Co-Authored by Dragon Claw92 and Omicron the IceQueen

Queen's Added note: Just wanted to point out that I see the Toa of the Bionicle are made to take a lot of abuse and damage before it really starts to effect them. Ss in they're designed to take a blow that would cripple a human, such as my Pohatu broke his back an could still move until it healed broken, thus his big hunch. On that same note, that even when their hurt, even if badly, I see it being logical in the Toa programing and instincts to basically bluff. Not to show how bad an injury is, even if bleeding, as much so not to panic their Matoran charges, as well as to just keep bluffing when faced with a new person that's a possible threat until the Toa know they can trust them.

Heroes of Spherus Magna

Reunion

By the time the trio actually reached Po-Koro, Stringer not only seemed to know the entire 'treespeak dictionary', but had also needed to ask several times for Lewa to repeat certain points of the story a bit more slowly so he could actually process what was being said. In fact, Stringer's computing systems were starting to overheat a little with the work, and once the tale was over, he said, sounding a little dazed. "Wow... that's quite the tale... sounds like an exhausting thing to go through as well."

Tala was trying her best to help the story, and more than once held Lewa's mouth closed while clarifying points or explaining where names and titles got mixed up.

"You have no idea, and trying to coordinate dozens of Toa teams without being picked up on..." Tala rolled her eyes.

The black-clad hero nodded a little, shaking his head after as though hoping it'd sort some of the data out a little more quickly. It wasn't hard to tell his processors were still whirring, trying to keep up with the info still. After a moment though, he looked around with curiosity. "So... this is the place, eh?"

"Po-Koro," Tala nodded, "And there is Pohatu," she added seeing the stone giant trotting out to meet them.

"Brother, sister!" The tan colored Toa said, bee-lining to help the ice Toa down, not seeing Stringer right away, "You got my call, I think something has happen to the Makuta," he said in a low voice, supporting Tala. "I think I found a horde in... and hello there Matoran!" he cut himself off seeing the smaller form in the dark, and thinking the Hero was an Onu-Matoran.

Stringer just stared up at him a few seconds before grinning and waving. "Well hello up there, stranger. I take it you're this Pohatu feller I heard about?"

"...?" Pohatu chirped in curiosity at Stinger.

"Oh, sorry," Tala tilted her head a little, the now faint glow of her mask brightened and she added, "This is Stringer, met him in the desert, he's looking for-"

"Bulk?" Pohatu asked, perking up.

The mech's face seemed to light up with hope. "Bulk's here? Oh thank goodness! One more of my team that survived. I was brighthappy enough when I heard Stormer might be here, but Bulk being here? That is a relief like no other."

...was that really treespeak he just used? He certainly didn't seem aware of it. Perhaps it was a one-off from travelling with Lewa for so long.

"He's in the village, being a bed but doesn't seem to mind." Pohatu said, putting the treespeak up to Lewa and an active Rua being in the same place.

"Ko-gi needs to go to the wiseold Turaga and healers," Lewa said firmly, motioning Stringer to come.

"It's on the way," the stone Toa said, wondering if they found what he did.

Stringer gave a quick nod, moving to follow Lewa as he remarked. "So ol' Duncan's a bed now, eh? How'd he swing that one? I never took him to be the type that would settle down that much."

"It seems it's universal for heroes to relax when there's a youngling in your lap." Pohatu chuckled.

"Takiu?" Tala asked remembering what her brother said a few times when the Toa got together, comparing notes and experiences in their new wahi areas to protect. "Turning out to be like Takua after all?"

"Yep, he's the one that found Bulk."

The black mech considered this for a little while, expression showing amusement after he figured it out. "Bulk always was the one to enjoy the little ones more than the rest of Alpha Team." He remarked, chuckling quietly as he spoke. "It's nice to hear he's found one... or perhaps, was found by one in this case, that's so fond of him."

"Takiu is pretty insistent that your friend is a small Toa, more so now." The tan giant looked almost smug about something. Then Pohatu got to work, recruiting the first Matoran to go get Turaga Bomonga, then he and Lewa helped Tala down in front of a structure. Even as the smallest of the three, she wouldn't fit inside.

That didn't bother the group of blue and tan Matoran that came with their elder. Tala had to stop using her mask, but it seemed like Stringer got something of a language pack, for he could understand some of what was said as the injury was explained and then orders to organize what to do. Pohatu paused long enough to come and kneel down beside the mech.

