#nynrah ghosts

[bobthedoctor27]

Malruuk

Renowned Nynrah Ghost and leader of a prominent crafting guild. Malruuk made a name for himself with early success inventing the firing mechanism that would be later used by other Fe-Matoran crafters in the Zamor Launcher. He was ruthless in his practice and often absorbed entire operations into his guild.

During the Reign of Shadows, he openly began creating weapons for the armies of Makuta, commissioning new Exo-Toa and Protosteel molds to equip the Rahkshi armies invading the rest of the universe. Ethically ambiguous and morally dubious, Malruuk had a historic ability to always back the winning side, be they Makuta, Dark Hunter, or Vortixx.

Malruuk uses a Matoran body design I’ve been tinkering with since 2011. His mask is a noble Kadin designed by Exota Forge.

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Damn, the Ben 10 wiki’s making some deep Bonkle lore references (source).

Edit: also these two non-canon alien prisoners kinda look like Toa:

[toacody]

M.O.C.24:Phantom The Dark Hunter

Being mutated does come with limited employment opportunities.

Source

Creator: Trimondius01

[bionigrls]

Nobody can stop me from calling the ammo used by the nynrah ghostblaster a nynrah ghost.

[tempelbeast]

God the Ba Matoran, De Matoran give me nothing to work with. Anyways, Here are some secondary element Matoran. The names are made from Maori words like lightning, or iron, or gun etc. or are the word itself. I did this to make the names fit with the other Matoran names.

Pehaan, Taumah and Taika the Ba Matoran archaeological team.

Villagers of Bo Koro Huaa, Kaiw and Taiiao, with Huna Jaga’s.

Villagers of Ce Koro Iinen, Mohio and Mahaara and her Swamp Bat.

Villagers of De Koro Waahan, Paoroo and Komu, featuring Beaked climbers.

Villagers of Fe Koro Terino, Maroa and Nynrah Ghosts Heepu.

Su Matoran construction workers Kirika, Anana and Kitere.

Villagers of Vo Koro Hiiko, Uirra and Whatiri.

The Fa Matoran Aukum with his Ussal Ceaba, Autio and Haurua.

Any thoughts?

[irradiated-imp]

So when Melu became a Toa his Sky Speeder was upgraded to a Sky Bike. It's incredibly fast and can carry a large amount of weight. It's euipped with twin energy blasters on the nose, and a Nynrah Ghost blaster on the underside of the vehicle.

[gigamesh-mocs]

Cistito, Toa of Psionics

Weapon: Psionic Amplifier Frame

Mask: Mask of Rebounding (Great Ruru by Galva)

A proud and powerful Psychic, a botched mission as a young Toa caused her legs to be very frail so she, with the help of a Nynrah Ghost gifted in building prosthetics, developed a Fikou-like walker frame that doubles as an antennae for her Elemental Powers.

Built for TheLegendReborn’s Torso buildng challenge. (3/16)

[randomwriteronline]

In the time before time, a Toa of Iron arrived to a Nynrah village.

"Arrived" perhaps paints too pretty a picture.

None knew how he got there, nor how he survived long enough to do so; it remained that he dragged himself to the quiet huts upon his arms, clawing at the harsh terrain as what was left of his lower half trailed across the ground, fighting with his failing body to stay alive and clutching in his hand, desperately, a Toa Stone.

The Matoran answered to his feeble call as he begged them to greet him, for that is what Matoran do, and poured out into the wide barren streets. But the stone's sight struck them with horror and omens of unspeakable disasters.

He'd come to doom them, then? To send them all to Karzahni, to be split open and rearranged? To join their lost siblings, whose homes had been collapsed upon them leaving naught but bones and silence? He who was meant to protect them - he'd come to drag one of their own into his destiny of death?

They shivered as the being pleaded them for a successor with what little breath he still had; but every time he offered the Stone to them they all recoiled as though struck harshly, and pulled themselves back in terror.

