Power of the Cordakah, Chapter 4

Kiran had never battled a water creature before, even in all the time he was the appointed Rahi wrangler of Po-Makuta. At least, it looked like a creature, without true signs of intelligence.

That was what everybody thought when they get their first glance of Takea, the Slavedriver of Ga-Makuta, but soon everybody finds out that he was just the opposite. Nobody truly knew if Takea was actually primal, or if he acted like it as a mask to show his true intelligence, which he truly reveals only to those who receive the business end of his schemes and sword.

Nevertheless, only Takea knew his true intelligence level, and it looked like today he wasn't going to show it.

Kiran raised two old climbing tools in self defense as Takea's sword, a nasty looking thing that looked like the tail of a Takea shark aligned with what was once shark teeth, came down on the matoran-turned-Toa. The blade came down hard, almost knocking Kiran senseless.

Kiran stooped, catching his breath, looking around for some alternative that could give him an edge against such a powerful foe. As he did so, he kept a wary eye on his foe, who at the same time was glancing upward at the cheering crowd.

"Do you see them boy?" Takea hissed at Kiran as he still looked up at the crowd, "They cheer for me, a creature who would sooner eat them and torture them than side with them. And here you are, a simple matoran who thought he could resist the Slavedrivers' whip, now jeered at and being used for simple combat practice! Such irony, is it not?"

Kiran almost dropped his tools in surprise. He had never heard of Takea, the lone wolf Slavedriver of savagery, being capable of speech, let alone speak like some Turaga from a place like the legendary Metru Nui!

"Well," said Kiran, catching himself as he realized that he was in a vulnerable state, "at least I will die fighting for what I believe in!"

"Wrong, boy," said Takea, turning his serpent-like eyes at the Toa. Kiran almost froze under the gaze of such a monstrous set of eyes, eyes that looked like they belonged to something that had died and forgot they were supposed to decay. Takea brought his shark-like body to its full height, almost dwarfing Kiran.

"You die as a pitiful slave!"


Galah was having problems of her own. She was fighting against Lehxor, a Slavedriver who was known to be as insane as he was savage! Lehxor was said to have come from the island of Xia, a place known for its bloodthirsty race and the scientific "creations" that they came up with. Lehxor was said to have also been a Skakdi, although he looked nothing like one: His body was different shades of green, his eyes were like those from a nightmare, and he was so skinny that he looked like the vines of a tree, and there were rumors that he was capable of flying. Oh, yeah; his four green arms had infected blades permanently attached to his body!

Galah did the best that she could to keep her body from being touched by the deadly blades, which kept speeding up so fast that it was a miracle that she didn't get cut to bits! She occasionally used the lightweight blades she was given to protect her unprotected body from becoming scratched by the whirling swords, and occasionally used them in offense herself by deflecting blows from her opponent's occasional kicks.

She could tell the battle wasn't going well in her favor. All Lehxor did was go faster, cackling with delight for every successful hit he made on her axes from his mighty swords. It made Galah think of what the crazy Skakdi was truly trying to do.

"Heeheeheehee!" cackled the Slavedriver in delight, "I'm gonna cut you up and feed you to the Birds, Slave! Hahahahahaha! If poison from my blades don't kill you first, my blade running through you will! Heeheehee! Maybe if you lucky you fall off cliff behind you flat on silly face!

So that was his plan! Galah, quickly looked over her shoulder as she deflected another of Lehxor's blows. Sure enough, not more than three yards away, the edge of the ring could be seen, and Lehxor was slowly backing her up to it!

The insane Skakdi was actually trying to send her over the cliff!

Galah quickly thought up a course of action. She knew that if she didn't try something soon, there would be three courses her life could take her; death by dismemberment, death by poison, or death by full body concussion from a 5,000 foot drop from the edge of a plateau!

Suddenly, it hit her! She began to back up a little more towards the edge as Lehxor kept attacking, making it look like she was beginning to lose her footing and falling backwards.

Lehxor saw the change in Galah's pace, and began to frenzy even faster. He kept attacking her so fast that Galah knew that if she didn't block the blows fast enough she would die before her plan went into work. She just kept going backwards until she was about three feet away from Lehxor, then pushed him backwards.

She stooped low, taking heavy breaths. Lehxor stopped and cocked his head as Galah dropped her axes next to her. She stood up and raised her arms out, fully exposing her chest to the Slavedriver.

"You win," she said, "Just get it over with!"

Lehxor grinned wide. He lounged at Galah, a war cry on his lips, his blades whirling like helicopter rotors.

This was exactly as Galah hoped for.

She neatly sidestepped the oncoming Slavedriver. Lehxor glanced back at Galah as he realized that she had set a trap for him! He actually jumped off of the cliff!

