Disclaimer: The following is a fanfic crossover of RoosterTeeth and Monty Oum's RWBY and LEGO's BIONICLE. I own none of the characters used in this story.

AN: Hello everyone. This is a new crossover story I've had in the works since January 2016 (boy it's been a while), and now since I've managed to actually get a couple chapters in advanced, I wanted to post this story as soon as possible. It's a more 'innocent' (term loosely used) story, using LEGO's Bionicle toyline, which does have a theme around legends (which seems to be appropriate for RWBY), and after seeing some RWBY/Bionicle fics, I thought why not do this.

With that out of the way, here's my Bionicle/RWBY crossover, Six Legends Under A Broken Moon.

Enjoy.

He was falling. That was the first thing he noticed as he stirred from unconsciousness. There was no ground, no cool air, just the heat of the red flames surrounding his body as he fell.

His fall tilting downwards, the flames grew more sporadic and violent. However, the did not burn, rather they were rather warm and protective. Through the orange rim of the flames, he saw something else. Lying in the water were different landmasses, each one formed into a unique shape and a different color and texture. The sight was strange, to say the least.

That was not all. His head shifted slightly, and through the small gaps in between, he saw other fiery heaps. All of them were pulled down, ripped from an orange sky and burning their own beautiful colors. Yet, as they all continued their descent, he saw his companions split from him. Their own colorful lines arced elsewhere, and the more distant they became, the easier they were hidden by his red fire.

'No, no!' his mind screamed. He wanted to reach out to the other comets, to grab and make them stop steering away from him.

He fell faster, and the size of the green slate of land was ever increasing. He ignored them, his attention more focused on his falling fellows, who became more distant.

The five continued to curve farther away, and his loneliness grew with their departure. Some had faded into the faintest aura of sunlight, and others were too distant to be seen. They were the last things he saw before he hit a large green blanket of treetops.

A loud BOOM echoed. The fire surrounding him spread everywhere, and wood crackled and hissed from all around. His body tussled about, crashing into several obstacles in a wild cacophony.

Then, there was only darkness.

He was not sure how long it was there, but in that time, he knew he was not asleep. There were no dreams, no lights-just the darkness and various sounds echoing around him. Any attempt to move was thwarted by the tiredness of his own body, forcing him to lie still and regain what strength he had.

At long last, he sat up, letting out an electronic groan while organic dirt fell off his body. When the scent of ash and the warmth of heat made his body tingle, he opened his eyes to a haze of blackish shapes that laid all around him. After a few blinks, the blur cleared away, if only a little.

Coming into view was the sky overhead. It was dark and the tiny dots of stars sparkled gently. The centerpiece of it all was a large, bright light. His vision focused on it, and his mind recognized it as a moon, with its visible craters and almost circular rim. The one strange thing was what took him by surprise: the moon was shattered.

"What..."

The sound took him by surprise, and he stopped. A pair of gray metal hands, his hands, rose to an equally metallic throat to touch it, and he spoke, almost testing it.

"Is… is that my voice?" It seemed to be, he realized, even if there was no visible mouth. It was distorted, like the groan, and even had the same deep tone.

He slowly stood, letting out more electronics sounds from the exertion and rising up on one gray foot, then the other. The two red legs stood up, and the red torso clinked with his golden chest armor. Standing straight, he turned his head around to his surroundings.

The sight was not a pleasant one. The surrounding trees he fell through were skeletons. Their leaves burnt away and only smoking branches remained in their place. Even the ground was scorched and covered in the same black ash covering the trees.

"... did I do this?" he wondered aloud again.

Another clink rang from below. Looking down, he saw his foot touching a metal board, with the silver metal framing around a red and orange pattern of dancing flames. In those bits of silver, he saw a pair of blue glowing eyes staring back him. Those eyes stared through a red mask that had vents and ridges, the golden chest bore strange red marks, and a pair of equally golden blades emerged from the back.

Realization struck him instantly. He was looking at himself. The eyes, the mask, the whole body he looked at was his. 'Is this… is this really me?' he thought, adding another to his growing list of questions.

So surprised, his hand touched his mask's cool surface, and the ridges for eyebrows squinted at the reflection. His mind stirred for answers and could come up with a few things: the fall from the sky, the other five lights, his crash. There was something else, too. It crawled from the deep recesses of his mind and came out as a whisper.