Except for the Toolmaker.

In that village of steel and rock, he was a quiet Po-Matoran. He carved, sometimes, as Po-Matoran do; he made simple tools for his brothers to use, the kind they were too busy to make themselves. He was ordinary, despite it all: withdrawn and silent as all Nynrah Ghosts are.

He remained still for it was in his nature - a passive soul, like a cliff overlooking the lowlands. There was no courage in his immobility, no apparent thought, no apparent will.

Slowly, in the suffocating quiet, his Fe- and Po-brothers grouped behind him.

He allowed them to push him forward, knowing well that a Toa of Iron would bring too much attention, and that no simple carver wanted to lose their armor in battle; he took the Stone in hand when the dying warrior offered it once more, pleadingly, for there simply was no other option.

The Toa clamped his palms around the Matoran's.

"Toolmaker," he spoke with struggling, heaving breaths, shaking lightly, overwhelmed by the cold feeling snaking into his limbs and yet resigned, for he too once had been a Ghost. "For your brothers' sake - I must disappear."

The Toolmaker did not respond, for there was no point in it.

His arms slid beneath the warrior's: he lifted him as best as he could, unaided, for all others had already fled away from sight - as though the still living half of a body was so cursed that a mere touch could have tainted them - and dragged him into his small hut.

There was a long quiet; then a sudden deafening whisper, like crystal shattered beneath a hammer; and then, the song of the forge.

The Toolmaker emerged after hours of silent work. Toa Stone in hand, a clawed mortar worthy of a Toa as his only company, he left the small funerary settlement with not a breath to follow him inside the small temple in which Mata Nui himself refused to speak.

He never came back from it.

A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Nynrah village.

None came to greet him, and he did not ask them to; he moved through its few streets knowing well the path to follow as though he'd lived there his whole life, looking for a toolmaker's hut.

He did not find it.

What he found were pieces of rubble that might have once been walls or a roof, and no trace of anything else peeking through the wreckage - all stolen, all scavenged, reused, claimed by someone else, for that is how death and ascension look in Nynrah: a lack of existence to begin with.

The Toa of Stone kneeled on the ground, collected what pieces of what once had been home he could find, and placed them into an orderly pile.

Then, with his clawed mortar, he flattened them, and flattened them, and flattened them, until they were naught but a fine sheet of rock. And he grasped it with both hands, and waved it in the still air, watching it fold and flap like fabric as it slowly stretched into a rectangle; he wrapped himself in it, a little clumsily maybe (as he'd never gotten much chance to do so), and as invisible eyes spied him he departed from the village of ghosts never to return again.

A Toa of Stone - a beautiful being - arrived to a Toa fortress.

None had to wonder where he'd come from: his name alone, with its peculiar pronunciation, his distant quiet nature, his craftsman's mind still anchored to thoughts and rhythms and habits of a life he had passively allowed himself to be torn from, betrayed the truth of his spectral heritage.

None knew what to make of him, for he seldom spoke and simply followed orders, and only repaired all that they brought him without a word, and fixed the walls and roof when they asked him; so they left him be within the fortress, stagnating once more as a mason and repairman, and so for thousands of years lived Toa Pyea, the beautiful, who sat alone like a prized statue not allowed to be scratched even by the winds in the mortuary company of Odahiti, the clawed mortar.

(None knew why the tool was named, nor why with a Toa's name; none ever wondered, so none ever asked.)

And so for thousands of years he lived, in a long, still, lifeless life.

And then, a Kanohi Dragon attacked Metru Nui.

[agils-01]

Toa Dume, Hero from the Past (ver. Mirai)

Front View.

Back View.

Equipped with the Inferno Gunblade.

Dume on the Millenium Chaser.

Ditto but with the Gunblade in his hand.

The Millenium Chaser, a special vehicle that Dume commissioned the Nynrah Ghosts with some help from Nuparu.

