Headcanon that Skrall as a species are essentially doomed on Spherus Magna.
Even though they are warriors of the highest caliber, 100,000 years of war, starvation, and the loss of every female of their species leads to a slow, inevitable decline.
Headcanon that Skrall as a species are essentially doomed on Spherus Magna.
Even though they are warriors of the highest caliber, 100,000 years of war, starvation, and the loss of every female of their species leads to a slow, inevitable decline.
In wake of people suddenly starting to reblog my Marendar design (thanks btw) and just sudden influx of Marendar posting period,I had a realization:
If you think about it Marendar was to Agori what the Toa were to Matoran. A protector created to protect the weak from the wicked.
Granted, it is implied that Marendar was just a cold-blooded killing machine just created to kill Toa were the Toa go rogue but still. The fact that Agori/Glatorian see Marendar as this protective guardian angel figure to the point they named it after their term for SALVATION is such an interesting detail to me, considering how it clashes with both the MU inhabitants and the audience seeing it as a coldblooded killer.
And while we see Marendar killing the toa we know and love as cruel due to killing living beings with their hopes and dreams, from the POV of Great Beings, Marendars mission to kill toa was justified. Since like the Great Beings didn’t intend toa to be sapient. They were just supposed to be machines created to fulfill their duty in the Great Spirit Robot. Not to mention Toa could possess powerful weapons and harness the elements. So like that + the sapience could make toa easily dangerous. Sure Toa were valiant heroes who won’t hurt anyone unless they had to but it’s not like the Great Beings knew that,let alone that the Toa became sentient thanks to Awakening. THey simply created Marendar as a conviency plan in case the Toas AI went rogue or they started act out of control.
But yeah while Marendar was most likely going to just be an antagonistic plot device serving as a source of tension (and possibly as a way to trim down the cast during post canon plot),it is genuinely fascinating how Marendar was this knightly protector in the eyes of the Magnaians.
Your Glatorian name is the first two letters of your middle name followed by your birth month.
January -rix
February -lum
March -tus
April -akk
May -esh
June -all
July -ura
August -rox
September -iina
October -kar
November -rel
December -vus
Prior to the Core War the Elemental Lords were essentially the god-kings of the various Agori tribes. The entire planet went to war on the orders of these few beings and there was no indication in the lore that they shared power or even received council from their own people. Their power over their respective kingdoms was, in all likelihood, absolute.
Chances are, they began to believe their own hype and demanded tribute, or even worship from their people. Food, artwork, precious metals, and even the blood and lives of their own people, or their enemies. These were brutal old gods, their favor and access to their element and powers could only be bought by fear and worship.
Even when they largely retreated to fight over the power of the maze after the shattering, they probably still demanded and received tribute from what remained of their people. Most of the Agori and Glatorian were hanging on to life by a thread, and investing what little they had curring the favor to someone who could bring water or quell the sandstorms would be an attractive option.
After Mata Nui swiped power from under the noses of the Elemental Lords, battled an evil god in a giant robot body, and fixed the world. His broken body leaks out millions of new people, some of whom have all the powers of the elemental lords. New religions have been started on far less...
Most of the Elemental Lord cults begin transferring worship to the sleeping Mata Nui, and to his saints/servants/acolytes the Toa. While used to being beloved by their Matoran, the Toa are probably very confused and uncomfortable with the thought of being religious icons or lesser gods.
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Agori Cult: “Oh great Toa, please accept our tribute and spare us from your holy wrath for another season.”
Bo-Toa: *Opening door and shaking fist.* “You guys again? Seriously, stop bringing me all these goats! You could just ask me if you need help with your crops, I already told you I’d help you, it’s my job. And stop jamming my Suva full of gold and jewels! Do you know how long it takes me to clean it out? And you! With the liquor bottle! Don’t even think about pouring it out on my garden again, it’s killing all my flowers!”
Vakama is a worrier by nature, from his time as a mask maker through his Turaga years. He’s an anxious mess even after his ego and confidence even out a bit after the Visorak debacle. It only gets worse during his time as a Turaga, he’s just spent too many years on the defensive, keeping his people going on the very brink of ruin and death at the hands of Teridax. That anxiety, coupled with his raging case of untreated PTSD did him no favors.
Keeping Toa (Death-Wish) Tahu alive and steering the walking chaos factory that is Takua in the right direction just about did him in.
