So.
Kiina, a Glatorian from Bara Manga, believes in life on other worlds.
Everyone thinks she's a bit of a nut for this.
(Until Ya boi Mata Nui shows up anyway)
But, like. Aqua Manga was like. right there. in orbit. with the Island of Mata Nui probably visible from space.
Someone with a telescope could probably see the island and the light from a few of the big Koros' lightstones and campfires.
Someone Like, Say. Kiina.
I'm just saying maybe if someone listened they'd realize she might be going off of more than a hunch.
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[ID: two pages of pencil sketches. The first shows two figures, both young women. The one on the left is tall and thin with short messy hair, wearing a short sleeveless wetsuit and cloth around her waist, barefoot, looking away awkwardly and rubbing her neck. Under her is text: "Hahli -assistant flax maker -never played a sport in her life -hates shoes." The one on the right is shorter and chubbier, with low pigtails, a form-fitting tank top, crop leggings, and flats, winking, sticking out her tongue, and flashing double peace signs. Under her is text: "Macku -left hand of Turaga Nokama -mega jock -but I stay silly :3." The second image only has one figure (Hahli from the first image) wearing a sports uniform: t shirt, long shorts, chest protector, shoulder and knee pads, steel toe boots. She's also holding a kohlii stick. Text at the top right says "-cloth made in Ga-Koro -metal mined in Onu-Koro, smelted in Ta-Koro, sculpted in Po-Koro -padding from feathers gathered in Le-Wahi -leather hunted and tanned in Ko-Koro." Under that are several small doodles of the individual pieces of the sports uniform. End ID.]
(extremely simple) concept art for the Bionicle Sports Manga/MNOLGII comic!! Don't judge it too harshly I made it in 5 minutes
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Out of the Mists of Avalon
@crystaltoa‘s post on the the Agori Living Plesiosaur ships (here) has been bouncing around my noggin for days, and well. My brain took that thought and ran with it. I ended up hastily banging out the start to something in about an hour or so. Ficlet under the cut. Enjoy!
Moddesh squinted through the mists that now covered the sea. There was no sound to be heard but the waves, and the splashing of the ship’s flippers as they cut through the water.
“Easy Alzada, easy...” He said, patting the neck of the great beast that served as his Ship, the other Great ships following his lead. The purple scales of Alzada’s neck deemed dull in the light that filtered through the mist, and Moddesh glanced back, to make sure that the rest of the tribe was still following his and Alzada’s lead through the gloom. Close to the center of the fleet, the Elder of the tribe, Etris, traveled on one of the older ships, the faint gleam of her helm visible through the mist. Several nights ago, Moddesh had gone to her for guidance- after what he’d seen.
The agori took a deep breath, the salt air filling his lungs as he took his bone helmet off, pushing his hair back before replacing it and looking back to the horizon, thinking back to the tales he’d heard her tell as a child aboard her ship...
Elder Etris was one of the few of the sea nomads that still owned metal armor instead of armor carved from coral or bone, that were old and ancient enough to remember the event she only spoke of as the Shattering, where the world was torn asunder, the seas torn from the land, and the Agori with their living ships taken away along with the waters. Etris told in tales how in those first days, she and her brothers had searched, praying to the Lord of Water and Lord of Earth for a trace, any piece of land that could harbor them, only to find that the world was completely covered in ocean. The gifts from the great beings had helped Etris to live long enough to see her people change, adapt with the ocean, learning to survive by living with the rhythm of the sea, while her brothers vanished one by one, claimed by the waves of the endless ocean.
The Sea Nomads had no need for land anymore. The Ships, living reptillian vessels with long necks, broad, wide backs, six massive flippers and long rudderlike tales, had been their salvation and their companions. For generations, the tribe of agori had sailed the endless oceans, leading their ships on an eternal voyage across Aqua Magna, sailing their living vessels from reef to reef, letting them feast and sustain themselves, the agori taking what they could from the sea’s bounty, eeking out a way of survival in a world completely covered by water. That was the lesson that every young agori learned: The Sea Would Provide. Floating Kelp became clothes, nets, sails, and food besides. Shells could be fashioned into any number of objects, as could the metallic bones of the fish they brought in to sustain themselves. The sea brought trouble too, storms, thirst, and ravenous se beasts being only a few of the challenges the Sea Nomads had battled over the millennia.