The Inferno Gunblade with the Scorch Blade attached to it.

Activated alt. (The Scorch Blade superheated to emit the orange glow)

[sepublic]

Can't believe the Kestora wasted the Red Star's last functioning teleport on a dude who could've teleported himself back to the Matoran Universe anyway... I'm surprised Mata Nui did nothing over what should be a major function/organ of his not working properly; Surely Artakha and the Mask of Creation could've fixed the teleporter, right? Especially when you get onto Botar's species, and how apparently only Botar ever got revived on the Red Star since its teleporter broke down, and his mind conveniently got scrambled in the resurrection process.

I'm still stuck over the fact that Gaardus could've easily fixed this entire problem by using his power to teleport the newly-resurrected back to the Matoran Universe; But I guess he really is that bitter over a few Matoran mutating him, so screw everybody stuck on the Red Star, right? There's probably so many problems that could've been avoided if the resurrected were able to return. Hell, it arguably works in Gaardus' personal interests too; Given he made it a routine to wait for the Nynrah Ghosts who experimented on him at their respawn point, just so he could keep killing them in revenge.

Gaardus outright muses that maybe he should've just gone back to the Red Star to begin with, if he wanted to continue his revenge; And given the amorality of the Kestora, it'd have been easy to work out an arrangement where he teleports the revived back to the Matoran Universe, and in return they keep repairing and sending back the rogue Nynrah Ghosts to Gaardus for him to murder. In fact, the very Matoran who gave Gaardus his teleporting powers might've been able to help, right? If they've visited the Red Star multiple times now...

But who knows how Gaardus' teleportation works; When he received it, could he teleport to every place he'd already visited up until that point, or only places he'd visited since he received his powers? If the Kestora have the means and components to repair just about anyone, even mutations that weren't part of the Great Beings' or Mata Nui's schematics (hence Gaardus), I feel like it should've been possible for them to give somebody the same teleportation range as Botar's species.

This makes me wonder if there used to be stories about people who died with their brains intact managing to return good as new, restored by the Great Spirit himself; So people figured out the brain was the final weakness of all beings in the Matoran Universe. But then people stopped respawning period, no matter how light the damage to their bodies was, and people just dismissed the whole thing as some creation myth. I wonder if there's a Matoran Universe equivalent to Cain, the first person who figured out you could permanently kill somebody by going for the brain.

[medaknight4]

Frozen Assets

Chapter 1: License and Registration

Matua paced to one of the larger holding cells, blank tablet and chisel clipped to his hip. The scars of recent battle made his frozen home (and his joints) creak but such things wouldn't dissuade the sentry from doing his job. Instead of mulling in the anger and massive headache, the warrior pondered – something he was very good at. Odd that there isn't anything on the Wall about these people. Thousands of years of proven history and not a single mention of this ragtag team. I have to be the one to add them to it! Who they are, who they've been; what can they tell me about this world? I just wish it were under better circumstances. The Toa of Plantlife approached the door and was about to enter when he realized that he was still pretty much livid at said circumstances. Oh Matua – your mask may be calm but you still feel it. Can't question them with blurred vision. Breathe in… breathe out…

He closed his eyes and let the cold stone and air surrounding him temper the fire in his heart. It was embers now, more manageable, more useful. Matua swung open the door with practiced panache and eased himself down into the chair opposite the prisoners. Good, they haven't destroyed anything. I'm thankful that they surrendered their weapons but I have the feeling they don't need them to do some serious damage. Some of those things never stood a chance. Without missing a beat, he initiated the interrogation: “Name, base of operations; license and registration.”

The trio looked to each other, masks plastered with confusion. “We can give you our names if you wish but, respectfully, what are you even talking about? Toa don't need to announce themselves like that.”

So Silver is the face. Might be the leader but I've known the type to let their deputy do the talking. He might just also like hearing the sound of his own voice. We'll see. “Please don't feign ignorance in a Toa Fortress of all places, Sweet and Low. The Code states that we do things by the word. Our word. So I'll ask again: license and registration.”

