Co-Authored by Dragon Claw92 and Omicron the IceQueen

Queen's notes: And thus... semi less confusion for our Hero and Chronicler! Slightly less. XD

Heroes of Spherus Magna

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Stormer, oblivious to Macku's desire to tackle him and clean his armor up, thought that over a bit and nodded as he continued on. "I see... hm... I think I understand that one. It's like different nationalities, in a way." He didn't quite remember that Macku probably didn't know what he was talking about.

"Na...ta...lits...natio...nalities?" The girl tried really hard to say the word the Hero used, as the little translation thing by them wasn't working to shift that word into Matoran. Though she said it, Macku didn't pronounce the correct empathies, and knew it. She wished she had that knack that Matoro, Taka, Tala and Turaga Nokama all did for picking up new words and dialect so fast without the stones.

Stormer gave a faint smile of sorts. "Valiant effort." He remarked, bringing over some more reeds. "Hm... need more still, or is that enough?"

Macku paused what she was doing, so far already she had done an amazingly fast but also strong work. "That should do it, could you get some of the brown plants? There should be enough around this little island."

"On it." He responded, giving a small nod as he set off doing as she asked. "... I take it you are well practiced with raft construction?"

"I used to be a boat builder back in my first Koro," Macku beamed, "Comes in handy, though I don't know anything around here I can turn into a motor..." She eyed the wreckage, not trusting it.

Stormer paused to consider that, his gaze also straying to the wreck of his cockpit, and the unfortunate vessel it landed on. "Hm..." He shook his head afterwards; he doubted anything had survived that could even remotely be used like a motor. "Well, that would explain your skill then."

"I've had a long time to practice," Macku giggled, and maybe for now it would be better if the other-worlder didn't know exactly how old this Matoran really was.

"Oh?" Stormer inquired. "How long have you been at your trade?"

"Since before Bara Magna was reform...well, not that long. Since just after Mata Nui fell to the Makuta and I woke up on the island of Mata Nui."

The veteran raised an eyebrow ridge. "Ehm... I'm not sure how long that is, Miss."

The girl tried to say the time for him, and frowned as the translation device wasn't having it, pitching a sparking fit in fact. The Matoran sighed, it seemed the old faction way of translating time would have to do if this mech wanted to really know.

"...maybe I can carve a time line in the Suva if there isn't one already..." Macku thought aloud.

Stormer frowned at the machine as well. "Perhaps I'll have to find out later." He remarked with mild annoyance. "At any rate..." He then looked back at Macku. "All things in their own time I suppose. I just hope my team is in better shape than my vehicle's cockpit is." He waved his hand vaguely at the wreckage as he said this, though he dropped off the arm-load of plants Macku had asked him to get first.

"Team?" the Ga-Matoran asked, the odd device's translation of calling this Stormer a Toa, and with Team, her mind automatically linked it to a Toa Team. But that can't be...right?

He nodded as he glanced back at her. "Yes. I'm the leader of my team, actually. The rest of my team was with the rest of my ship, but I don't even know where they ended up after the vehicle blew apart."

The Matoran native considered this, then looked upwards thoughtfully. She was scanning around carefully, tiling back until she flopped on her back, still intent on the sky above, one of the two moons showing blue-white off to the eastern side of the sky.

Stormer brought over another armload of plant matter in time to see her tumble over, optic ridge lifting again as he considered her position for a moment. "...having fun?"

Bright tri-colored eyes turned to him and blinked, "I'm looking for the Toa I saw earlier." She said, pointing up and to her right, rising up and still pointing, "But he's too far away to see us well I think..."

"Looking... for Toa...?" He repeated, glancing up at the sky as well out of confusion, and trying to focus on whatever she was pointing at. "Toa can fly?"

"Toa if Air can," Macku said, pointing out. The title did imply it a bit.

"Ah." Was all he really could say in response, considering it a bit more. "Well, that certainly makes sense... How many Toa are there anyway? Do you know?"

