Lack of Disclaimer: I skipped it last chapter, and, since you MUST have read the first chapter by now, and everyone knows I'm not C. A. Hapka or Greg Farshtey, I don't find a disclaimer necessary. I will, however, write something amusing in its place from now on.
By the way, the way Lhikan was reborn and the way the Toa were restored is my own concept, and not mentioned in any movie, book, video game, or anything else. Yes, I know that everyone thinks Lhikan's dead, but I LIKE living in denial!
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The boat ride had gone smoothly enough, and the Great Spirit reawakening seemed to have partially rebuilt Metru Nui. All the Rahi from the Onu-Metru archives had escaped, of course, but they would be recaptured in due time. At least some of the forges of Ta-Metru were still usable, and the sculptures in Po-Metru were, for the most part, intact if tipped a bit. The Le-Metru chutes were entirely totaled, though, and few Knowledge towers still stood. Many a tunnel had caved in. Ga-Metru, however, seemed almost completely undamaged, except for minor cracks in the walls. The Vahki remained, but had run out of power.
"Do you know how to restart and recharge the Vahki, Onewa?"
"Yeah, Vakama, but why?"
"Can they be reprogrammed to ignore Toa?"
"Oh, I see what you're getting at. Yes they can, and I can do it."
"Excellent," murmured Vakama.
The Toa and Matoran were marveling at the ruins, wondering how advanced this society had been.
"Isn't it beautiful, Ja-ja? Ja-ja? Jaller? Jaller!"
The Toa and Matoran turned toward the captain of the guard. He was clutching his head and groaning in pain. He stopped and fell the ground, eyes dim, heartlight flickering dangerously.
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Turaga Vakama furrowed his brow worriedly. Onewa had left with Pohatu, to find the Vahki control tower to reactivate and reprogram the Vahki, so the rebuilding would be assisted by them, as well as the enforcement of the law. Unfortunately, Jaller was dangerously ill, so no other Turaga could help direct the rebuilding, but instead needed to take care of him and comfort Hahli. Hahli, however, had left the building in tears, inconsolable. Thus, the five present Turaga were left to care for him. Vakama placed a warm, wet, Ga-Koro sail rag on Jaller's forehead, to cool it.
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Onewa and Pohatu had found the command center. That was the good news. The bad news was that a Nui-Jaga had found it first, and nested right in front of the door. Pohatu repeatedly kicked the scorpion and slashed at it with his climbing claws, while Onewa futilely whacked it with his stone hammer. Any normal Nui-Jaga would have surrendered by now, but this one fought with insane and dogged determination.
"Can't touch me, can't touch me," Pohatu jeered, dodging with amazing speed every time he repeated it. "Can't touch me, can't touch me, can't-OOF!"
The Nui-Jaga scored a solid hit in Pohatu's face with its stinger, knocking him out, and then turned on Onewa. Onewa stared in horror at what he was sure would be the last thing he saw.
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At that moment, a pale white ghostly cloud emerged from Jaller's mask and, to the Turagas' amazement, formed into Toa Lhikan. Flashes of light began pulsing from it, then an enormous blinding flash emitted from the figure, and Jaller instantly regained consciousness and health. Vakama stared at his hands in amazement. They were no longer the wide, round-fingered hands of a Matoran, but the muscled, angular hands of his old Toa form. He looked at the other Turaga, and saw that they had been restored to Toa form as well. Jaller stared in amazement at them, then turned his head and shouted, "Whoa, look!"
Toa Lhikan's ghost had solidified in to the one and only Toa Lhikan himself.
"Well," he said brushing dust off his armor. "I was wondering how long it would take you to bring me back."
"Huh?" uttered Vakama, thunderstruck.
"Well, any Toa can be restored by his mask returning to the place he guarded with a Matoran wearing it. Surely you knew that?"
"No," was the unanimous reply from all others in the room.
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Onewa watched as the Nui-Jaga raised its stinger. Suddenly, a flash of light distracted the beast. Onewa shielded his eyes from the glare, and, when it subsided, his hands were Toa hands, and each gripped a proto piton. Onewa smiled. This will be fun, he thought, raising the pitons at the stunned Nui-Jaga. He struck the ground with the pitons, and, when they struck, the part of the stone floor that the Nui-Jaga stood on raised to the ceiling quickly, smashing the giant scorpion. It quickly lowered halfway, and then zipped back up again, back and forth, until the Nui-Jaga wasn't dead, but rather obliterated. Onewa fired up his mask power and nudged Pohatu's mind into consciousness. "C'mon," he said flippantly. "We've got Vahki to re-program."
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The next chapters will be interesting. They're coming soon!
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FF: This is the last chapter where Hahli calls Jaller by that stupid nickname, so don't worry. Also, thanks for reviewing; you're the only one who has.
I'm keeping up with my "a chapter a week" schedule!