"Here," he offered a round 'medallion,' "Take this, it will help, and your friend is that way, between those two huts, at the second cooking pit. Last I saw he was telling stories in trade for the new armor."

"New armor?" Stringer inquired, accepting the medallion. "I heard Stormer got new armor, but did Bulk as well?" He seemed definitely curious about this. "Oh, and thanks." He paused to look quizzically at the shiny object in his hand. "Ehr... what is this anyway?"

"Translation stone." Pohatu shrugged, "And yes, heh. Matoran don't like stress marks at all, it's a bit of an engrained habit to fix whenever it's spotted."

Instinctively, the mech gave himself a look over as though searching for damage of his own. He couldn't really see any right off, though he had a guess he'd probably taken some. After all, if he hit Tala hard enough to break her back, he probably had dealt a bit of damage to himself too.

After a moment though, he looked back up at Pohatu. "Ah, that'll definitely come in handy." He considered a moment longer before chuckling. "What color did Bulk end up? Or is he still his usual, greyish silver?"

"With some Po-Matoran flair," the stone elemental twitched the double claws on one his forearm. He looked back as Tala yelped, then went limp, Lewa flipping something back into subspace and looked a little too innocent where he was beside the white form.

Stringer jumped slightly and looked back at Lewa, eyeing his expression with the faintest unease, and a lot of curiosity, before looking up at Pohatu. "... Do I want to know what he just did to her?" He asked awkwardly, hesitating only a moment before adding. "And what do you mean by 'Po-Matoran flair'?"

"He just knocked her out to fix the spinal plates," Pohatu assured as he rolled a shoulder to indicate his own hunch, "She can be fixed in time to keep from having a hunch like me. As for the flair, you'll see."

"What happened to cause your hunch to be that way?" Stringer asked curiously, not quite seeming to realize this might seem rude, and his tone implying he hadn't intended to seem that way in the slightest. "And... alright." He paused before adding with a grin. "As long as it's not flaming pink or anything. Bulk might protest to that one."

"I've broken my back, a few times," the Toa shifted and shrugged, "Hazard of being a Toa as long as the Nuva have been, and big nasty Rahi that like to toss you in the most remote places."

"I take it the Rahi are just as big as the heroes around here?" The black bot inquired, raising an optic ridge and seeming a little intrigued. "Because I've seen some big critters in my time, and I'm guessing that if they're big enough to send you skyflying, they've got to be huge."

"Oh yes," Pohatu motioned to a set of scars on his right leg, hard to see if you didn't know what to look for. "Go see your friend, he will be happy to see someone, and we can't do much in the dark tonight."

Giving another small nod, Stringer cracked a small grin again. "Sounds like a plan. Thanks for telling me where he is." With that, he gave a goofy, clearly playful salute, and then took off to track down Bulk, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone with a familiar face. "Alright now... time to track down the 'big guy'..." He mumbled cheerfully to himself. It'd already felt like ages since he'd seen his fellow veteran bot, and the thought of finding him so soon after the crash was enough to put a grin on his face that, were he to show it fully, could likely be called a 'brighthappy giddysmile' were he a Le-Matoran. At least, that's what he figured.

The village, looking a bit more like a small town but still with a rustic charm. The houses were domed shaped, some with open windows, some without and only a door opening covered with a hide flap. The domes were made of sandstone, leaving them with a swirl of colors, a few with polish in patterns for added decorations.

As Stringer walked, he passed an open space with several of the biomechanical natives sitting around a fire that was in a shallow pit. They treated the mech, friendly but there was a tired edge to this group. One pointed to a second group like his, encouraging the mech to go there. They had seen Stringer come into the Koro with the Toa, so he must be safe.

Stringer noticed the tiredness, seeming a bit concerned, but deciding not to question it, and instead smiled brightly and thanked the Matoran before turning and hurrying towards the second group. "Wonder if Bulk's over there..."

Although, it was dark and these native beings were half organic. And most organics recharged, er, slept in nights.

The village was pretty quiet too.

Then the second fire-pit location was in front of the mech, and a gathering of a little more of the Matoran. It wasn't many and mostly the adults as they listen to a familiar voice as another mech that was telling a story.

"...We all thought we were gonners on that one." The voice was saying. "But Furno showed up just in time. Good timing too, I-"

Stringer couldn't help himself, grinning as he drew closer and piped in. "Nearly died, he did. He's darn lucky we got backup that quickly."

