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Makuta Island by Galigee of Bzpower with Gratitude and Apologies to the Creators of LEGO Bionicle Et Al Makuta Island by GaliGee of BZPower with gratitude and apologies to the creators of LEGO Bionicle et al. ©2014 Chapter 1: Special Delivery When I heard the doorbell, I set my book down and jumped up from my chair. Finally, the pizza was here! I grabbed my wallet on the way to the door. I swung open the door and breathed the tantalizing smell of melted mozzarella, black olives, and Italian sausage. But then I looked up and saw that it was Makuta holding the pizza box. He was leaning casually against the door frame. His lanky new form, which he had built out of Rahkshi parts after his defeat in the Mask of Light, filled most of the doorway. “Hello, gorgeous,” Makuta grinned, handing me the pizza. Makuta Island GaliGee “I see you’ve found a job,” I remarked. He laughed. “I deliver only to one special customer.” Behind him, I saw a frightened teenage boy jump into a pizza delivery car and screech away down the street. I peeked inside the box. The pizza looked delicious, and I was really hungry. “What are you doing here, Makuta?” “Enjoying your wonderful company,” he replied. “Bring the pizza, and let’s go for a drive!” I sighed. “After that nasty prank you pulled in the ice cream parlor, I was hoping I would never see you again.” “Oh, darling, I thought all that was rather exciting,” he smiled. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” “I’m just not the adrenaline junkie you are,” I groaned. “Please go away and leave me alone.” I started to close the door, but he blocked it open with his foot. “Not a chance, GaliGee. Now I need you more than ever.” Grabbing my arm, he pulled me outside. He shut the door and half led, half dragged me to his black Coupe de Ville convertible and opened the passenger door. I looked at him warily. “Now, please don’t force me to do anything un-gentlemanly, beloved.” His eyes briefly flashed red before returning to their usual blue. I knew from experience that resistance would be futile, so I reluctantly got in. He leaned over me and buckled the seat belt. “What could you possibly need from me now?” I grumbled. Makuta started the motor and pulled into the street. “Remember how I promised you that one day we would rule Mata Nui together?” “Uh, yeah,” I muttered uneasily. “Well, now that everyone has left for Metru Nui, we will!” he smiled. I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I unbuckled the belt and started to vault over the door. Makuta reached over and pushed me back into the seat with his arm. “Now don’t do anything hasty, sweetheart,” he warned. “Just relax and let me explain.” “What’s to explain? You’re having another megalomaniac fantasy, and you want to drag me into it.” “This is no fantasy, beloved. The island is really ours for the taking!” He buckled my seatbelt again. “Would I lie to you?” he asked sweetly. 2 Makuta Island GaliGee “Well,” I answered slowly, “last time I saw you, you told me that--” “It was a rhetorical question, dear,” he frowned. I decided to take the direct approach. “Makuta, please take me home. I like peace, and order, and tranquility. Whenever you’re around, you always drive me crazy with fear.” “But that’s exactly why I need your help,” he crooned, turning out of the neighborhood onto a wide avenue. “You’ll be such a benevolent influence on the islanders.” “What islanders? Everyone has left!” “They have. But I’m going to repopulate it. Remember all those kraata that were trapped in the caves in Po-Koro?” “Oh, no,” I groaned. “An island full of kraata?” “Yes! And Rahkshi! And you and me! I’m going to rename it ‘Makuta Island’.” He put a Louis Armstrong CD into the player in the dashboard and turned up the volume. I leaned back into my seat and closed my eyes. What was I in for this time? “It’s going to be wonderful, my angel,” he continued. “That lovely paradise, all to ourselves. And our delightful children.” “Your children,” I reminded him. “And I wouldn’t go so far as to call them delightful.” I shivered as I remembered my experiences with the unruly, destructive Rahkshi last time he had hauled me off to Mata Nui. “They’ll grow on you,” he assured me. I shivered again. “Look, Makuta, I can’t just leave. I have commitments. People are going to worry if I just disappear.” “Well, of course it would be my preference for you to stay with me forever. But after your work is done, I’ll take you home whenever you want,” he smiled as he pulled onto the highway. He accelerated to his customary velocity, pegging the speedometer. “And what work is that, exactly?” “Rebuilding the villages.” “For the Rahkshi to live in?” I asked skeptically. 