TOA TITANS

PART ONE: BEGINNING

Lewa Nuva was, to put it quite frankly, bored. Tediously, drearily, mind-numbingly-bored. He'd been on what many would call an amazing adventure over the past one and a half years- freeing infected Rahi from Makuta Teridax's clutches, collecting the Great Kanohi Masks, stopping an invasion by the Bohrok, reclaiming his elemental powers after they had been stolen and helping to put his team, the Toa Nuva, back together, fighting off the Rahkshi, defeating, or rather, barely overwhelming the Piraka and saving the Mask of Life, preparing Mata Nui for his reawakening, going inside him to do the final deed, and attempting to save the Matoran after Teridax claimed Mata Nui's body for his own. Now he was resting on a new planet, Spherus Magna, having recently found himself in the former Bota Magna's jungles and gone on an expedition with some of its residents to take down a common foe. It was always nice to take a breather after some intense action, but Lewa, being the uppity person that he was, wanted to get out and explore.

"Oh, c'mon, Tahu!" he'd exclaimed to the Nuva's leader. "I've been cage-cooped up in here for long-days! Can't I quick-do anything?"

"No, Lewa," Tahu had responded. "That… healer friend of yours has recommended you stay in bed a few days longer. I trust him pretty strongly, seeing as he was able to escape Marendar with your life."

Lewa groaned. Good ol' fire-spitter, always making the air Toa's transgressions especially clear. He hated it, but he knew he couldn't complain. Tahu was the leader of the Agori-Matoran confederation, after all.

"Could I ask Gali to health-check on me?" Lewa asked. "She seems to think-know a lot more about that stuff than the cross-wired magic-witch does."

"Can't. She's down by the Great Ocean, surveying the area for potential settlement. I wouldn't have preferred asking her for assistance as is, if that helps."

Sigh. "Ice-brother? Kohlii-head?"

"They're both helping Glatorian improve their combat matches with Kohlii. Strange, but it is supposed to be very beneficial."

"Taka? Turaga Matau? ...Onua?"

"No, no, and… what? I don't see how Onua will be able to aid you." Tahu got up from his seat by Lewa's bed and walked to the door. "Stay in bed for a few more hours, at the very least. Berix should be by soon with your dinner. If he's not, I swear on the Great Beings that I will do mentally scarring things to him. He has stolen his last piece of 'Toa Nuva merchandise.'"

Lewa frowned and slid down onto the bed's pillow. "Fine by me. I… I just star-wish I would be get out and be able to do somethin', y'know. Wind-flying, tree-climbing, fight-sparrin', anything that doesn't involve me being glue-stuck to this rest-bed."

Tahu's usual scowl softened to a smile. "And I'm sure you will. These sorts of things take time. You can't rush it like you usually do." He silently closed the door of the hut, uttering a farewell as he went… only to erupt into a shouting match with a stranger outside and rush back into the hut. "Karz, I knew my luck was too good to be true! Change of plans, brother. It appears the Toa Nuva will be congregating once again… tomorrow."

The green hero beamed. "Really? That's ever-awesome! I can't long-wait to…" He paused, as if looking for something to say, and winced. "Wait, brother. The others do not know of my… eheheh… fun-exploits with the Jungle Agori. They were not exactly the most accepting of my previous failures. What if they truth-find me? What if they dark-hate me for going off on my own and being generally cross-wired? What if-"

"Lewa." The Toa of Fire was being unusually gentle today. "Everything will be fine. I'll make sure of it."

"Y'sure?"

Tahu grinned. "Ever-sure."

Lewa smiled at his brother's attempt to use tree-speak and quickly returned the gesture. "Alright, then." He reached forward to fist-bump Tahu and pulled him into a hug. "Much-thanks, Tahu. You may not be the best of team-leaders, but Karzahni condemn me if you're not a damned good fire-spitter and a damned good Toa-brother."

The red being pulled out of Lewa's grasp and returned to his previous place outside the door. "I might say the same for you." Heading out again, he quickly pulled his head back in to add, "Rest up, Lewa. It looks like we're having a… family reunion very soon."

A lone Gordanian ship cruised through the inky black reaches of space. Contained inside were a crew 22,000 strong, a weapons stock of a good billion, an investigative team for the Galactic Coalition (nicknamed by its members as "the Citadel",) the king and queen of Gordania, and one very important prisoner. The presence of the crew and team was normal enough, that of the monarchy a bit peculiar, but the fact that the GEF Stormfront had actually captured a non-Quarian beingwas definitely out of the ordinary.

Said prisoner had been obtained after a recent attempt to invade the planet of Tamaran. The Imperial Fleet had been able to breach the world's defenses fairly easily, and was only stopped after one of the royal family had bargained off her "sister" in exchange for the ships leaving her clan's airspace. The offer was admittedly futile at best, but the General of the Fleet had been especially generous. After all, who could deny the glory of capturing an unknown species and the chance to bathe in its beauty?