Bulk jumped, optics widening as he turned to look. A broad grin soon was there for all to see, relief etched in his face plates as he said jovially. "Stringer! When did you get here? You're a right mess, you are."

Stringer merely grinned as he drew closer, bumping fists with his comrade before settling a little ways behind him so he wasn't pushing anyone out of their seats.

The small form that was curled up in Bulk's lap stirred but was still sound asleep, Takiu having followed the mecha hero around since he started mixing with the Koro.

Hafu leaned over to get a look at Stringer, "Well, hello there."

The black mech chuckled in amusement, lightly poking Bulk's shoulder and remarking. "Two things; loving the new paint job, and I'm amused you took up 'babysitting' as a hobby." This last statement was clearly just a playful joke, with no harm meant by it. Bulk grinned again, giving Stringer a small shove with his elbow, though he was careful not to jostle Takiu in the process.

Satisfied with this, Stringer then turned his gaze to Hafu, smiling cheerfully. "Hello there. Bulk hasn't been boring anyone, has he?"

"Not at all, we love stores," Hafu said as he looked to the young Matoran, "And more like he has a tiny stalker."

"At least Takiu is of the harmless kind," A black masked Matoran said, smiling at his charge.

The dark mech chuckled quietly. "Oh good. Glad to hear you like stories, because Bulk's got his fair share." He then glanced back to his teammate. "Telling that one about Corroder? The most recent one, I mean?"

Bulk nodded, seeming amused. "That'd be the one." He then glanced towards the black-masked Matoran, chuckling in further amusement. "Takiu's not a stalker. Excitable and young, but not a stalker."

"I know my charge," The Matoran grinned, "Just give him a day and you'll see."

Bulk chuckled quietly. "Well, alright. I guess we'll just have to see how it goes then. So far I'm rather fond of him."

"Bulk, you'd be brighthappy about anyone that smiled at you." Stringer pointed out, yet again missing his brief usage of treespeak, and somehow missing Bulk's optic ridge rising quizzically, though the now silver and gold mech didn't comment on it.

Hafu laughed softly, seeming to be the only Matoran to catch it, as they were all used to the tree-speak and translating it mentally.

Bulk eventually spoke again, seeming amused. "So, Stringer, do I want to know what neck of the woods you tumbled out of?"

"Well, it's a bit of a weird story, really." Stringer confessed. "But hey, what matters is we survived, right? Any word on Stormer or any of the others?"

The silver and gold mech shook his head. "Not really. Found a piece of Breez's armor, but that's it." He sighed in the thought. "But you're right; what matters is we survived. If we did, it's likely the others did too." He then glanced at the Matoran around them, as though suggesting they could speak up if they wanted to say something.

"Likely," Hafu nodded, "The drums have already sent out an alert and message. It will be a while to reach all the Koros around."

Stringer nodded as he looked to Hafu now. "Aye, that's what... Lewa? ...yeah, Lewa, said. Said something about Stormer being on his way here right now."

"That leader?" The carver asked, turning to Bulk for confirmation of the mech's team.

The larger bot nodded. "He is. I reckon he's the oldest on the team too. Never did figure out who was built first between him and I."

"Age is a tricky thing with the Bionicle too," Hafu chuckled, glancing at the new comer. "And if you like his look by the way, wait until you can see what Bulk is starting to do thanks to Toa Pohatu."

"Work out?" Stringer asked jokingly, earning him another nudge from his comrade. Both laughing quietly, the black mech spoke after a moment. "What can he do now anyway?"

"No bio-quakes, but moving stones," the Po-Matoran smiled, glancing at the Matoran child as Takiu's father rose to collect his charge.

"I think it might be time for little Matoran to go to their cubbies and get some good sleep," the black masked Matoran said, and wasn't the only caretaker to be gathering up a little one that couldn't stay awake any more in the story time.

Stringer blinked. "The slowthinker in me wants to ask if he's just picking them up and moving them." He remarked. "But the smarter side of my programing wants to ask how he's doing it other than the obvious way everyone else would."

As for Bulk, he smiled a bit as he gave the sleeping child in his arms a little hug before gently and carefully offering him back to his parent. He glanced over as the large form of a Toa walked up and crouched down by the group.

Pohatu seemed highly amused by something as he extended a pulse of elemental energy to cause a visible ripple through the ground and stir up a few larger rocks that had been buried.