Sleep, food, everything not devoted to keeping his people safe was thrown by the wayside for over a thousand years. Now he has to help direct and care for not only all the residents evacuated from the GSR, but all the Spherus Magna residents that moved into New Atero.
They have so little time to organize and build a city, and the initial shortage of infrastructure and food puts everyone at risk of growing ill or starving. The rising threat of the Skakdi, Bone Hunters, Skrall, Dark Hunters, and even rogue Great Beings weighs heavily on him as well.
No Pressure
By week six Vakama is a wreck, running from meeting to meeting running on nothing but the Matoran equivalent of coffee and a continual panic attack. It’s gotten so bad that even Onewa’s Komau can’t cut through the fog and force him to lie down and rest. No amount of convincing from his fellow Turaga, the Toa, or the Agori and Glatorian officials can get him to slow down and rest.
Things get worse and worse, and Vakama looks like he’s going to drop dead from the biomech equivalent of a heart attack. That is until Kiina hears about his previous visions that she has the bright idea to poke a certain sleeping mask with a stick and make some demands.
That week, many new Toa Teams rise suddenly from the ranks of very surprised Matoran, (and a few exceptionally surprised Glatorian!) Shelters go up very quickly with so many new Fe and Po Toa on hand. The first round of planted crops mysteriously mature overnight and new Bo Toa call forth edible vegetation everywhere around the city.
Later that same week Vakama has a vision wherein he meets his maker.
Mata Nui appears in all his golden glory and promptly tells Vakama that his god commands him to go and get some f@#*ing sleep. And maybe eat something. And have a bath. Look, just, take care of yourself for once. Seriously, we’re all worried about you, yes, even me. Yes, I’ll let you know if something is going to happen, just go lie down me dammit.
Vakama wakes up a day later in bed, slightly bewildered and much more rested. The others, including Mata Nui, do more to take more of the work and regularly force their favorite Turaga to take it a bit easy.
Agori and Glatorian sailors used to travel the seas on living ships. Doubtless like any sailing culture they would have developed legends of a people living under the waves, living in a wondrous undersea kingdom. Some may have told legends of friendly merfolk who aided lost sailors, and others of deadly and beautiful creatures luring sailors to their doom.
And with the formation of new Spherus Magna, those people suddenly exist!
Certainly Gali and the other Ga-Matoran and Toa (and Toa Mahri) dwell on the ocean as sailors do, and a few can breath underwater. But none of the beautiful water maidens live under the sea full time as the sailors dreamed.
However, Ehlek’s species now dwelling in the oceans, and probably building that aquatic utopia. No one mistakes them for beautiful sea maidens, The Order “upgraded” their species with wicked claws, super strength, and a predisposition for killing Makuta, but they’re probably friendly or neutral with the sailors that pass through their waters. As long as no-one overfishes their territory or out-and-out hunts them they’re probably good neighbors of the sea.
Clever sailors probably start trading relationships with them, bringing items like fruit and tools that they can’t normally get in the sea. In return, they’ll trade fish or rarer items like pearls and pretty shells. Some of them might even announce their presence to sailors by singing, though their voices aren’t so lovely or deadly as that of a siren.
And many of the pit prisoners who are now amphibious might have fled back to the oceans to hide from potential jailers. Sailors quickly learn to be wary of any seafolk that appear that aren’t covered in spines and whistling a friendly tune. These outlaws will often raid ships, rising up from the ocean without warning to kill and steal whatever goods they can before diving back into the ocean without a trace. Until The Order of Mata Nui can hunt them down, sailors may encourage the friendly merfolk or a local Toa to accompany their ships on voyages.
After all, who among us wouldn’t like to pass a long voyage trading sea shanties with a mermaid?
A hypothetical take on a future story arc wrapping up the story of the Shadowed One had G1 Bionicle had run a bit longer...
There’s a strange group of people in the far Southern Isles.
They look sort of like matoran and toa, but they don’t wear masks and they don’t have powers. It’s said that they’re more flesh than metal: you can see it for yourself if you manage to catch one without their armor on. They speak to others in broken, accented matoran, and they speak amongst each other in a strange tongue that no one else knows.
In that tongue, they call themselves “agori” or “glatorian”. In matoran, they call themselves the Sand Tribe.