“We have no such identification on us, Brother. Also, Sweet and Low?”

“The three of us agreed to this meeting and have observed your strange customs because cooperation is paramount.” Lime paused. “Lesovikk, Nikila, Vinik.” He pointed to himself and his comrades in turn.

Matua couldn't keep his eyes from widening but he wrangled them back into place in short order. So that explains it! The standard line of questioning doesn't apply to the Toa Cordak in the slightest but I'll keep on track, see how much they'll reveal on their own. The Brotherhood is not gonna like this…

“Base of operations? Having some corroboration with your assignment would be greatly appreciated.” Matua let slip a little menace on his last word, his favored poison. Not enough to kill, of course, but hopefully some agitation will get him somewhere.

“We don't have a base. We sort of, um, wander around…” The one known as Vinik said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on his patched up arm. “We're looking for something. Something important to us.” The Toa's eyes glazed over in a pained look.

It's not the arm doing that. No amount of healing I could do would fix losing one's Matoran. I just hope the stories are true and I can feel bad about using that inflection on them.

“So no references of any kind?” Matua sighed and shook his head. “Ghosts on the breeze. Might as well ship you off Nynrah with a pat on the back.” His eyes darted to the final unknown in this equation to gauge her response.

Navy – or Nikila, rather – has yet to speak. Her eyes are hanging on every word; she's extracting information, just like me. Gotta be careful about this one–

“Look, uh…”

“Matua.”

“We didn't ask to get involved with this,” Vinik pleaded, practically throwing his hands in the air. “I can understand you're on edge but I was hoping for some common decency. We were tailing a couple of ne'er-do-wells; we didn't sign up for a Frostelus invasion!”

“Nor the cave in that followed.”

Matua raised a brow. Ah, she speaks. With her own venom no less! On the offense to counter my own, laser-guided. I have a feeling this lightning lass is going to prove useful for the Wall; might even fill some gaps if we're lucky. The Toa of the Green let his facade melt as he put one hand on the table, the other massaging his aching head. “I want to trust you all, it's the least I can do after saving who you could save, but–”

“You were knocked out.” Nikila leaned back in her seat, satisfied with herself. “Can't be a character witness if you didn't see anything.”

Matua almost smiled. Almost. “Have you interrogated before?”

“Not at all,” Nikila replied, shaking her head. “It's simply what makes sense.”

Vinik beamed with pride. “And that's why she's the strategist.” Lesovikk nodded with the assessment but Matua had the correct assumption that the he was smiling just as hard as his teammate on the inside.

The Toa of Air eventually piped up. “We couldn't save the others but we were able to protect this.” His masked glowed a spectral green as he pulled out a spherical stone from his back. “What is it?”

Matua's face darkened as Nikila's lit up. “Look at you, deft-hands! You've been favoring the Brakas lately, huh Les?”

He nodded as the Faxon dimmed, his concentration subsiding. “Nightmares aside, they're a fun bunch of Rahi. Useful for playing tricks–” Lesovikk turned to face the frowning Toa in front of him. “–or to do some reconnaissance without interference.”

Oh, so they're all clever. Fan-freaking-tastic. Flail and Mace need to pay more attention during the tools check. Matua sat there, silently seething. He was tempted to simply swipe the stone from the more senior Toa but that would've sent the wrong message, namely that it is, in fact, important. An easy lie of omission. Maybe now is the time I play my hand.

“Excellent job stealing a fortress key, Toa Cordak. Since you've been the only ones in the dungeon as of late, it's pretty much useless. But, inventory is inventory.” Matua held out his hand as he gauged the masks in front of him. There's hurt in those eyes. But I expected… more. Poison stings less with repeated exposure; perhaps they're inoculated to the revelation.