Stringer quite obviously wasn't expecting that sort of thing to happen, because he stared, optics widening a bit, at the rocks that had moved up. "... Now how'd you pull that off?" He asked in surprise.

Bulk merely chuckled, definitely seeming amused.

"Its elemental energy, Toa can control it." Pohatu explained, scooping up a handful of pebbles and stirring them into levitation it seemed in the air. "Bulk here can't do what I can- well, to be fair not even normal Toa can to the same extent."

The black-armored hero seemed curious about this. "I take it you're a special brand o' Toa?" He asked, not really pausing to think that his wording might be an unusual one for the Toa.

"I'm a Toa Nuva," Pohatu chuckled, letting the pebbles drop and then tossed a smooth stone at Bulk.

Bulk caught the stone and turned it lazily in his hand while Stringer mulled over Pohatu's answer. "And I'm going to guess that a Toa Nuva's a bit betterstronger than the usual Toa, right?"

Bulk glanced at Stringer now, an optic ridge rising slightly, though he decided not to comment. Perhaps Stringer just needed a recharge.

"Strongest Toa, we're...supercharged to twice the normal you could say." Pohatu said, and then rumbled in amusement, "It sounds like you picked up a lot from Lewa little brother."

The black mech nodded as he mulled it over a bit. "So... kind of like getting an upgrade then... I can understand that aspect." He then seemed a little confused. "Picked something up? What do you mean?"

"You treespeak rightfine." Pohatu chirped in deft mimicry of Lewa's accent and pattern, though his own voice too deep for a perfect match.

"...Treespeak?" Stringer asked. "...oh! That's what the funky way of talking is called." He grinned, paused, and then seemed surprised. "I did that?"

"Enough to notice but not all the time," Pohatu rumbled a reassuring purr.

"Huh... well that's good to know." The black mech paused again to think about it, and then grinned. "Bet it'll throw the others for a loop when we find 'em."

Bulk chuckled quietly. "I think it would throw anyone for a loop." He remarked.

Pohatu shifted and looked up to find Lewa, "Hmm, I should go check on Tala. You're just as welcome to roam the village Stringer; I just ask you be quiet for those resting now."

"I can appreciate people needing sleep." Stringer commented, giving a small nod. "I could do with a bit of recharge myself, probably. I'll keep quiet and let peace hold out." He paused, thinking a bit before adding. "Mind if I go with you?"

"If you want, though we Toa aren't..." Pohatu had to stop and think about his wording, "...the most graceful with being healed..." Thus why Tala would likely be in the great temple by now.

"And you think gettin' repaired is a gracepretty picture?" Stringer asked, seeming curious as well as amused. "I'm not too fussed 'bout anything pretty or not pretty. What's gotta be done's just gotta be done."

Bulk couldn't help but chuckle faintly as his teammate's words, both the content and how he said them.

"Well," Pohatu shrugged and motioned to the temple as he headed to it, inviting the two Heroes to come with if they wanted. He smirked, knowing they were about to learn Bionicle cursing in several dialects.

The pair of mechs both got up and followed, the darker colored one seeming a little confused. "Well what?" He asked curiously, inclining his head to the side just enough to help portray that he didn't get what Pohatu was so amused by.

Bulk, on the other hand, seemed to have a good guess of it, and grinned, though he decided to just let Stringer figure it out for himself.

"You'll see," Pohatu sighed as he noted the Matoran were avoiding the temple. Passing into it, he shifted at the abrupt change from heat to near freezing cold, enough to see one's breath and see frost creeping on armor.

The Toa just followed the yelling.

Stringer hit the temperature alterations like a brick wall, actually stumbling back a little and staring in surprise before shaking his head and hurrying after Pohatu, Bulk not far behind and giving a small shudder at the change of heat. He also made a mental note to tug Stringer out of the temple if they started to get too cold; they hadn't been upgraded for icy weather lately, and he wasn't sure how frosty this was going to get.

"Kharzani!" A voice yelled, as Pohatu used his strength to open a door.

"Hold still Ko-Gi!" Lewa ordered.

"It's not exactly easy to do-" Tala gave a sound that was part roar, part animal yowl as the bigger form of Lewa suddenly lifted up and pushed his weight down on the white Toa, there were audible cracking and popping sounds, as well as others as reinforced vertebra, armor plates and muscles cables before forced back into place. Ice crystals coated everything, "Kharzani bloody Makuta bones ripped-" She continued on for a good solid four minutes.