Ta… hu…

The thought too broken and too strange to fully comprehend, he gave up on it and lowered his hand from this mask. He glanced back at the board itself than his reflection, and quickly scooped it up. It was not much, but it was something he could use, given he did not know where he was, he did not want to be defenseless, nor stick around for too long.

"Alright, so whereto?" he said to himself, and his blue eyes peered around for some way out.

After a minute, he decided to pick at random. "That way should do," he spoke, pointing his finger at a seemingly suitable path of dirt and green grass.

His first step was stopped by a faint snap. He whirled around looking for what caused that. Maybe it was a lost animal native to this place. He only saw the green, scorched black, and blue-

Blue? He focused his eyes on the spot he had seen the strange color. It was not there, and soon he shook his masked head at the thought. He must have been seeing things.

Turning back around, his metal feet pounded on the dirt as he left, blissfully unaware of a tiny creature in baby blue cloth watching him.

The ground rumbled for what felt like the fifth time. It was a low tremor, yet powerful enough to send Blake stumbling on her twig-like legs. Her upper body swayed a little to one side, and she held out her skinny arms to her sides in an effort to balance herself.

Just as quickly as it came, the tremor ceased, and Blake was relieved to stand straight again. She usually did not wander around night time, especially away from the White Fang camp back in the forest, but after seeing a meteor, burning purple of all colors, hit nearby, curiosity overtook the twelve-year-old girl.

Since leaving the camp, Blake had felt tremors. Even when she left the edge of the forest, Blake felt them, even stronger than before. She had already fallen down many times before, dirtying her white shirt and dark pants. Now, as she stood, Blake wondered what could have caused those tremors. Maybe it was some large machine of Atlas, or some large gathering of Grimm, or large Grimm.

Blake shook herself of those distracting thoughts. 'Focus, Blake,' she told herself while readjusting the cloth wrapped on her left arm.

After straightening herself out, Blake continued onward. The forest and its trees laid far behind her as she now looked around at her new surroundings. It looked like some attempt at a settlement outside the kingdoms. Definitely long abandoned, from the looks of the derelict buildings and their ruined states. The only sounds were the night winds, and of course, the unusual tremors.

It was dangerous to be out here. Such places were homes to droves of Grimm. If there weren't any around, there were still that comet and those tremors. The two were connected somehow. Blake knew if she got close enough, she could figure out the cause of these strange phenomena, that was if it wasn't Grimm… or something just as bad, if not worse.

Blake swallowed a little. She had to be confident, she told herself. After all, she just underwent some new training. Surely, her skills would help her out. She hoped, anyway.

She went on as she had before. She went over a pile of concrete rubble, under a fallen beam, and around large ditches. As she went about, Blake tried to find some clue that would lead her closer to her answers.

Her feline yellow eyes gazing around, the young girl rushed past the small buildings. All of them looked like trash, and the ones she approached looked in worse shape than the ones she passed a second ago. Some of looked like they had fallen over and others had crumbled into bricks and mortars, and their beams laid strewn about on the dirt.

Passing by another broken house, Blake rubbed her arms for warmth. The air chilled her skin and made the hair on her neck stand on edge. Now, she regretted not bringing a jacket.

The lone thought halted by the twitching cat ears atop Blake's head. There was something in the air. A sound, very faint and low. Blake's first thought was another quake with its low rumble, but there was none. Even more interesting, it was coming from the same direction she was heading.

So Blake followed that sound. This time, she ran on the path, excitement and anxiety pumping into her legs. The sound grew louder and louder, and Blake caught something up ahead. The soles of her torn shoes skidded on the ground until they stopped over a jagged, rocky edge. Blake, letting out a breath of relief, looked down at the source of the sound.

It was a hole. A huge one at that, several feet wide and deep and the rocky walls shaped into the perfect bowl of crater, and a trail of smoke emerged from it. The stench of burned rubble filled Blake's nose, and her gaze trailed the smoke down to the bottom.

Blake squinted her eyes through the clearing smoke. Right at the bottom, there was something. It was huge, black...

"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz..."

… and asleep, apparently.

