist to grab whatever weapon was there. Whatever weapon was supposed to be there. As the Kanohi zoomed in on the distant figure by the fire, I noticed that the figure was blue with white over-armour, looking at me with amusement. A large piece of black apparatus was perched on their back – Some kind of water movement aid? – as well as two smaller fans connected to the back of their heels that slowly twirled with the small amounts of wind that entered this cavern.

My boneshield was raised protectively. They stood up and I noticed that the Matoran was smaller than I was. The figure said nothing, only placing some weapons away from themselves to show that they meant no harm. On closer inspection, they appeared to be my weapons. A tan arm-mounted crossbow with bolts that would clip perfectly onto my arm, a boomerang and a small dagger. They couldn't have been the figure's weapons, the crossbow looked too big for their arm and the other weapons also didn't seem to have been made wherever she hailed from. I noticed none of the weapons in this cave belonged to the figure. A silence filled the cave and only the wispy air from outside settled between us.

"My name is Gashema of Ga-Koro and I mean no harm. You were unconscious outside," She gestured to the maw of the cave. A small wind passed the entrance and I saw the night sky. The crackling fire caught my attention. Gashema noticed my intrigue of the bright flames that lapped at the nearby firewood.
"It gets quite cool on the Onu-Wahi desert when the moon rises," Her gaze turned to the weapons.
"These were scattered around you. Yours, I assume?" She questioned. Gashema spoke clearly and with a slightly hushed tone, like a hidden sadness tormented her.
I nodded to answer the question and stood there.
"You can pick them up; I'm no Kane-Ra – I won't bite,"
I briefly broke eye contact to turn to my weapons and back to Gashema.
"You don't say a lot, do you? Where do you hail from? what is your name?"
I searched thoroughly through my memory banks but it turned up nothing. I glanced to the side in guilt, unable to answer the simplest of questions.
"It's okay if you don't know. We can figure it out together, if you'd like," Offered Gashema. Looking down, I saw her hand was outstretched in a gesture of friendship.

I returned the motion. I looked to my weapons and begin to place them on my person. The feeling of being protected again swept through me as the weapon systems appeared on my mask interface. I clipped the crossbow to my left arm but I left it unloaded. Standard protocol engraved on the side of the shell dictated that I leave it unloaded until I needed it – Also, I thought it would be unsettling to have someone with a loaded weapon with you that you barely know. The boomerang clasped to my hip armour; slightly cracked, but I doubted it would affect its performance. I picked up my dagger and, again, noticed she lacked any weapons. The dagger seemed to be of the right size and balance for her size, more so than my size. I spun the dagger around in my hand before I decided what to do and I gave it to her. She accepted the dagger and, looking at it with a look of awe hidden behind her mask, she performed a few test swings. Gashema inspected the handle and some writing engraved into it caught her eye:
"Po... Porou... Poraki – kou! Porauku! It's a name and I bet my back-mounted turbine that it's yours! Pleased to meet you, Porauku." My mask covered my entire face, obstructing her view of my enormous grin at the discovery of a memory. My name. Porauku.
She motioned to the cave floor.
"The sun's rising. We should wait for dusk before heading outside. Don't want to fry that amnesia-ridden memory bank of yours," She quipped.
I chuckled at the remark. Glad to know my sense of humour was still in there. Either that or I had obtained a sense of humour.

Gashema looked at my armour.
"Are you a Ko-Matoran? That armour design does seem..." A brief pause as she thought of the right words.
"...reminiscent of the Ko-Koro style; bulky and camouflaged with the mountains of Ko-Wahi."
I looked down to notice a colour scheme of white and tan. It seemed like a good place to start.
"We head out when dusk hits," She said, an air of leadership in her voice. That was good to hear. Something told me I wasn't suited for leadership – also, it probably wouldn't have been a good idea to let the amnesiac lead the way.
The confidence in her voice filled me with confidence as well as hope that could find out how I ended up here.

"Look at you! We're already friends and you haven't even said a word. You're quite the Matoran, Porauku."

So, Porauku has amnesia, has met someone called Gashema and off they go the Ko-Koro! What do you think will happen on the way there? What will happen when they get there?

The start of an adventure worthy of being told by a chronicler (Or at least, I think so...) The first chapter is always one of the hardest things to do in writing - I gotta set up the plot, the characters, the setting, etc. I would like to give special thanks to Sumi-Sprite for Beta-reading it. The next update should be up... at some point. Reviews and ratings are welcome but you are under no obligation. Thanks!