Several nights ago, there had been sightings of a strange ship- one made of strange sea plants and billowing sails, and not one of the living vessels of the Sea Nomads. Pretra, a young, sharp-eyed agori had told him that she had seen Figures in blue running across it’s deck. Thoughts had run rampant through his mind- Was it a lost group of the Water Tribe? Fellow Agori thought lost forever, only to be found by chance only now, after all these centuries? He Immediately swam to Etris’ Ship, climbing up its broad back to ask her opinion, taking Pretra along. The elder’s eyes widened as he explained what he’d seen of the strange ship, and Pretra told her what she could make out of the crew aboard it. Etris’s face was inscrutable, as she said that only a land-dweller could make that kind of ship.
Moddesh had known nothing except the waves, and could barely grasp the concept of a place that was not-ocean. But such a place... A place for their elders to rest, for their ships to bear their young out of reach from the dwellers of the deep... A place that only existed in tales except for only the very oldest among them. As the Ships lifted their heads out of the water to see the strange vessel draw closer, The Sea Nomads heard a distant cry of alarm in an unfamiliar tongue, and Moddesh hurried to the edge of Etris’ Ship to see that strange vessel hastily turn to sail away. Eyes widening, he knew that he could not let this chance slip away, not for his tribe. “After them!” He shouted, before jumping over the side to swim to his Ship, Alzada.
That had been several nights ago, and it had been difficult keeping the strange ship in sight. But this morning, as the sun had crept over the ocean, light had dawned over thick mist, and the strange ship had vanished in the gloom. He hung his head in defeat, feeling ashamed for having stressed his Ship and his whole tribe in an effort to chase spirit Tales. As he turned and walked along the broad back of his ship, he noticed Pretra turn to look at him, her mouth falling open in shock. Realizing that she was in fact, looking behind him, Moddesh turned, and stumbled in shock, falling onto Alzada’s back in shock. “By the Great Beings...”
He had no words to describe it, but far beyond the mist loomed the tallest thing he had ever seen, clouds of smoke billowing from its roof. To him it seemed like a titanic wave made of pure rock, so high it towered over the water. Slowly the mists parted, and more and more Agori began to exclaim in shock. The Peak of rock, billowing smoke was only the highest point he could see, as slopes of what could only be land spread out in front of the Nomads until it took up the whole horizon.
A channel of water led seemingly into the island, the strange ship making speed towards it, and a collection of domes made of seaweed floating on the water...
...
“I Told you we should have sailed north instead of south!” Nireta wailed, trying to get the backup engine on the Ga-Tiki in some semblance of working order while Kai and Marka matoraned the Sails. “This is not the time to argue!” Pelagia answered, the Ga-Matoran steering the vessel into Naho Bay, glancing back to the huge heard of ocean-bound rahi on their heels. Pelagia’s Akaku, though powerless, still possessed an impressive set of lenses that helped her scan the horizon.
“This is the first time Nokama’s let us go beyond the sight of Mata Nui in 200 years, She’s never going to let us so much as swim to the next hut after this” Nireta continued.
Marka and Kai were too busy dealing with the Ga-Tiki’s rigging to enter their own opinion, but Pelagia was more than able to man the rudder and speak at the same time. “I’m less worried about the Turaga than I am about the Rahi that’ve been chasing us night and day.” She replied. Glancing back at the beasts following them, she could swear she could make out other matoran on the creatures’ backs. But she’d never seen or heard of any matoran that rode rahi like those, and life on Mata Nui had taught her to always be alert for a trap laid by the Makuta. The minute she’d seen those rahi’s armored heads raise out of the water to look at her and the other ga-matoran on her ship, she’d immediately decided to turn an sail back to Mata Nui- to Inform the Turaga if nothing else. As the green domes of Ga-Koro came into view, Kai dashed to the prow of the ship and she started banging the signal drum.
Thum Thum Thum-Thum Thum-Thum Thum Thum...
Pelagia’s Akaku focused on the village as the Ga-Koronan’s mustered their ships. Whatever was going to happen after this, it was certainly going to be Interesting...
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