"Total?" Macku shook her head, "After the last Great Darkness there's been more Toa then ever, Though... I guess some of our new protectors are Glatorian, not Toa...but some are Toa like." She paused getting back to work, "Or, do you mean elemental types of Toa?"

Stormer just seemed more confused now. "I don't even know what the difference between a Toa and a Glatorian is, but I was meaning the total amount of Toa."

"Well...Toa are Bionicle, like me!" Macku held out her arms to show her balance self of flesh and mechanics, "Not all the Glatorian are like Bionicle, its more enhancements or limb replacements. And Toa are elementals too."

"So... you are biomechanical... and Glatorian are generally fleshy?" Stormer summarized. "... and Toa have elemental power, while Glatorian don't?"

"Most don't, a few like Toa Ackar where given elemental gifts by the great spirit." Macku tried to explain, realizing that the wonderfully complex histories of two cultures was hard enough...try explain it to an outsider of a third culture?

Her head started to hurt. How had Taka done this as Takua? He always knew what stories would help explain things when he was the Chronicler...

"... ehm... maybe just keep it to basics for now." The mech remarked with a small grimace. "A simple ' most don't but some do' would work. It might take me a while to figure out the whole rest of how things work around here."

"Oh... well, luckily I'm a chronicler!" if a biomechanical being could preen that's what Macku was doing, taking great pride in her job and duties.

"A chronicler, hm?" Stormer responded, considering that for a moment. The first thing that had jumped to his mind was a reporter for a news network, but he had a feeling that wasn't quite what Macku meant. As such, he didn't get too bothered about the thought, and smiled faintly. "I can tell you're rather fond of your job. I take it you get to see a lot of things most people generally wouldn't?"

"That's part of being a Story Keeper," The Ga-Matoran explained as she worked, well able to do both, "We have to find the stories, sometimes as their happening, and then update the Chronicle walls in the different Koros, and the new Chronicle Hall in Metru Nui."

He considered this information as well, smiling a little more as he responded. "I take it you were looking for stories when I... dropped in to say hello?"

"I was looking for a path between Ga-Koro Ru and Po-Koro Ru," the girl explained, "This whole Wahi is so new, even we Matoran haven't explored it, nor have the two Makuta made enough Rahi to fill it."

"Ah... what is 'Ru' exactly?" The mech inquired. "And... what is a Makuta?"

"Oh, there's so many Koros now, we're added masks names on the new sets to help tell them apart." Macku explained, starting to stuff the raft with the second plant type.

Stormer nodded to show he got the gist of what she said, making sure it was set in his memory bank so he wouldn't forget it any time soon. "...did you need more materials, or is this enough?"

The native girl tilted her head and then nodded, "It should be fine, you'll be a little damp but not soaked."

He smiled a bit at her response. "Alright. Damp I can handle." He glanced down at himself and frowned a bit afterwards. "It might be a good plan, actually." Clearly he was referring to the mud and dirt that caked his frame.

"You can get cleaned up at Ga-Koro," Macku offered, and there was hint in her voice that said that the mech was going to be cleaned one way or another.

Stormer took note of that hint, but -for the present- thought nothing of it. "That sounds like a good plan to me. The last thing I need or want is to get rusty and fall apart."

"You can get rust infections," Macku jerked, startled as she was finishing the raft.

"Hm?" Stormer inquired, seeming a little confused. "It's not an infection. The metal just deteriorates if it's left dirty and damp for too long. It generally takes a lot to make us heroes rust, but still, it can still happen."

"Rust infections can be as fatal as corruption or infected Kanohi," Macku shivered, touching her mask then hugging herself, biomechanical rust would not only effect half of her body, but poison the other organic half as well.

The mech noticed her unease and grimaced a bit. Perhaps discussing rust would be a bad idea for the present. "Well... let's just be glad it doesn't happen frequently, right? At any rate, this seems like a bad topic, so we should find a new one."