Lesovikk returned the Makoki stone without a word. “How long have you known?”

“He's known the entire time. Ever since we gave our names.” Nikila eyed her interrogator, both impressed and miffed.

“It was the eyes, wasn't it?” Matua replied. “The real interesting thing is that we have absolutely no record of you all, just hearsay from our fellow Toa. Now I can't judge you for what you've done, or what you've been through, but what I can grill you for not knowing the Code. Seriously, have none of you heard it?”

Vinik chuckled despite himself. “I think we predate both the Code and this Fortress by a couple thousand years.”

“Or at the very least,” Lesovikk offered, “in its current state. The last time we heard of the Code, it was a single edict: Heroes don't kill. Has it changed at all since then?”

Matua stroked his chin as he quickly formulated his response. “It certainly has expanded beyond that one parameter, that's for sure. A series of social norms grew out of that idea, gaining leaves every few hundred years, being codified every half millennia or so. I suppose when you've been steeped in it, these things don't seem to change that quick.” Imagine how it must be, then, to be dropped into this brand new world with not but a lifetime of sorrow in your shoulders. He sighed. “We can help each other. Information is hard to come by in this leg of the woods, and from what I've heard, you've been in several thickets of your own-"

"Maybe we can prune these plant metaphors if we agree to help? It might be worth it for that alone." Nikila rolled her eyes but she was clearly enjoying herself.

Matua shrugged in kind, a faint smile finally gracing his mask. "You got me there." The Toa of Plantlife gently laid a couple of fingers on Vinik's arm as he continued, his Kanohi Kaosa beginning to brighten the dark chamber. "I'll show you three to our temporary quarters and get you up to speed. But you are coming with me afterwards." His attention shifted from Nikila back to his new patient. "How's the arm?"

Vinik flexed apprehensively, and then once more with glee. "I'll be. You've got my mask's counterpart!"

"The only thing it doesn't heal are broken hearts and myself, and Brother, I've dealt with both plenty." Matua extended his fist, offering a Toa's greeting. "Welcome to Toa Fortress Outpost 42. Apologies for the new decor; the Frostelus are lousy renovators."

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[the-kickster]

up until right the dang now i thought that the nynrah ghosts were actual ghosts

[wjbs-bonkle-au]

Assigning Pokémon types to each Matoran Universe element out of sheer boredom.

Primary elements

Fire -> Fire

Water -> Water

Flying -> Air

Ground -> Earth

Rock -> Stone

Ice -> Ice

Secondary elements

Fairy -> Light

Dark -> Shadow

Bug -> Sonics (because a "bug" is a hidden recording device, also insects make sound)

Fighting -> Gravity (because some martial arts make use of gravity, weight and momentum in their moves)

Dragon -> Plasma (because plasma is hot and dragons breath fire, also because I couldn't find anything else to put here)

Steel -> Magnetism

Grass -> Plantlife/The Green

Ghost -> Iron (because Nynrah ghosts, also because Ghost-type doesn't work for any of the other elements)

Electric -> Lightning

Psychic -> Psionics

[bobthedoctor27]

Headcanon: Zaktan’s Origins

Zaktan was among a number of Skakdi sold into a slave trade shortly before the Skakdi Civil War by Makuta Spiriah, in exchange for Protosteel. 

Becoming the property of a Nynrah Ghost guild, Zaktan was put to work in the Protodermis Mines of Nynrah.

Zaktan kept his eyebeam capabilities secret the entire time he was captive, until he found an opportunity to instigate a rebellion among the other laborers. Finally using his eyebeams, he alone was able to make an explosive escape, betraying his cohorts and triggering a collapse in the central mine shaft.

Hunting down and eliminating all surviving members of the Nynrah Ghost Guild, Zaktan escaped the island with stolen schematics for the Midak Skyblaster, which he used to try and buy passage off the island from a Dark Hunter. Having been sent to retrieve those very blueprints, the Dark Hunter offering Zaktan passage, ferrying the Skakdi back to Odina and presented him to The Shadowed One, along with the blueprints as proof of his value.