'Well, at least I know where that sound's coming from,' Blake told herself as she looked some more.

At the bottom of the hole was a body, if Blake was right. It looked too human to be Grimm. At the same time, there was something off; something was shining from the figure. A second later, and it turned out the shine was not Blake's imagination. A tiny spark of purple came from the black body and emanated through the smoke.

The spark grew larger and larger, and Blake noticed something else rumbling under her. It was another tremor. Powerful enough that it caught Blake unaware, and it was too late to move away. "YAAAAH!" Blake yelled as she fell into the hole.

Down and down she went, her backside sliding down the crater's walls. Her back grazed against the rocky edges, cutting her shirt, and their sharp tips also scratched at her arms and legs. The entire time, Blake's panicked mind tried to remember some bit of her training.

Blake quickly bent her knees and dug her heels into the crater's walls. Bits of rock was pushed to the side, and Blake's descent slowed, if only a little. Blake continued downward, legs stopping her fall and held-out arms balancing her weight, until she reached the bottom. Instead of coming to a stop, Blake rose up only to stumbled forward and fall face-down.

With a little groan, Blake rose herself up on her arms. Both stung, and she saw it came from the several scratches. Any pain, however, was pushed aside when she noticed the black body. The purple glow began to die down, as did the small tremor, revealing a body that made Blake widen her eyes and rethink her first thought.

Lying before her was not a body of a human. It looked metallic and was large, far larger than any Faunus or human Blake had ever seen before.

She should have stopped there, but her curiosity got the better of her again. Blake got up, then she approached the unmoving body. The glow slowly dying, she saw a purple and yellow tribal markings atop a black and bulky chest. Arms dangled off the side and rested on the rocky bottom of the crater, and the head, still glowing a little purple, rested, unaware of its company.

For some reason, Blake wanted to giggle, despite herself. A little kitty Faunus right next to a sleeping giant. It was like something from one her stories.

Blake's yellow eyes and slit-like pupils focused on the head once more. She tried to make some sense of its 'face' in the fading purple glow. There were the faintest lines of ridges and empty gaps filling the around the edges.

Just as she was tempted to peer a little closer, a pair of bright lights snapped opened like eyes, startling Blake away from the body. She heard the snores turn into weary groans and watched the massive chest pivoted upwards. Bulky legs that should have collapsed under the weight straightened out, and the talon-like feet stumbled.

Blake stood frozen. Her neck cranes upwards, almost in discomfort, to see the head. Staring back down was a mask as black and blocky like the rest of its body.

As Blake met the stare, she found herself staring at a pair of yellow eyes glowing through the mask.

Yellow light shone from his eyes as he tilted his head from the rock face. The outline of the rocky ledges and the mountain tip could barely be seen in all of the brown dust that covered everything. The only thing visible was the haze of white light from high above.

The squarish, ridged top of the brown mask he stared through furrowed with frustration. He grumbled from behind his mask, his voice distorted by its filters, "Just how tall is this thing?"

He had been wondering about that since he started climbing the accursed thing. There were even more questions since he first woke up, and searching for answers had been fruitless. That was when he was at the base of the mountain and started his climb for a vantage point.

One metallic hand after another grabbed onto the mountainside, and he pulled himself up. A pair of equally metallic feet rose upon more jutting rocks, using them as a ledge. He continued that way, as he had been for who knows how long.

The same cloud of dust he had seen down below extended up and up. It was everywhere and a little too thick to see anything, save for the trees and mud he had seen below and the rocks he climbed on. He could no longer see the bottom and where he crashed.

"I'm starting to regret this," a low and gruff mutter exhaled through the mask as the left foot moved atop a rock...

... then it slipped!

"Woah!"

Already, his left hand had lost its grip on a rock, and he could feel his other foot starting to slip. The left side of his body swung away from the rock face, and tiny bits of rock bounced off of his brown chest plate and the silver pauldrons on his shoulders.

Thinking quickly, the left hand went down to his waist and grabbed something. He pulled it out and swung hard, and the hard edge of a black and metal boomerang dug into the rock face. The weapon in place, its owner held still, his body clinging to the mountain.