The Ga-Matoran shivered again, then tide of last reeds on the raft. She stood and stepped back as if debating on how to get it too the water.

Stormer noticed her debate, and smiled a little as he remarked. "Did you want me to move that for you?"

Macku blinked both sets of lids up at the mech, tilting her head, "If you'd like to." She smiled in that odd but also enduring Bionicle way.

The Hero nodded as he walked over, carefully lifting the finished raft and glancing around a bit. "Alright, now all we have to do is head out." His tone seemed to at least somewhat imply that he wasn't sure which way to go.

The native Matoran pointed to the side, then to another, and another as she giggled, trilling softly, "It's an island."

Stormer's optics followed Macku's pointing, and he gave an awkward sigh. "...right. Just about anywhere works then doesn't it." As he said this, he moved to put the raft down in the water, thankful that the rookies on his team weren't there to watch his blunder.

Macku hopped past Stormer, diving into the semi-shallow water expertly so she didn't hit the bottom. Instantly the Ga-Matoran's grace was apparent, well able to move, she was made for the water it seemed.

The Hero, in the meantime, got onto the raft and, after a bit of debate on how to move the raft, picked up a stick to use as a rafting pole. The raft he was sitting on moved, being pushed from below and slightly to one side, Macku helping to guide the other-worlder.

The mech blinked, but smiled faintly. "Ah, thank you." He glanced around again as he drifted along on the raft. Despite being new to everything, and the fact he'd been in a crash, he was rather enjoying this.

Maybe because it was the calm quiet of the wetland, the farther they left the crash site and the many sounds of creaking, protesting of a- essentially- decaying ship. There was however a slight unease that would take time to place, that other than the rustling of reeds and plants in the breeze, there was hardly any insect sounds here. The water was too clear, almost like glass to see the rivets in the earth and clay below where water had seemingly poured through before filling up to the level of the countless mini-islands. Something was almost artificial about these wetlands.

Needless to say, all the unusual surroundings was putting Stormer on edge. "Is it always like this around here?" He asked after a while, his expression showing his lack of contentment with the present situation. He was a bit uneasy, and it was obvious.

The Matoran looked back from where she was swimming and guiding the raft, "What do you mean?"

"Everything just seems... not real." The veteran hero explained with a small grimace. It's too pristine... too perfect, I guess one could say."

"There's no Rahi beasts." The Matoran smiled at him, "The Makuta can't make animals that fast, there's only two of them now, the only survivors. Mata Nui can remake the dead lands into new livable Wahi like this, but much is left clear and open until the Makuta can fill it."

He thought it over a bit, humming thoughtfully before realizing something. "... wait... people have to actually make creatures to live here? They don't just... happen on their own?"

"If you mean just organic creatures yes, to a point. The Makuta are the brothers of Mata Nui, he or the Great Beings made them to fill our old Universe with life." The Matoran pulled herself up a little on the raft, folding her arms over the side to look up at the mech, alternating between kicking and pushing off the bottom to still help. "Matoran for a very long time, we used to live on Aqua Manga, not Bara Magna, it was a moon we used to have that was all water."

Stormer thought it over a bit, sorting through the details as best he could. "What happened to Aqua Magna? And how did you end up here instead of being there?"

"That's a long story," Macku warned, paddling gently in the semi-shallow water, "But I guess it won't be until evening that we reach Ga-Koro."

The mech seemed amused. "Well, I'm fine to hear it if you want to tell it. If you want to save it for some other time though, go for it."

"There shouldn't be any predator Rahi around, so I think I can," the Matoran let go of the raft and swam a head a little to see which way to push the front on the right path. Coming back she grasped the raft again, "Okay... lets try this story like I do with the Agori... from the start-start."

"Alright then." He replied, raising an optic ridge at 'start-start', but not commenting on it further.

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