Kanahka's Chronicle

Kanahka's Chronicle is a prequel to the Altronia Continuity written from Kanahka's point of view.

Entry 1
This has been a most eventful week. Rohko and I, being brothers, were on a routine relaxation trip. Since no one will accept us Hordika ones anywhere, we make a living sailing and taking whatever people don't need that we do, like, say, machine parts, provisions, weapons of low quality, stuff like that. We decided to try Metru Nui for scraps. Surely they had something we could have our way with. No one was doing any routine work, from what we had heard of Metru Nui. They seemed to be rebuilding everything.

When we got to the bay, we could see that the city was in ruins. The Matoran were obviously trying to rebuild everything, but since when was Metru Nui in ruins? The Ga-Matoran, brave as they are, drove us out of the bay, calling us nasties. Who could blame them?

I sometimes hate the way I look, too. True, I am lean and strong, with green armor and a spinner launcher, but I'm just plain ugly, too. Rohko fares better. He's red, with a bigger frame and leaner build.

We were also affected by the venom's emotional side differently. Rohko is more brutal than me.

Despite our differences, we get along well, and we always travel together.

We ended up on an island we knew as Gahnu Nui. There was a Matoran tribe there, clawing for existence. The island had been decimated due to buildup of volcanic gases, and there was not much left. What was left was not very habitable. The Matoran were forced to share a single grove of trees, and that was not always easy to preserve. Us? We ate anything we could find.

There was another island nearby that had good foliage, but Rohko didn't want to share with the Matoran. Due to his angry nature, I complied. As we settled on the islet, we realized we were not alone. There were quite a few other outcasts and renegades on this island, too. It was a haven for such sorts. There was the short, but very fast Vohk and the Matoran Matu and Hoka, Matu was a Ta-Matoran, and Hoka was a Matoran of Water, and they were best friends forever.

Right now, everything is generally peaceful, except that Vohk is in my ear going, "Whatcha writin'? Can I see? Does it have pictures?" and will find out the hard way how he is wrong if he doesn't shut up right now.

Entry 2
This week has been very tense. Vohk has been a little stuck-up, Matu and Hoka have not been very social with the others, Rohko has been ornery and rude, and I have been too passive instead of being the peacemaker the way I usually am. I need to make an effort to get involved. At least sharing provisions has not been a problem. We all agree to the fact that cooperation always accomplishes more work than solitary labor, but that doesn't mean that all of us have enjoyed it. Rohko, especially, has issues with sharing food. I mentioned before that we were affected differently by the Visorak venom, Rohko and I. I was vague. Rohko has displayed a greater brutality level than before, and it has been slowly increasing. I get brutal impulses often. We were strong enough to burst out before we were affected too badly, and our naturally strong immune systems also blunted it some. We are not in danger of falling into rage, but Rohko's tense emotions make it seem that he is. My impulses have gotten stronger slowly, and I fear for my peace of mind. Recently we have been trying to put aside our differences for the greater good. Somehow I feel that this cooperation will come in handy later. Vohk, who is fast enough to cross water, has seen an island that gleams off in the distance. We built a crude telescope, and sure enough, there it was, shining brightly. Rohko, with widgets in his eyes, has ordered everyone to start making boats to cross the ocean. Despite his brutality and gruffness, he makes an excellent leader, if a little greedy. We arrived at the island, despite our oddly terrifying trip. We were constantly being plagued by some tiny pirates with staffs. They seemed rather weak, but then one hurled Hoka aside, causing her to slam into the rail of our boat. They were short, clad in bright armor in shades of blue, green, and red, and knew what they were doing in combat. I would have offered a peace agreement, but Rohko simply shot a spinner at the deck, and the shock wave knocked the trio off. Pretty wasteful, as I told him, but he thought we had enough "meddlesome wimps" already.

Entry 3
This week has been most eventful. The little pirate wannabes actually introduced themselves and offered alliance. They "saw potential." They are: Red; Zalko, Green; Lahka, Blue; Vahkon. They have the potential for forming a Katia, they say. I would denfenitely like to see that!

This is a very, very beautiful place. Green leaves, sapphire waters, golden sand, pearly crystal, snow-capped peaks. It is almost as if the Great Beings decided to paint a picture, then make it into an island. If so, they are the greatest artists in the universe.

Zalko seems feisty, but he is a valiant warrior. He posesses a pincer staff that can grab objects with a vise-like grip, as well as hit people without breaking.

Lahka speaks in tree-speak, don't ask me why. He wields a adhering spade that can stick to any surface. It is quite an aid in climbing.

Vahkon is amphibious and creative. Her weapon is a crusher staff that can grip and/or compress anything she chooses it to.

They have shown able to form a Katia after all. It calls itself Zakalonn, and it has all of the powers of the trio. Once it forms, it is quite a sight to behold. The time that they formed the Katia was when they were about to be run over by a Kikanalo stampede. Rather than fight individually and get flattened, the trio merged into a Toa-sized, bipedal warrior wielding a massive, complex sword that looked remarkably like a fusion of their weapons.

Zakalonn never had to use its weapon, though, because it simply hoisted the lead Kikinalo over its head and the beasts all did a collective 90-degree turn. "At least no one died," is what I said then.

After conversation with Zakalonn, it revealed that "it" preferred to be called "he" and that he was stronger than Rohko. How did we know his strength? Rohko had insulted the Katia, and the short, swift battle that followed convinced Rohko to never do that again.