After a moment, there was a sigh a relief. The left foot, the one that slipped, was placed back onto another rock, which was sturdier. Then, grabbing the other boomerang in his other hand, he swung wide and jabbed it into the rock. Then, he pulled himself up and slammed his other boomerang above the first. It continued that way, the two metal boomerangs ringing up the mountain and leaving a trail of dents in the rock.

His efforts had not gone unrewarded. The higher he went, the thinner the cloud became and clearer it was for him to see the mountain top. Even the white blurry image focused into the ruined crescent of a moon. 'Well… that's something you don't see,' he thought before continuing his climb.

After many minutes, his boomerangs were placed just below the cliff's peak. As he pulled himself up, he let out a sigh of relief. The dusty cloud did not bother him. He had finally made it. He was done with climbing, and he no longer had to worry about anything...

"Huh?"

Again, the yellow eyes peered through the dust. Instead of a something, they stared at a someone on the the cliff. From what he see, it looked so tiny and squishy, not to mention the long red hair and the matching dress on its body. It sat there, fairly-colored arms hugging its legs, and the head resting on bent knees, and...

... and it was crying.

An unusual emotion of concern surged in the armored chestplate. Another swing, and the boomerangs logged with a thunk, thunk, and he hefted his body onto the cliff. Sitting in a crouch position, he took notice of the squishy creature again.

Now, the little one, no longer crying, raised its head. The whiteness around the irises were red and something wet stuck to the tiny oval of a face. The squishy-a female, if he was right-kept watching, her pair of sparkling emerald irises meeting the yellow slits that glowed through the light layer of dust.

Then, a metal hand waved. "Hi?" its owner said in his usual gruff tone.

A scream responded to his greeting. The little red-head jumped straight up, standing to her short height, and she scurried back.

"Hey!" was the indignant exclamation as he came to his full height.

By the time he was on his metal feet, the little one was already running away, her twig-like legs disappearing behind the line of trees. Groaning behind his mask, he rushed after her. "Hey, wait!"

His feet pounded on the ground, and he went into the trees and light fog, boomerangs still in his hands. After passing some trees, it was not before his eyes caught sight of a familiar dress. He quickened his pace, pumping more energy into his legs to catch up.

To his surprise, he put in a little more than he wanted. His feet left the ground and so did the rest of his body. He soared through the empty space between the trees, and the little red-head blurred underneath him. His feet hit the ground, sending dirt all over while he skidded to a halt. Standing straight, his eyes widen at his own, surprised at what happened.

Then, his eyes swirled to the little one he had been chasing, who was still some feet away from him. She stood there and watched with surprise as well-not the good kind.

He put his boomerangs back on his waist and began to talk again. "Listen, I…"

He could not even finish, for the little female already turned tail and ran back the way she came. "Not this again," he mumbled to himself, and once again, he took off after her.

More footsteps echoed as the two ran down the forest. The trees became fewer and the familiar sight if a cliff came into view. The red dress and thin legs stopped on the rocky surface, and the female turned to the towering metallic being, her ever-fearful eyes watching him.

The said being, just a few feet away, took slow and careful steps. "Look, I'm not going to hurt you!" he assured.

Clearly, the redhead did not believe it. She just kept backing up more, trying to put some distance between herself and the approaching giant of a figure.

"Just listen to me!" he continued as he tried to come closer.

Still, she kept backing up. Further and further away from the metallic creature... and closer and closer to the edge.

"No, wait!" he warned with an outstretched hand, seeing the danger.

It came too late. The little female's feet slipped on the edge, and as she started fall back, she screamed…

"Winter?! Winteeeerrrrrr!" a high-pitched voice called through the snow and wind, and silence met it.

Twelve-year-old Weiss Schnee rubbed her mittened hands against her arms for what little warmth she could get. It was freezing cold, with snow falling everywhere and icy chills spreading around with it. Where they came from Weiss did not know. The forecast had not even predicted a single flake, and until the sudden appearance of a meteor in the sky, the forecast had been true.

Weiss had been with her sister, Winter. The older daughter of the Schnee family was on her break from Atlas Academy and wanted to spend some time with her little sister. A skiing trip to one of Atlas' most welcoming attractions would have been a fine place for the two sisters to spend time together, and it was at first. The last thing Weiss remembered was her at the bottom of the skiing slope, and staring up at Winter, who was about to slide down and join her.