3 Makuta Island GaliGee “Actually, no one will live in them.” The Master of Shadows set the cruise control and leaned back in his seat. “You see, the people at LEGO are discussing a work opportunity with me. They’re talking about putting me into a flashback next year. Nothing is definite yet, but I have high hopes.” “And?” “And I think my chances will be better if we restore the island first. You know, to save them the trouble. It’ll be a gesture of goodwill on my part.” “Especially since it was your Rahkshi that wrecked it in the first place,” I surmised. “That’s one way of looking at it,” shrugged Makuta. “If Takua had just given me the Avokhii, we wouldn’t have so much work to do.” I sighed. I didn’t feel like arguing against his insane point of view. “Rebuilding the villages is going to take a long time,” I remarked. “Oh, you’ll be done before you know it,” he smiled. “How about a slice of that pizza, before it gets cold?” I opened the box and handed Makuta a piece of pizza. “Thanks,” he said, gesturing behind him. “Get a couple of drinks out of that cooler back there, would you please, dearest?” I looked into the back seat. There was a chaotic heap of electronic equipment, books, and blankets. A few Bionicle parts were sticking out of the pile. As I pulled out a small insulated cooler, I saw some glass jars underneath. I recoiled in disgust when I realized they contained motionless kraata. “I see you brought a few of your kids,” I said, handing Makuta a Coke. “Yes, those are the ones you know already. That’s Turahk, Kurahk, Vorahk, Panrahk, Guurahk, and Lerahk,” he said proudly. “I thought you re-absorbed them after you were smashed by the door.” “Well, I tried to, but it didn’t work. When I pulled them out of myself, it seems the kraata really became separate individuals. They never fully re-integrated themselves into me. So I pulled them back out again.” “I see,” I winced. “But I was able to borrow their strength long enough to get my own back, and I’m grateful to them for that. And being so close to them for a while, I could share their memories. It was a bit like forming a Kaita. Except that their little minds are too limited to understand much of mine, of course.” 4 Makuta Island GaliGee I had concluded long ago that Makuta was infinitely weird and creepy. Still, every new thing I learned about him only made him seem more so. “Have some pizza, precious,” he urged. But my appetite had vanished. I opened a Coke instead. “So, you’ve kept the form you built for yourself after you were crushed,” I commented. “Yes, I rather like it. I miss the big hulking thing, because it was so effective at scaring people. But this one has the advantage of being able to fly. And how do you like my improved color scheme? I let myself into the LEGO warehouse and found a few bits and pieces.” “Nice spikes,” I shrugged, handing him another piece of pizza. “And at least your parts match now. But if you really want to rebuild the island, why don’t you change yourself into a big piece of construction equipment?” Makuta laughed. “I suppose I could. But the Matoran villages were quite primitive. Remember, this is for a flashback, so they’ll be the old-style simple villages, not the elaborate ones they built after the Kal were defeated. Once the debris is cleared, it’s going to be a matter of weaving seaweed and smoothing mud, not using heavy machinery.” “I don’t think I’m really the one you want for this, Makuta. I don’t know how to build anything.” “Oh, you’re definitely the one I want,” he grinned. “Gali Nuva’s looks, without her attitude. Besides, you won’t be doing the actual work, anyway. Your job is to oversee the Rahkshi while they do it.” “The Rahkshi?” I was aghast. “But… they’re made for destruction! How am I going to get them to build anything?” “You have a couple thousand miles to figure that out,” Makuta chuckled. “My sons are quite strong, and they have a variety of talents. Have you seen the kraata page on bionicle.com?” “Well, yes, I have.” I remembered a long list of very strange powers, ranging from anger to weather control. Unfortunately, I didn’t recall anything that even remotely resembled the construction trades.
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