Stringer saw this and flinched so badly he nearly stumbled backwards, though that didn't hit him near as hard as the knowledge that he was the one who did it to her in the first place. By the time Tala's long-winded stream of profanities was over, the black mech looked almost ready to just collapse, guilt plain-as-day obvious on his face. Even if he would've had his visor down, there would be no missing it.

Bulk glanced at his teammate and grimaced at what he saw. "I'm going to guess you saw what happened to her?" He asked quietly.

Stringer moaned faintly. "Didn't see... I WAS what happened to her..."

Bulk blinked once. "... Oh..."

Tala had transferred from words to more primal Hordika sounds, flexing her claws on her hands through the frost and ice on the berth like slab of metal-stone she was on. There was six of these slabs, all scaled for Toa it seems, a semi hidden medical and repair room for the native guardians.

Lewa was using both his own healing element, as well as the tools and machines that looked almost out of place, being far more advanced than the hand-carved stone homes of the village. The air spirit looked over at them and smiled, rolled glowing eyes at Tala's snarling and growling at the berth top.

Bulk offered Lewa an awkward, somewhat grim smile. Stringer merely shrunk back out of view. He couldn't bear the thought of even looking at Tala in that state. His programming demanded he do what he could to help people, and landing on Tala had made him do the exact opposite. It wasn't a comforting feeling to say the least. If anything it made him sick, or at least as close to it as he could get.

The silver and gold mech grimaced as he glanced back at his friend, though he had no words to even offer. Pointing out that it was an accident wouldn't help; he knew Stringer was aware of that already. Shaking his head a little, plainly at a loss, Bulk looked back into the room and asked awkwardly. "Ehm... How's she doing?"

"Just fine." Lewa laughed, grinning cheerfully as he smacked the white back between the shoulder blades, and was promptly told off in chirps, buzzing and whistles. "Ko-gi here is not nearly as loud as her elder."

"Or Tahu." Pohatu added, using his height to see the ice Toa's back, then stooped to put a hand behind Stringer and push him forwards. "We Toa are not graceful healers little Brother." He tilted his head to the side as Tala started demanding numb-weeds now.

Stringer blinked, immediately trying to hit the brakes and ending up falling flat on his face. Bulk just eyed him. "I doubt she'll be mad at you, Stringer. It's not like you meant to land on her." He then looked up at Lewa, smiling a little. "Glad to hear it."

The Toa blinked at the mecha, confused, "Does he need help?" Pohatu asked.

Bulk shook his head, chuckling faintly and seeming a little sheepish. "His programming's clashing with what happened and freaking him out a bit. Apparently he's the reason Tala's back got broke, but his programming says to protect and keep safe at all costs, so landing on her didn't exactly go well with it now that he knows how much it hurt."

Stringer was picking himself up at the moment, shaking his head a little as if to rattle loose parts back into place, though he stayed quiet, trying not to be that noticeable. It probably wasn't working well.

Lewa tilted his head and put a molding pack of semi-liquid on the female Toa's lower back. It had an additive to keep the medicine from freezing and soak into hide and armor. He purred and scritched Tala in a spot he knew she liked on her shoulders. "Better sister?"

"Mmm..." Tala muttered into the frost and snow, slowing relaxing as the pain was numbed and started to re-absorb the ko-energy.

Bulk shrugged little, seeming to think he lost Lewa somewhere in the explanation. "Basically, he's glitching. He'll be fine soon enough." He then set about watching - as best he could - while Tala relaxed, seeming rather curious about how things were being done. This certainly wasn't how they did things at the factory, he knew that for certain.

Tala looked up, the inner lids closed as she tried to see who was here now that she could focus outside of self-healing.

Bulk gave Tala a cheerful wave and a small grin. Stringer briefly glanced up before glancing away, fumbling with his fingers awkwardly while he tried to sort out the clash between program and what actually happened.

The ice Toa sighed and slowly started to actually move again and flexing limbs to be sure it was all working.

The silver and gold colored Hero watched as Tala did this, seeming a bit concerned, but also happy that she appeared to so far be alright.

"Stop freaking out," Tala said, voice still having a growling edge but calmer now, and speaking not Matoran but the standard the Heroes knew.

"I'm not the one who's freaking out." Bulk remarked, glancing at Stringer and poking him.

The black hero sighed quietly, shaking his head and looking up again. "Sorry about landin' on you." He said awkwardly. "I... didn't know I hitcha that badly..."