Then, the snow hit, and it hit hard. Weiss had been forced away from the slope, right into unfamiliar territory. Her sister was gone. Her skis were gone. The only thing Weiss had was just a white coat, some rough boots, and a pair of old, knitted mittens colored in pink, and she could barely see where she was going. Her booted feet trudged through a small white layer, leaving marks behind that was soon covered by more falling snow.

'So much for a skiing trip,' Weiss thought sourly.

Coming to a stop, Weiss pushed the small bangs of her snow white hair out of her eyes, and let out her voice once more.

"Winteeeeer, where are you?!"

Again, nothing.

"Winteeeerrrr! Winte-" she called again, but then, she stopped as something rose from her. She tried to hold it down, but it kept going. Then…

"Achoo!"

Weiss sneezed.

Sniffling, the young girl continued on, hoping to get back to her sister. The snow was building up, and Weiss had no plans in staying out in some bad weather. She prepared to leave, ignoring her sore sinuses.

Then, Weiss sneezed again.

And again, and again, and again.

Groaning, Weiss trailed through the snow again. She would sneeze every now and then, but she would not lose focus. A small part of Weiss made her stubbornly continue. She was a Schnee, it told her. She could not let snow take her.

"Winteeeerrrr!" Weiss said, her nose stuffed and her voice hoarser than before. "Winteeeerrrrr, where are you?!"

The raging howl of the wind continued to answer her. Not that she could hear it well enough. Her ears in her hood were clogged, and her hands were feeling cold that they might have been growing numb. Small snowflakes entered her mouth when the young girl opened it again. But she was a Schnee, and Schnee's don't give up so easily, the voice in Weiss persisted.

"Winteeeeeeerrrrrr!"

As always, there was nothing. Weiss' legs wobbled a little. She had to keep going, she told herself. She had to move. She was a Schnee.

"Winteeeerr!"

A cough left Weiss' throat. Her head felt a little dizzy. Her vision blurred. Yet she had to keep moving. She was a Schnee.

"Wint-achoo!"

She was a Schnee.

"Achoo! Achoo! Achooooo!"

She was...

Fatigue bearing on her, Weiss' legs finally gave way. She tumbled down the snow, rolling only for a few moments and coming to stop on her side. The cold, glass-like feel of the snow brushed against the right side of Weiss' face, and more of it had gone into her jacket and boots. As she laid there, Weiss Schnee, heiress to the Schnee Dust Company, curled up into a fetal position, shivering in the middle of a snowstorm.

Despair falling into the pit of her stomach, Weiss let her tears fall out of her eyes and freeze upon touching the ground. "Winter… where are you?" she sobbed to herself.

Weiss could only lay there, a heap of mass of clothes on the ground. She was too tired to move, or do anything except for cry and wait for the snow to take her. And there was no one else. She was all alone.

Suddenly, Weiss heard something. Something stepping on the snowy ground and crushing it. The sounds grew louder and louder, coming closer. Weiss recognized them. Footsteps.

As a small burst of hope rose Weiss' spirits, she managed to raise her head to the newcomer. "Winter?" she could barely ask.

It was not Winter. Through her blurry vision, Weiss saw a face, white as snow and so smooth and metallic. A large circle was in place of a mouth with two smaller ones on its 'chin.' The face glanced down, the two telescopic lens over its right side peering down. On its left side, an eye hole glow a soft, crystalline blue that held a gentleness in its cold surroundings.

Before Weiss knew it, a pair of crystalline hands scooped her up from the ground. The young heiress found herself pressed against a golden chest as smooth as diamond and covered in tribal markings. The strange being moved, its pair of white legs trudging through the snow.

Too tired, Weiss let herself be carried in her savior's metal arms and into the snow and wind.

Lie Ren could only pity himself. His hand was crushed under a severe weight while a mountain of strength pulled his twig-like arm, and himself, through the landscape of giant trees and grass. He kept his other hand over his eyes, shielding them from another powerful and sudden gust of wind. The single strand of magenta in his black hair blew into the hair, and more wind billowed under the torn fabric of his green shirt and dark pants.

"Come on, Ren!" a voice called over the wind, chirpy as it was feminine.

