User blog:Thebioniclelegend/Hired Hand

CLANG! CLANG!

Footsteps echoed around a factory on Xia. A lone figure strode down the hallway. His body was in a bright red and orangish color, his mask was an intimidating Mask of Scavenging, and he carried a Cordak Blaster. He kept looking left and right, as if watching. He suddenly made a left turn. Two Vortixx walked by, babbling among themselves. He reached out and, before they could make a noise, hit a single spot on their left arms. Both of them slumped to the floor.The figure continued.

"I want them sent now!" a Vortixx cried. "With that bandit hanging around, we can't afford to lose these Energy Extraction Rifles! They're for the Brotherhood!" He turned around and strode into his office. He moved in....

Closer...Closer... Through his scope, the figure watched. His long, straight rifle was aimed at the Vortixx. Almost there....Now!

BANG! the rifle went off, sending a slug out and into the Vortixx torso, just beneath his Aorta.

"Need to work on my aim." the red figure said, his Mask activated. He grabbed the Vortixx identification, taking off.

Target One: The Turaga of Southern Island Zempad
Job Information

Client: Makuta Krika

Target: Turaga Meltz, of Zempad

Status: Dead or Alive, preferably alive.

Weapons needed: Electrified dagger, Air Katana, Rhotuka Launching Shield, Zamor Launcher, black Zamor.

Rondem did not know why a Makuta would want a Turaga of a pitiful southern Island, but he was paying good money. Well, not money, more like a new Brotherhood weapon. The Turaga was here already, and the Zamor Launcher and sphere were already out. He aimed carefully, firing dead at the Turaga. The Zamor passed through, tagging him. Rondem could follow him anywhere now. There were Toa, of course, but Krika offered currency for every Toa that got in Rondem's way too, so he'd take care of them. He pulled out his Shield. He had taken it from a Toa who... no longer needed it. Two Toa, two Rhotuka, two seconds before they'd raise an alarm. He had that easy. He charged his first Rhotuka. He called forth a Kanohi Sanok, not that he needed it. Call it...reassurance. He fired. His spinner, with the power to overwhelm and kill a Tahtorak with a hit, flew toward the Toa. It hit...

Two down, Rondem thought. He clicked in his razor-sharp air katana. They were copies of Toa Tools he had seen, just like many other weapons Rondem used. He glided down, landed in front of the Turaga. He fired his spinner. As he expected, a Matoran leapt in front of it, taking the blow. Fool. He was already dead. He pulled out his dagger and threw it at the Turaga. It hit his arm.

"You missed, assassin." the Turaga said.

"Not exactly." Rondem countered as the electrical pulse fused his mechanical parts and burned his organics. He wasn't dead, not yet, anyway....but Destral and Krika might actually be worse.

Back at Destral, Rondem was getting paid. "First, 1,000 for two Toa dead. And now...." Krika pulled out a small weapon. It looked like a rifle and a base in one, but not powerful enough to do anything. "It's called a Hagah. I know you think it doesn't look good, but..." he planted it in the ground and pulled a trigger. A small bolt, no larger than the space between Rondem's eyes, shot out. It hit the wall...or at least, up until about two seconds ago, there was a wall. Now it was a few bricks on the ground. Half of the other walls had been blown away as well.

"I'll take it." Rondem said.

Ocea Magna, Home of the Great Beings
Two robed figures strode down a hallway. "I'm just saying, why do we divide jobs into different categories? Moniter, Builder, Mechanic, Creator, Leader..." the larger of the two said.

"I don't know." the smaller replied. Both swept their hoods back. One, the smaller, was light built, thin, wiry, and looked weak. The larger was powerfully built, muscles peeking out from his robe, with wide shoulders. "I'm just saying, Sebin, we should be helping. I mean, you're a Moniter, I'm a Creator. Why does that matter?"

"Head Creator, Magalai." Sebin said. "I mean, a Moniter just looks at the graphs and charts, along with the monitoring spy stuff."

"It's not spy stuff, and you know it. It's important." Magalai replied. He and Sebin were good friends. Magalai was small, and even teased at the Learning Center, so Sebin had been a bodyguard-like figure. He was 200,000 years older than Magalai, and not nearly as smart. That's why he had been assigned to Moniter. "I'm just...Oh, no." he finished.

"What?" Sebin asked.

"We're late for Physical Education! Coach will kill us!" They hurried off.

Gym class, Learning Center, 5th Period.
"Today we will play dodgeball." the Coach said.

"I hate dodgeball." Sebin said.

"Whoo! I love it!" Magalai answered.

They lined up. Sebin, as always, was chosen first, Magalai last. "Well, kept my record." Magalai said.

"What record?" Sebin asked.

"I've gone 327 times picked last!" Magalai said. The Coach blew the whistle, and the game started. Sebin grabbed a ball and hurled it. The "no powers" rule meant he just used natural strength. Nonetheless, it slammed into a rival. He walked off. Magalai dodged and generally tried not to get hit.

"Throw a ball, or at least catch!" a Great Being on the sidelines said. Sebin and Magalai were the only ones left.

"I'll try!" Magalai grabbed a ball. He threw it. "Hufff..." It hit the ground three feet before the target. "This is embarrassing." he said. Sebin grabbed a ball. He hit Magalai's target.

"Throw it!" he said. A ball hit him.

"Out!" the coach called.

"Uh-oh." Magalai gulped. He moved left, bent back, dodged, jumped, ducked....

"Go anywhere!" The Coach called.

"AAAAH!" WHOOO.... POW! POW! POW!

BEEP BEEP BEEP! Sebin's communicator went off. "Uh, Magalai? Might want to see this...."

Target Two: A Toa of Plasma on Megarzla Nui
Job Information

Client: Makuta Teridax

Target: A Toa

Status: Dead

Weapons needed: Bamboo disk, Air Launcher

Rondem crept slowly through the building. He moved silently....

"Stop, vandal." a voice said.

"I'm far from a vandal, Toa." Rondem replied. He flipped over his enemy, landing behind him. His air launcher, modified to shoot Ammonia, a toxic gas, slammed into a Kanohi Hau's shield. "Oh, come on!" Rondem said.

The Toa turned, flail at the ready. He swung. Rondem backflipped over it, grabbing and yanking the chain. The Toa stumbled, off balance. Rondem suddenly gasped as the chain turned into plasma. "Nice trick I have." The Toa said. "Turns into solid plasma."He whipped it around. Rondem jumped away and grabbed the nearest weapon.

"Kolhii Stick!" He said. Well, he'd make it work. The Toa swung again. Rondem charged the stick with shadow, then blocked. Then he attacked, but found himself parried. They fought back and forth, deadly chains getting close to killing and a stick ready to beat something. One of them finally hit the other.

Rondem stumbled back. "Ow." he said. The Toa pressed his advantage. Rondem suddenly straightened out, launching countless spheres of ammonia. At the same time, he knocked Kolhii balls into his opponents guard while hurling the bamboo disk. The spheres and balls did their job, taking the Toa down. Rondem activated his Mask of Scavenging. The disk....it cracked open his mace! He retrieved a strange sphere from inside it. Immediately, power flooded his being. Lightning crackling around him, and he realized he was floating. "Oh, yes. This is good."

Chapter Two
"This is not good." Magalai said.

"I thought so." Sebin said. "A being with the power of a Great Being...this is bad."

"It's Rondem." Magalai said.

"Who?" Sebin asked.

"My...Prototype for the Toa. I designed him to be the ultimate specimen, agile, dextrous, long-lived, strong, fast... but he rebelled." Magalai answered.