A fitting name, given where they sleep. They’re a nomadic seafaring people that live in small groups. At night they make camp on the sandy beaches of the islands. In the day they sail up and down the chain in large, sturdy rafts. They make their living as couriers, shipping cargo and messages between isles, but even if they don’t get work they will still live. Look into their eyes and you will see it… but be careful. Those eyes hold secrets. They are old eyes, older than you, older than the stars. They have witnessed wonders you cannot possibly imagine. They have known suffering, scarcity, and crisis, and they have endured it. They are survivor’s eyes. If they had to the Sand Tribe could hunt, trap, forage, and build whatever they need from land and sea far more hostile than the Southern Isles. They could live somewhere barren as an endless, wartorn desert and they’d still survive.
The sand tribe seem so out of place in this world that sometimes one can’t help but ask where they came from. They’ll never answer. They’ll only smile and say, “We hitched a ride”.
Who ended up teaching Lewa the Agori language
Probably Onua, now that I think about it. But Lewa probably showed off to his teammates, because they learned it the bogus magic way and he was learning it the hard way, so it’s way more impressive
I get the feeling Lewa would love some parts of Agori culture, such as the whole children thing. They’re like the Le-Koro villagers but without jobs, so they can play all day :uuuuuuuuu
I bet he works in some manner of childcare in his off time, and he is great at it
Him learning the language the hard way probably left him with an atrocious accent. Between that, the speed at which he speaks, and his tendency to add in tree-speak, Agori hard time understanding him.
The Agori and Glatorian parents catch on quickly to the notion of free childcare by a being fully capable of curb stomping an army. He’s probably not good with infants and toddlers, but as soon as the kids are old enough to keep up they’re allowed to stay with Uncle Lewa when their parents are at work.
I disagree about him not being good with infants and toddlers, because I can think of no other Toa more qualified for playing peekaboo for nine hours straight with a constant level of enthusiasm throughout
Napping might be an issue until you consider Le-Koro was big on music, and maybe he knows some quiet songs/tunes to play on some kind of instrument. Or, he could probably get Onua to deal with all the rocking cribs and boring stuff like that
The finest babysitting duo the world has ever seen
Lewa may be the undisputed peakaboo king, but I can’t imagine him willingly changing diapers or keeping the babies on any sort of coherent feeding or sleep schedule. Though if Onua is there to help then without doubt they are the finest babysitting duo on all of Spherus Magna.
After Journey’s End, how long do you think it took to convince the Matoran that destined Agori don’t become Glatorian, and there really are no Agori equivalents to a Turaga, just old people and Agori that are leaders of villages
Maybe no one thought to tell them until after the first search for the Turaga-Agori was conducted, or after someone asked Ackar when was he going to become a Turaga
Rumors spread among the Agori that anyone who can get past the Order guards and touch his mask will be granted their own Toa powers. Over the millenia a few do sneak in close enough to touch the Mask of Life, and always to disastrous results. Still, the rumors persists and there are always those who seek power...
Another thing I really wanted to see in Bionicle: Strakk’s exile after his fight with Ackar. I want to see him run into Malum. I’ve seen a few fans with the same idea, making it a very interesting and dramatic moment, but honestly I’m just picturing Malum outright laughing and mocking him
“LOOK AT THIS COWARDLY NERD, EXILED AFTER LOSING HIS FIGHT LIKE A FOOL. HEY STRAKK, AT LEAST I WON MY MATCH, YOU LOSER”
Headcanon that as a side effect of reformation of Spherus Magna Mata Nui accidentally granted some Glatorian and Agori elemental powers (like those he bestowed to his friends). The trait behaves something like a recessive random mutation with a handful of individuals developing the powers each generation. Perhaps unlike Toa, an individual with bloodlines from many different villages could wield multiple elements.
Who’s on board for a Bionicle Avatar series?
YES.
It was implied that the Glatorians had some genetic quirk that allowed them to be receptive to receiving or developing elemental power, but for whatever reason they just never acquired them under natural circumstances (though perhaps some of the early Great Beings discovered this property by accident and started experimenting, creating the Element Lords).
I think of it working kind of like metamorphosis in axolotls. Doesn’t happen in nature much, but can be induced with the right catalyst.
And according to Greg, Mata Nui initially selected elements for his friends based on what colour armour they were wearing, rather than any genetic predisposition or the elemental village they were affiliated with (Hence Gresh getting Air powers), so if it happened again as an accidental side effect, it would likely be a completely random distribution of powers, so fire tribe members with ice powers and vice versa would not be unheard of.
Also, if TLR is any indicator, these powers- unlike most Toa’s- require little to no mental discipline or training to use.
i’m just picturing some poor parents trying to approach their screaming toddler while wearing welding masks and fireproof mitts.