As a result, the remaining larger Nynrah Ghost guilds felt the need to create “Phantom” and commission a local Toa. They would also increase their defenses in the years before Nidhiki and Krekka attempted to steal the Zamor Launcher prototype.

Zaktan would rarely speak of the encounter.

[toa-ahkmou]

Upgrades

Ahkmou walked through the tunnels below Po-Metru, beside a grey and orange-armoured Matoran, yellow eyes glowing behind his mask. After a few days of work, the project he had provided the mysterious group of Fe-Matoran with was complete.

“It took a while, that battle you got into put this machine through the wringer, but the repairs and upgrades you required were no challenge for the Nynrah Ghosts.”

“Of course, that's why I hired the best.” Ahkmou nodded, as they entered the chamber where the team had been working on the Boxor prototype.

The robot stood tall against the rear wall, its armour repaired and repainted, now gleaming silver, blue glowing lights dotting its frame. The arm was re-attached, and the armour bulked up and smoothed out.

“It certainly looks different, and not entirely like what I wanted... care to explain?” Ahkmou raised an eyebrow, glancing at his comrade.

“Certainly.” The Ghost nodded, leading Ahkmou onto the gantry around the mech. “The jagged pieces of armour were pointless, in fact, worse than that. Flairs on armour just give your opponent something to grab onto or lever against. We smoothed it out and thickened it, so it will do its job better. As an extra layer of defence, a Kanohi Hau has been built into each shoulder assembly.”

“Ah, excellent.”

“As requested, thrusters have been built into the shins and back of the suit, it should allow some level of flight. You said mobility was your chief concern, yes?”

“Yes, exactly.” Ahkmou nodded. “Nuparu is building a walking tank, I need something that will suit my methods more.”

“Very well. Of course, weapons are still a priority, so we made sure to upgrade all of those too.” The Ghost said, gesturing to the large swords attached to the machine's back. “Handheld weapons should give you a greater range of control. They magnetise to the hands and can be super-heated by the core.” He then pointed to the twin cannons on the right forearm. “Both of these are capable of independent targeting, and have been made twice as powerful as before. They also run off the core, so you need not worry about ammunition.”

“Hmm, excellent. And the saw?” Ahkmou asked, pointing to the left forearm, where the disc appeared to have been replaced with a heavy, flattened bar with sharpened ends. “Call me an armchair weaponsmith, but that doesn't look all that deadly.”

“Understandable, many make that error if they aren't educated enough to recognise the inherent flaws with the design.” The Fe-Matoran explained, failing to hide his judging of the former carver. Ahkmou frowned, but shrugged it off. He needed their help anyway. “The saw-blade is an inherently flawed weapon for fighting anything with tough armour. It needs prolonged contact to cut through armour. After all, how many people do you see using hacksaws as weapons?”

“Hm, good point. So why the bar, and not just a completely different weapon?”

“The bar runs on the same idea, a spinning weapon, but it uses kinetic energy, building up a lot of it before transferring that to the target. If it doesn't manage to go through the armour, it will wreak havoc on the internals. And listen to the noise...”

The Fe-Matoran pressed a button on his remote, and the arm moved forward, the bar spinning up quickly, producing a loud, high-pitched hum.

“We call it the Death Hum.” He said proudly, as the bar slowed down to a stop.

“I like it... but if it's all about kinetic energy, won't it also damage itself?”

“An astute observation, and thus, we included a kinetic compensator. High-strength shock absorbers will prevent it from damaging itself, and the gears that turn the bar can disengage to prevent stripping.”

“Ah, I see...” Ahkmou said, grinning behind his mask.

“So, satisfied?”

“Oh, most definitely.”

[toacody]

Manticore

A backup body is a backup body.

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Creator: Toa-Jala