Is this how we work together? Is this unity? I wonder, and I worry, because I have seen proof that there is another power here, powerful and evil. The unknown power is always evil, is it not? That's how it always works. I think.

Entry 4
The evil power was confirmed. it was a Runask, red and green armor and a nasty temper. His name was Thrana-something. I remember the battle in detail. We were walking into another dark cave. Rohko said, "It's always a dark cave. Why can't we take refuge in a tree?" "Because not all of us act like Kanae-Ra-Brakas hybrids, Rohko," Zalko replied harshly. I was about to scold him for insulting Rohko for no reason when I realized that he would not listen if I tried. He was in a stasis field.

"Free training dummies," the Runask said cheerfully. "Burtok will be pleased."

Rohko bellowed and charged like a Kane-Ra at the Runask, but a blast of energy from his arm sent Rohko flying into a wall. The rest of us readied our weapons. "Who are you?" I asked sternly.

"Who am I?" he repeated. "I am your new master, a representative of the absolute ruler of this island. I am named-" and he stated his name. I cannot recall it, but Lahka pointed out how dumb it was. As our adversary laughed in response, a twisted, lanky creature stepped forward. We did not know who he was, nor did we care much, as Rohko smashed him to the floor. I was slightly shocked at Rohko's sudden actions, especially since we all thought that he was unconscious. The creature bent out of shape on hitting the floor, almost as if he had no resistance to his joints bending backward. Right after this happened, he "reassembled" himself and turned on to the attack.

The Runask laughed all the while, and announced, "You all are so pathetic, you couldn't figure out the Puzzle Scroll of Krekka if you tried." Either Mister Runask had met Mister Rohko sometime before, or just knew how to bug people to death, I will never know, but Rohko smacked the Thing away and plowed his clawed arm into Mr. Runask, sending him flying across the chamber.

Matu approached our adversary and told him our plight on this island, explaining how we were poor, simple folk and only wished to make a home there.

"Hah!" Mr. Runask barked sharply, "I've heard that one a dozen times, and have killed the liars just as many times. So I will do to you pitiful excuses for spies!" Mr. Runask raised his arm, revealing an energy cannon attached to it. He fired several times, but our group was too quick to be shot. The three mini-pirates linked eyes and combined, forming Zakalonn. A weapon grew out of its hand, which glowed and fired pulse blasts. Only two out of six fired hit our adversary, which was a little disappointing. I covered for Zakalonn by firing spinners. My little friends disintegrated the floor beneath Mr. Runask's feet, sending him to a short plunge. The plunge, being only about six feet, did not harm our enemy, just stunned him. This was a perfect opportunity for Vohk to rush in and deliver a dozen blows to our adversary, but all he did was run in circles around our enemy, intending to make a cyclone, no doubt.

I rushed up to him and caught him in mid-run. "There are no wind currents for you to bend in a CAVE!" I shouted in his face. "Try something less flashy for once in your life!"

Vohk smirked and said, "Then what point is there to doing it?"

I grimaced and slapped him aside with my blade. I soon regretted my rash and very Rohko-like actions, but at this point I was too engulfed by anger to do much about it. I leaped into the pit, lifted my blades over my head, and began to bring them down on our enemy. I do not recall exactly what happened next, but somehow in ended with me against the wall and in a lot of pain. Matu and Hoka were clinging to our enemy's shoulders, trying to bring his to the ground. Our enemy was continuously firing his arm cannon to keep Zakalonn away, and his contortionist ally was dealing with Rohko.

I realized that I needed to do something to help my team. Matu and Hoka were soon tossed off our enemy's shoulders, so I decided to start by distracting Mr. Runask while someone devised a plan. I continued to parry arm rockets and heat vision with my swords, all the while evading my adversary's stasis tool. I did not expect the plan to come from where it did, but, lo and behold, Rohko devised the winning plan.

"Kanakha!" he shouted to get my attention. "Visorak cave!"

I complied, doing exactly as I had done to a cave full of Visorak shortly after our mutation. What is that? Well, it involves me firing spinners at the ceiling of the cave, which I did. "Retreat!" Rohko and I shouted simultaneously.

Vohk grabbed both Matu's and Hoka's arms and rushed out of the cave with them. Zakalonn smashed the contortionist into the cave when the creature stopped fighting to look at the ceiling. Zakalonn then ran out of the cave, but its stout legs were never meant for sprinting, so it looked winded.

I soon realized that Rohko was still in the cave, grappling with the Runask. I shouted at Rohko to get out of there, but he didn't seem to hear me. There was masonry falling all around the cave entrance, and we all expected the worst. Dust blocked our view of the happenings inside, but we did hear a loud thud of someone hitting a wall. That impact sped up the rate of the cave-in. The falling masonry continued to fall for about another minute, and when it was done, we were sure that Rohko was trapped. Then we saw a scythe-like weapon burst through the rocks. It was Rohko, using Mr. Runask's tool to escape.

Well, that was two days ago, and here I am now, sitting on my makeshift seat in my chamber, being haunted by Vohk's presence. He advises me that "'Mr. Runask's' name is Thranatuka, and Mr. Runask looks like it's written by an idiot."

I advise him that I am thoroughly perturbed by his presence here and that I may shove his face into a small animal's burrow if he does not leave right this instant. He wisely decides to leave, thus allowing me to run out of things to write about.