Galah didn't even glance back to see if he fell. She picked up her axes and neatly walked to the center of the ring, where she bet to herself she would be forced to meet her next challenge.

Suddenly, she heard a whirling sound behind her. She turned around, and almost fell backwards in shock to see Lehxor neatly flying through the air, using his blades like separate helicopter rotors, flying neatly around the ring in circles and cackling insanely.

Oh well, Galah thought, here we go again.


Sentik was almost completely ignoring his battle. He could not believe what he had done to earn such a punishment, to go from successful peacemaker to brutal murderer in a single day.

Nobody even knew the full extent of what happened between him and Teros, and the reason why he had to push him off of the edge of the plateau, the biggest drop any one matoran could face!

It was Teros who asked him to.

Teros had been a little crazy for an old man. He kept on going about prophecies that the world would fall if the Brotherhood were to take over, and that Makuta Nui must be freed from the evil that contained it. He even went on about how the Brotherhood drove out Makuta Nui's true people, and that the true rulers of Makuta Nui must return to power before the most ancient of all evils were to come into control.

As much as Sentik thought that Teros was crazy, he respected the old man because he was almost wiser than a Turaga, and was his mentor to boot. Teros told of a day when they all would become great heroes, and would be charged with the destiny of purging Makuta Nui of the evil force that controlled it. Sentik was loved by Teros like a father loved his son, and Sentik shared equal feelings with his old mentor.

So when Teros told Sentik to push him off the Plateau, he was heartbroken.

Teros explained that he felt that a great power was about to come over his body when he died, and he also explained that he could no longer remain in this world the way he was. He told Sentik that he was to push him as hard as he could, and never forget the lessons that he had taught him.

Now Sentik was to be punished for something he didn't want to do in the first place; he had killed his mentor, his teacher, his friend!

He felt a slight pain as a club came down on him. He looked up at Kiro, a winged Makuta Slavedriver from Onu-Makuta, who was his opponent.

Kiro grinned menacingly at the slave, challenging him to get up, "Come on now, you pitiful excuse of a slave! Let's see what you can do, peacekeeper!"

Sentik ground his fist into the rock that made up the floor of the arena. A tear fell from his mask, freezing as it hit the cold ground. Never. Never again would he make peace with such heartless monsters! For the first time in his life, Sentik was going to fight to the death!

He picked up the rapier that was to be his weapon. In the other hand he picked up a thick shield made of ice. He made a final act of defiance and prepared a battle stance!

"Let's see what you got, Kinloka breath!" he shouted, and then charged!

It was right about then when six red bolts of energy hit the ground directly in the center of all six arenas! Toa and Slavedriver stood in shock as they all saw something that would change their lives forever!

Kerian: Well now...now we know a little more about the other three Toa and the Slavedrivers they have to fight. I think it's time that I gave you guys some descriptions about their appearances.

Lexhor: A Skakdi (Piraka) who has four arms, each one with a poisonous blade permanently attached to the hand. Completely green, and wearing a head similar to Vezon (a mask instead of a green head).

Kiro: A former Makuta, turned into a Slavedriver when he helped cause a series of accidents that helped to destroy the reputation of the Makuta. Though he can form wings from his back, he can't create a shadow-hand or any other Makuta powers due to a set of armor that will kill him if he tries. Carries a mace and a chain (mace comes from Toa Metru Nuju), and wears a mask of Night Vision (Metru style). Wears black armor.

Takea: Not much is known about Takea, save that he acts very much like an animal. However, his primal appearance hides his true intelligence, which he only reveals when people recieve the back end of his schemes. He has a blue Rakshi head, a powerful Hyro Axe, and claws on his free hand. Is blue and black.

Seelkath: The leader of the Slavedrivers, Seelkath has a primal and deadly appearance, and would sooner eat you than shake hands with you. He wears real basic and brown armor, carries a shock spear (a spear that has a chain attached to it and, in the story, will shock people with lightning), and has a light-brown Rakshi head.

Rakhurst: (Didn't mention him earlier), once a Toa, though imprisoned and later captured by Makuta after doing a terrible crime. Rakhurst is a former Toa of Fire that is the Slavedriver of Ta-Makuta. He carries a Zamor Rifle and a Staff of Command. Wears a Mask of Invisibility.

Thokros: Not much is known about Thokros, because he'd kill you if you ever learned more about his past. (Uh-oh...HRRK! He's got me!!!) Picture a very pimped-up version of Thok. He carries a powerful Ice axe (Nuju Hordika's weapons combined together to make an axe), and a Zamor pistol.

Okay, that's it as far as that's considered. Me out!

-Kerian