At the moment the prisoner, who had not been given a name but was called Rutan'gah, slave, for communication purposes, was moping alone in a cage designed to block her apparent superpowers, having had apparently gained them after a medical examination. They ran the glut of a regular Gordanian war hero for the most part: super speed, super strength, limited invulnerability, flight, and for some odd reason, lasers (the medical team had dubbed them X'aniks, or star bolts) and the ability to learn languages via physical contact. The last three were highly suspected to be hereditary abilities, as many soldiers had been found flirting with Tamaranean natives only to be found dead in a few hours. The fact that the prisoner was superpowered was a dream come true for the mass media, and they along with the monarchy were quickly shuttled on to the transport to record the news and accompany the prisoner to the Citadel for further inspection.

The officer currently assigned to watch the Rutan'gah, Private Le'eUrikk, sighed and ambled over to the cage, glaring at her. Moping usually meant that the prisoner was tired, bored, or needed sustenance. An excess of either of the three meant that the prisoner was very annoyed, and would need to be sedated and disciplined as needed before she caused havoc.

Private eUrikk sighed. "What do you request, Rutan'gah?"

No answer. This was normal. It took a bit of prodding before the prisoner was even barely alert enough to listen.

The officer tried again. "I ask what you require, slave."

She grunted at him before sticking her tongue out at him and blowing, some spit being released. A "raspberry", the Sociology Inspector had called it. He frowned, now quite chuffed, and attempted to get her attention again.

"Tamaranean. Your attention has been requested on the blessing of Lord Tro'gaar." Still nothing. Infuriated by this point, he yelled out, "Listen to me! I order you to answer, you worthless little-"

This time she responded. Hard. A hand reached out and pulled the Private by his shirt collar in front of her face, just on the border of the cage.

"No. You will listen to me, you pathetic excuse for a soldier," she growled. "I have no intent on staying here. Let me out or I will be forced to deal great amounts of harm to you and your ship."

Le' frowned. She had never given him this kind of response before. Unsure of how to react, he pulled his head back and tittered. Laughed. Chortled. He was sure his head officer had heard, but what was he supposed to do, shut himself up? He paused for a moment before snickering and guffawing again.

Bad move. In an instant, the Rutan'gah tightened her grip on eUrikk's uniform and snarled, eyes glowing a brilliantly neon green. "You were warned, nuisance. Stop, before I am compelled to destroy you."

"Stop? Stop? You realize that your aggressive reaction had not been recorded in our logs, correct? What was I supposed to do?"

It was another poor choice of actions. The prisoner gritted her teeth, and Le' swore he could feel his neck getting hotter, a green glow shimmering on the fabric… no, wait, it was! He could distinctly feel his neckline burning very badly, the smell of smoke emanating from it. How was this possible? From what he had accrued of the medical team's tests and the Coalition's press releases, the Rutangah's lasers had only been shown to have destructive impacts on objects, with no side effects. Confused and beginning to get very frightened, the Private decided he could do one of two things: turn around and run, or escalate his aggressions in return. He ended up doing the only thing he could think of.

"That is enough, Rutan'gah. You will cease your overtly aggressive actions before I call the Gordanian Army to wreak havoc on your home planet. Will that not teach you to follow the directions of superiors, irritant? Will that not teach you to listen and respond? Will that not teach you to-urk!"

He was in big trouble. Sure of it. The girl all but screamed at him before yelling, "ENOUGH!" eUrikk attempted to wriggle free of her grasp, but found himself feeling even tighter than before, beginning to succumb to a lack of breath.

"I will NOT take the savage actions of this vessel anymore, you clorbag! I will NOT! I MUST get out of this Solaris-accursed hellhole and seek revenge on my loathsome fool of a sister! You shall see to this or I will-"

"Uh- um- mayh- maybe I could cre- scrounge a deal of some sort… yeah… l-l-lemme just go and speak to my superior, okay? It'll only tak-k-ke a moment, I swear on Z-Z-Zorg-"

The Rutan'gah scowled, hatred leaking out of the blinding spotlights that were her eyes. She then paused. For a moment, Le' could almost make out a smirk. Triumphant or sneaky, he wasn't able to tell-

"YOUR WORTHLESS VARBLERNEK GODS MEAN NOTHING TO ME! I SOLEMLY SWEAR ON MY AUTHORITY AS PRINCESS OF TAMARAN THAT YOUR EXPLOITS HAVE BEEN DEEMED IRRELEVANT," she screeched. Le' now felt very pale, even though he was sure the Gordanians' circulatory systems were not capable of that. "YOU HAVE BREATHED YOUR LAST, REPTILIAN SCUM. MAKE IT COUNT."