"I'm better," Tala assured as the nub weed pack worked.

"I said Toa aren't graceful healing." Pohatu chuckled.

Stringer fidgeted a little. "I know, but I... I didn't know I hit her that hard, that's all. Not really fond o' dealin' damage like that to my friends."

Tala shifted on the berth like slab and extended her left arm out to Stringer, clawed fingers closed to offer her knuckles. "It's all good." She said, repeating a phrase from before that Stringer had said on the trip over.

Stringer blinked once when she reached out, seeming a little hesitant before offering a weak smile and nodding. "Yeah, I... I suppose so..." He paused before adding in overblown, comedic style worthy of any Le-Matoran, complete with mild arm flailing. "Just don't badscare me like that! Why didn't you saytell you were in that badpainful a way anyways? I just about blewbroke a circuitfuse!"

Bulk paused, glanced at Lewa and Pohatu, and burst out laughing.

Tala blinked slowly at him, confused before smiling at hearing treespeak outside of spoken Matoran. The other two Toa looked confused at the words they couldn't understand yet. "I'm a Toa, Stringer. That's why. We are hope as much as guardians. So it's habit to hide pain- and it didn't hurt as much as the setting Lewa just did."

"Yeah, but... but... oh forget it." He sighed and just shook his head, seeming to return back to his normal self. "I'm glad you're alright, Tala. Guess I should get used to things being rough n' tumble for you; gotta share the whole hero duty thing now that I'm here." He grinned awkwardly.

Bulk couldn't help but laugh even more when he saw the expressions on the other two Toa's faces. He couldn't help it really, it was just too funny. After a little while he got himself pulled together though... other than the occasional snicker.

"Time for Ko-Gi to rest in a coldburr Suva," Lewa said once judging it calmed down, "She needs time to charge and healing in her temple."

"I agree," Tala yawned as the frost vanish, the energy keeping it vanishing and the heat of the desert warmed temple settling back into the room slowly.

Stringer paused to think on that before figuring out. "So... that means she's leaving... right?" He didn't sound eager for her to leave or to stay; he merely wanted to know what was going on so he wasn't too confused.

"To a different part of the Suva," Pohatu stepped over to help his sister up and supporting her. "Might get too cold for you."

Stringer nodded. "I'm fine staying out of the cold. Not updated for freezy stuff." He shrugged slightly. "Stormer's usually the one to face the icy climates for some reason."

Lewa tilted his head and shrugged, "Ko-gi and Ko-tu are better suited for those wahi." The translation stones shifted that as 'ice sister' and 'ice brother' and his tone said he didn't like being in the cold either.

"Makes sense." Stringer responded, taking note of what the words meant. "Stormer's usually one to use an ice weapon, so he'd probably get along in their preferred area just fine. I'll stick to the warm climates and leave it be."

"She'll be better in a few days," Pohatu promised the mechs as he started to move with Tala at her pace, "I'll meet you back in the Koro Bulk to finish going over the Po-Energy you have now."

The silver and gold mech gave a small salute, and a grin. "Sounds like a plan to me. We'll just get outta your way for now." And with that, he snagged hold of Stringer, and started off, pausing at the doorway to turn back and say to Tala. "Get better soon, yeah? I want to hear how annoying Stringer was on the way here." It wasn't hard to guess he was trying to crack a joke, or at least attempt to make the mood light.

Tala hummed and tossed a salute to the silver mech with two fingers, mimicking what he did, "Heartpromise."

Bulk grinned again. "I look forward to it then." And with that, and an awkward wave from Stringer, the two mechs vanished from sight.

Reviews!

Galem
Not Kopaka, but he will show up XD O.o (watches Lewa start purring at the attention). And Tala is a Toa here, she was a Kora, like in the Kora-Mata Nui story. and no need to hide.

Species Unknown
lol hope you like this as well.

Shimmer Mane
On that same thought, Toa of stone would be just as intrested in minorals and crystals.

Spacemarine64
Kora are something I have made up, ordinally [in story] it was Koa, but matora slang turned it into Kora, either way it means 'lesser toa' or 'small toa.' Kora I based off of what Toa were in the cannon timeline of there being smaller toa and larger sized Matoran, then added in my own theroes of the ancestors of the Bioncle.

Glatoran and Agori are beings in the Bioncle world, in the Bara Magna story ark and what's seen in the 4th movie that Mata Nui interacts with. Their really fun to play with too n.n having their own warrior based culture