"Nora," Ren cried out, "we should head back!"

The shorter and stockier girl turned her head back and flashed Ren her dare-devil smile, not bothered by her flapping white rags. "No way! I want to see it!" Nora Valkyrie replied, her green eyes sparkling under her orange bangs of her unkempt hair.

Ren said no more. Only Nora could drag him out the comfort and safety of an orphanage and into a storm. The reason for it, she claimed, was a "green star" had fallen nearby, and the minute they stepped into the forest, the wind had acted up. Nora's path led into swaying trees that could topple over at any moment and harsh winds that struck her and Ren with every step.

′And you're still following her,′ Ren's conscience chided him as he let himself be pulled.

It brought him much joy when Nora released his wrist and walked off, not run. Giving himself a moment, Ren stood there and cradled his aching wrist close to him, his eyes on that more than wherever Nora walked off to. As he waited for it to heal, Ren did notice something, though. "The winds stopped," he said.

It was true. The trees and grass had been still, and there were no longer strong gusts of winds hitting him. Ren nor Nora noticed a gradual decline. It was like it vanished as quickly as it appeared.

"Ren, come over here!"

Ren glanced over to Nora, who was a few paces from him. Much to his surprise, she was standing still, staring at something in the trees. Curious, Ren joined her and looked. There were green vines emerging from the ground, looping over and under the thick roots and circling around the trunks and snaking their way up the branches and twigs.

It was not just those trees, Ren noted as he saw various and thicker vines surrounding others. 'Where did all this come from?′ he wondered.

"It's your color, Ren!" Nora said, pointing to the vines in front of them.

Ren looked back to the vines. Huh, it was his color. It livelier than the typical, boring green that it seemed to pop out of the brown. It was interesting how Nora managed to point out some interesting, smaller details. Maybe she was-

Ren yelped as Nora grabbed onto his wrist again and yanked him down the trail of vine-covered trees. Ren, glancing between them and his friend, shouted, "Wait, where are we going?"

"Dunno!" and Nora pulled, making Ren pity his wrist again.

So, they went onward. For how much longer, Ren was not sure anymore. The further down they went, the thicker the vines grew and seemed more and more out of place. Despite their green color, they looked more wild and unstable, as if they came from a jungle or something.

"Faster, slow poke!" Nora said over her shoulder.

Ren met her gaze again and opened his mouth to say something. That was when he saw something large and shadowy down the path that Nora was not even aware of. Ren's eyes widen, and he shouted, "Nora!"

Nora turned, but she tripped over something long and metallic with an "oomph!," and Ren was pulled right on top of her. The two of them fell on the ground, and Ren wheezed as he kicked up some dirt. As they both got up, Nora said, "Sorry Ren..."

Her voice quickly trailed off. Ren managed to sit up, but he too lost his voice. He and Nora just stared up at the very thing-no, one-they just tripped over... a pair of feet. These feet weren't human. They were metallic and toe-less.

The two children backed away slightly when the body attached to the feet pivoted its green torso up as it sat up, showing off the extravagant tribal markings on the gray chest and the orange shoulders on the green arms. Attached to that was a head with a green round mask for a face with two vents on top and on either side, as well as strange gaps on either 'cheek.'

Being so close, Ren was not sure what to think of the eyes. They were so unnatural, their orange radiance shining through the eye holes and staring back at him and Nora. For a while, they just stared at each other. Ren was not sure how long the masked being stared at him and Nora and they, him, only kept apart by some inches. It seemed to keep going on and on and on and on...

Then, a hand stretched through the space in between, and a fingertip gently poked the flat 'nose' of the mask.

"Boop," Nora smiled.

Silence hung over for several moments. In that silence, a calm breeze passed over Ren, who blinked himself back to reality. Did Nora seriously do that? Did she just boop this person, robot… thing?

Before anything was said, the gray, metal line of a finger pushed up against Nora's nose. A masculine and somewhat electronic voice came from behind the mask and replied:

"Boop."

If this was any other situation, Ren would have believed it, but… but… did some alien boop Nora? He balked so much he almost failed to register said alien rising to his feet, and when he did, he felt small under the green figure standing six, seven feet tall. Not to mention the black, sharp, and curved protrusions on his forearms - which had turbine blades, for some reason - and the gleaming silver blades on his back.

