(Bionicle) Left behind in a dead universe, six new Toa awaken
Macku awakens transformed into a Toa. Emerging into a central chamber in an unknown facility, she discovers Tamaru, Kapura, Taipu, Kopeke, and Hafu also transformed into Toa. They don’t know where they are, how they came to be there, or how they came to be Toa.
What will they do next?
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Macku, Tamaru, Kopeke, Hafu, Taipu, and Kapura:
Each set of options offers the player the chance to focus on a new Toa and their actions as relevant to the scene
When Macku woke, she was in the dark.
She didn't cry out. Instinct—hard-won from a thousand years of Rahi attacks and Bohrok swarms and every other nightmare that had crawled out of Makuta's shadow—kept her throat closed and her body still. Don't make noise. Don't draw attention. Find out where you are first.
She lifted her hands and felt around.
Smooth walls curved around her on all sides, sloping inward as they rose—a cylinder, tilted at a slight angle so she stood rather than lay. The surface was unlike anything she had touched in Metru Nui: not the warm protodermis of the foundries, not the cool stone of the temples, but something glassy and alien, seamless and cold as deep water. Her fingers found no joints, no seems, no hint of a door.
She pressed against the cylinder wall, pushing with strength she hadn't possessed before—and the surface gave with a quiet click. Two panels pushed outward and slid to the sides, revealing a gap wide enough to step through.
Cool air rushed in, and Macku stepped out into a vast, circular room.
The chamber was lit by a strange luminescence—pale, branching patterns that traced across the floor and up the walls like frozen lightning. The ceiling arched high overhead, lost in shadow beyond the reach of the light. The architecture was utterly alien: smooth surfaces without carving or ornament, no protodermis piping or Matoran engineering, just clean lines and cold precision that spoke of builders who had never known the warmth of a forge or the devotion of a temple.
Other cylinders lined the walls—six in total, arranged in a perfect ring around a central hub. And one by one, they were opening.
Figures emerged. Tall figures. Toa.
Macku's breath caught. She didn't recognize any of them—armored and masked and powerful, stepping out of their chambers with the confused, unsteady gait of beings who had woken in bodies they didn't know. A Toa of Air, green and lithe, moved with a twitchy energy that couldn't seem to find stillness. A Toa of Fire stood motionless, examining his hands with slow deliberation. A Toa of Earth flexed massive arms and stared at them in wonder. A Toa of Ice remained perfectly still, pale eyes taking in every detail. A Toa of Stone ran his fingers over his own armor as if searching for seams.