Oh, I really like the idea of random determination of powers! Perhaps the powers can activate anywhere between birth and adolescence, meaning their awkward teenage years are doubly so as they try to manage new powers.
Perhaps not all those who inherited power would wield it at the same level. Some might only be able to sense or influence their element in close proximity. Others would have powers that dwarf those a normal Toa and can summon tidal wave or a mountain at will.
Those with mixed heritage might have multiple powers, each at different levels. How handy would it be to be both fireproof and cold resistant, while being really good at growing out a whole farm’s worth of vegetables in an instant?
Or just spend their life with a constant magnetic charge all over their bodies, with office supplies constantly sticking to them.
Headcanon that as a side effect of reformation of Spherus Magna Mata Nui accidentally granted some Glatorian and Agori elemental powers (like those he bestowed to his friends). The trait behaves something like a recessive random mutation with a handful of individuals developing the powers each generation. Perhaps unlike Toa, an individual with bloodlines from many different villages could wield multiple elements.
Who’s on board for a Bionicle Avatar series?
In honor of the month of spoopyness, lets talk funerals.
headcannon that the masks we see in the sets are like, a base form or blank version, and when someone puts it on it morphs to their facial features/personal preference. like a transformer
I like this idea, it could explain how Matoran could tell each other apart even if they’re wearing the exact same type of masks.
That’s the basis of why I draw faces on masks.
Well, even in the movies, the Huna looked very different on Vakama than it did on Macku, so I’m all for this. There’s even sort of a precedent for masks morphing given what happened when Jaller got Lhikan’s mask.
And differentiation would be pretty necessary in Onu-Koro where literally everyone has a Pakari and the low light levels mean you can barely go by colour scheme.
I love all of the above!
Headcanon that Glatorian and Agori can’t easily discern the subtle differences between the same or similar masks on different Matoran of the same element.
And everyone still confuses Taipu and Hafu.
The confusion probably works both ways, with Matoran having a lot of trouble seeing differences between the Agori. One squishy organic visage is very like another to them. They get very confused if a friend shows up in a different helmet to the one they usually wear.
Yes! It would be even more hilarious if Matoran can’t really gauge Agori age by changes in their face and so assume age is related to height as a general rule. Short adult Agori and Glatorian are often assumed to be children and are constantly asked by Matoran if they are lost and need help finding their family.
It probably gets even more awkward if Agori start wearing Matoran style masked helms as a fashion trend.
Not being familiar with helmets or hats of any kind, Matoran at first sort of assumed they were part of people’s heads. Many a confused Matoran has gone into shock or fainted out cold at the horrific sight of seeing an Agori’s helmet fall off, revealing the hair underneath.
Well, you’d probably faint too if you thought you’d just seen part of somebody’s skull split open and their “neural wires” were spilling everywhere!
Pfft! They probably start feeling sick whenever they see an Agori doing their hair. Salons are the stuff of Matoran nightmare.
At the same time, Agori can’t understand the Matoran method of taunting where they remove their mask and shake their head. Their helmets have nothing to do with modesty, why would a mask?
headcannon that the masks we see in the sets are like, a base form or blank version, and when someone puts it on it morphs to their facial features/personal preference. like a transformer
I like this idea, it could explain how Matoran could tell each other apart even if they’re wearing the exact same type of masks.
That’s the basis of why I draw faces on masks.
Well, even in the movies, the Huna looked very different on Vakama than it did on Macku, so I’m all for this. There’s even sort of a precedent for masks morphing given what happened when Jaller got Lhikan’s mask.
And differentiation would be pretty necessary in Onu-Koro where literally everyone has a Pakari and the low light levels mean you can barely go by colour scheme.
I love all of the above!
Headcanon that Glatorian and Agori can’t easily discern the subtle differences between the same or similar masks on different Matoran of the same element.
And everyone still confuses Taipu and Hafu.
The confusion probably works both ways, with Matoran having a lot of trouble seeing differences between the Agori. One squishy organic visage is very like another to them. They get very confused if a friend shows up in a different helmet to the one they usually wear.
Yes! It would be even more hilarious if Matoran can’t really gauge Agori age by changes in their face and so assume age is related to height as a general rule. Short adult Agori and Glatorian are often assumed to be children and are constantly asked by Matoran if they are lost and need help finding their family.
It probably gets even more awkward if Agori start wearing Matoran style masked helms as a fashion trend.