"Sooo, what brings you two out here?" said it-he, Ren corrected himself-while the eyes glowed gleefully, and the mask's features perked up into something like a smile.

"We were looking for a green star that fell from the sky," Nora explained.

"Really?" The mask bearer let out a hearty laugh and put a hand on his armored chest. "Guess you'd found it, then!"

Ren yet again failed to keep a straight face. Really, it should have been obvious; meteor falling in the forest, violent winds and strange vines growing everywhere, and a being not of this world in the center of it all.

"What's your names? And why're you so squishy?"

Ren was a little insulted by the newcomer's question. Squishy? He was ready to open his mouth when Nora already spoke.

"I'm Nora, and this is Ren," she introduced.

"Nora and Ren, huh? Well, I'm..." the being enthusiastically started, but struggled, "... I... uh..."

The glowing eyes blinked at two, the mask now formed into something akin to confusion.

"... who am I?"

As she stood atop the shore, she exhaled a small breath through the vents of her slim, blue mask. The mask's bottom half formed what could have been a smile, even though there was no mouth, while ridged brow atop rose, showing orange orbs that glowed through the eyeholes. What she had been staring at for the past few minutes was an arrangement of rocks further up the mainland, not the night sky or the moon. Behind them were two voices, young and bubbly.

One asked, "So, what do you think it is?"

"It fell from the sky. Is it an alien?" another voice, younger and lighter, replied.

"Maybe. It looks like a robot."

"An alien robot?"

So, they were just as curious about her as she was about herself. A metal hand grasping the dark rod of her trident, her gray feet, and the large flippers attached, splashed in the few inches of water and left marks in wet sand. The rocks grew bigger, and peeking over the top were two heads, each of a different color.

The dark head with red tips asked, "What do you think it's doing here?"

"Maybe it wants some fresh air," answered the head of yellow-gold in a playful tone. "It does look a little blue."

A free hand went over her mask to stifle a quiet laugh. Behind the rocks, an unamused groan replied to the pun, unaware of the stranger now less than a foot away. Meanwhile, a giggle came from yellow. "C'mon, it was funny."

"It was not, and you know it!" replied black with red tips.

The blue mask-wearing figure said in a filtered and feminine voice, "I don't know, I thought it was alright."

"GYAAH!"

Crying out in unison, the two jumped out into the open. Red cloth flapped from the littlest one, while the other, in front of her shorter companion, glared between the golden bangs of her wild hair. The latter raised a pair of clenched fists, attached to arms that poked out of puffed, short sleeves. "Stay back! I'm warning you!" she proclaimed.

Seeing her spectators at last, the figure's orange eyes widened in astonishment. They looked so small, as their heads did not even come up to her hips, and fragile, with their pinkish faces and thin limbs. Instead of wearing armor like herself, they wore cloth, like the little one's red cape, or their footwear deep in the water.

Thus, the mask bearer's reaction was the same as for anyone else in her position: she giggled. It already escaped her mask before she could hold it in, and the two little ones were taken aback by it.

Yellow, holding firm, shouted, "What's so funny?!"

Her giggle subsiding, she finally asked, "How can you be so brave, but be so small and adorable at the same time?"

"We're not adorable!" Yellow paused, then added quietly, "... 'Kay, maybe Ruby here is."

"Yaaaang!" whined the adorable little red 'Ruby,' whose head poked from behind her elder.

"What? It's true. But that's not the point." Yellow craned her neck back up to the blue mask. "What are you doing here? And what are you? Are you a guy?"

It was blue's turn to be offended. "I'm a female, thank you," she said, her free hand on her hip.

"You don't sound like it."

"Just as much as 'Yaaaang' sounds like a name, right?"

"It's Yang, and my name's normal!" Letting out a calming breath, yellow shot back, "And if you're so good with names, then what's yours, huh?"

The mask froze in place, its bearer taken aback and hesitant to form an answer. "I… don't know."

The strong gaze of the lilacs faltered. "What?"

"I don't know. I can't remember," she answered, a little quieter than before.

"W-what do you remember?" came from red-Ruby, she remembered-her voice barely heard.

She met the silver orbs peeking from behind yellow. "I remember falling, then I remember waking up here," she explained, trying to ward off the feeling of swelling sadness.

A second passed, and Ruby said, "Yang, I think we should trust her."

"Ruby! Are you..." yellow, Yang, began, but a silver stare stopped her. "Alright. If you're sure..."

Soaked feet splashing in water, Ruby came forward, and Yang trailed behind, eying the blue mask warily. The former cleared her throat, and her words stumbled out, "W-why don't we start over? I-I'm R-r..."

The glowing eyes smiled through the blue mask, replacing the bit of lament from a moment ago. "Ruby and Yang. Yes, I know."

"Right," Ruby chuckled nervously and almost avoided eye contact. For a minute, it looked like she was staring not at the mask, but at the trident. "S-sorry, this is my first time meeting an alien."

"It's okay. It's my first time, too," was the gentle reply, not bothering to ask what an 'alien' was. "But what are you two out here anyway? I'm not sure if it's safe."

"Well, we saw you falling from the sky," Yang answered for the two of them. It was an honest answer, if anything.

"You were watching me the entire time?"

Yang's distrusting eyes shifted a little. "Yeah... when we got here, it was all flooded, and we saw you lying on the beach."

"And you thought I would hurt you?" The two little heads nodded. A thought sparking behind the blue mask, the voice playfully said. "Well, I don't think I could… not when I was all washed up."

For a long moment, there was only silence. Bright eyes, silver and lilac, stared blankly at the blue mask. Then, Yang smiled and said, "I'll admit, she's alright… could use a little work, though."

The mask bearer mentally sighed in relief. 'At least, it's something.'

"Soooo, what are we going to call you? It'd be weird if we just say 'you' all the time?" Yang's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

Her tapping finger went clink, clink, clink on her mask's 'chin.' "What do you think would work?" she asked after coming up with nothing.

"How about Sapphire?" A shake of the blue mask answered Yang. "Azure?" Another shake. "Blue?"

Orange eyes deadpanned at Yang's lilacs. "Really?"

"Um," Ruby spoke up, "what about Lily?"

"Nah, it's not cool enough," waved off Yang.

As the two went back and forth on names, their blue third wheel stood there, feeling the water brush against her blue ankles. She had drowned it out and waited for two little ones to formulate some kind of name. She would take any name, at this point.

Upon waiting, something did come up: "...gail?"

The blue mask shot up. "Wait, what did you say?"

Ruby and Yang stopped, and the former said, "Abigail?"

The masked one did not answer. For some reason, it-not the name itself, but the last syllable-seem to fit. It gnawed at the back of her mind and tried to draw out the sliver of… something. But what was it?

She turned back to the name. "How about Gail?"

"Gail?" Yang rose an eyebrow. A pouting glare from Ruby, however cute it was, made her reconsider. "Well, a name's just a name, right?"

Another giggle left the mask. "Right," its owner agreed.

"Well Gail, welcome to Remnant!" Ruby said with a little smile.

'Gail' looked at Ruby, and for some reason, despite her situation, that smile lifted her spirits.

A/N: And that's the first chapter of this story. Please let me know what you think. Is it good? Is it bad? Is there anything that needs to improved? I would like to know.

Also, the Bionicle characters used here are based on the short-lived reboot from 2015-2016, aka Bionicle G2, (which included a short cartoon series on Netflix), combining the voices of the cartoon with the look of 2015. I went with these guys instead of the original line (2001-2010) because I was always fascinated with the lore, even if the execution of the story was off by a large margin, and Bionicle G2 did have a lot of potential to be good (too bad LEGO didn't use it to its potential).

Now, before anyone comments, this story is taking place before either RWBY or Bionicle G2, so please be aware certain things (i.e. names) will be different.

Lastly, and most importantly, a big shout out to fellow fanfic author, SubtleSaber. He was a huge help in the writing process, looking over the segments I wrote and giving helpful advice every now and then with the story. I would highly suggest to look up his own story, RWBBY: Remnants of A Heritage, a RWBY crossover with Star Wars. While it starts out typical, the story grows with a compelling, non-Gary Stu OC, who struggles, and forms emotional-and PLATONIC-connections with everyone around him.

Thank you.

Raika out.