His neck glowed more, the burning smell growing ever more apparent. He would have to go to the cleaners' and- wait- last words? No! He wasn't going to die that easily! He was Le'eUrikk, Private-Class soldier of the Gordanian Army, lover of many, father to one, once a famous author, and he would not allow this- this pest of an alien to kill him before he could-

But it was too late. His neck and her eyes glowed almost to a blinding point, forcing him to cover his eyes how he could. The air grew stifling, his breathing short and ragged. The X'aniks in her hands grew and grew, building up pressure, before giving up and exploding. Le' screamed in pain before being knocked backwards by the force and collapsing to the floor. At least I was able to get Trekkr famous, he thought as he passed.

Princess Koryand'r rose out of the rubble, cleaning herself off as she strolled out of the ruined containment room, and couldn't help but grin. She hadn't been able to pull anything like that off in a while- not since she gained her peculiar new powers, anyway. "Be sure to send for some spring cleaning," she noted to the Private's corpse before passing through the door on her way to the captain's deck. On your toes, sister. I will soon be back for revenge.

Lewa was pretty sure he was dreaming. The perception of such things was a sometimes-fortunate gift he was given when the Bahrag took over his mind. It didn't seem like something anyone would be fond of, he had noted at first, but later fights, rests, and study sessions with Onua (he quite hated those) led him to believe much the opposite. Dreams were really fun when you were able to meddle with them, especially when they appeared to be prophetic visions such as the one he currently viewed.

He was flying down a city street, brightly lit skyscrapers soaring into the sky not unlike those in Metru Nui. Chatter and ambient noise filled the air, and the smell of methane permeated the senses. It seemed normal enough, just a lot more… modern; that was a constant thing he noticed. None of the people or objects lining the street appeared to resemble anything close to anything in the Matoran Universe or Spherus Magna, being much more technologically advanced. The thought should have scared him, but he felt surprisingly complacent about it, as he was sure the populace did. There was a restaurant down the road, anyway. He was hungry for some Gukko flesh (he mentally slapped himself for not having accepted Berix's offers of nourishment, however atrociously they had been cooked.)

He was about to descend down on the restaurant when a sudden boom reverberated above the city block. Lewa couldn't make head to toe of what it meant. He quickly switched to his Kanohi Akaku, scanning for the source of the noise, when he found… Shadows? Here? That was odd. The only current source of them, the aptly named Shadow Legion, had consistently attempted to advance on New Atero and retreat before being pummeled by Ackar and his fresh new team. (Ah, Ackar. Lewa was sure he wouldn't understand what was happening either. The trait was shockingly something they had in common.) Either way, he had to try and keep them out of trouble or risk grave danger to nearby citizens. The Toa righted himself from his descent, switched to his Miru, and sped towards the threat, formulating a plan of action on the way.

The Shadows were huge and still growing. They had been strangely compelled by an unknown force to take over an important landmark and spread their darkness. It was an unusual plan, but it was all right for them. They would comment on said unusualness, but a chipper voice noted that they didn't need to, this being a "future-dream." They were then pummeled in the face by an apparent gust of wind.

Lewa frowned. His elemental powers were doing a good deal of damage to the mammoth blob, but they wouldn't be enough. He had to find backup- he needed his siblings! But they aren't ever-here, he sighed. It wouldn't be that big of an issue if he hadn't required their specific abilities-

"Titans, GO!" a nearby voice shouted. Lewa froze. Titans? Titans? He didn't know why both he and the Chronicler had thought of the exact same thing, but he guessed these… Titans would be important sometime in the future. No time to speculate how, however. He readied himself and took a moment to ask the Chronicler why his thoughts weren't being noted down in the Matoran's writings. The Chronicler only responded that it wouldn't make much sense to, being that he was the only person in the scene. He also reprimanded the Toa for wasting time and breaking the fourth (fifth?) wall, when he should have been helping them out.

Before Lewa could inquire as to why breaking said wall was a bad thing, he was sent flying towards the voice. A group of people shot by it, making Lewa uneasy that he was going to crash into them. No need to worry- being that this was only a vision, he had no reason to join them at the moment, and as such they merely passed right through him. Dreams have such a bad-sense of joke-humour, Lewa noted with a frown.

He took a moment to examine the group. They all dressed in strange uniforms, and gathered in a pose that evoked memories of the Toa Nuva, in positions to take down a common foe. There appeared to be five among them: a giant… robot? A Hobahto elf? A girl in a robe? Another girl, donning a miniskirt and boots? (Lewa dinged himself for the lewdness of both remarks.) Finally, he noted a boy in a suit, who appeared to be the source of the earlier call. So these are the Titans, Lewa supposed. Strange-weird group-band. I guess I'm the sixth, if this is indeed a Toa-team? The Chronicler reflected his remarks and asked him to keep focused on the show. Lewa pouted but obeyed.

As the two watched, the boy in the suit called on the miniskirt girl and the Hobahto elf to strike down the Shadows. He also commanded the robot and the robe girl to take him down from behind. Pulling out a staff (his Toa Tool, the Toa considered,) he ran and jumped onto the monster, using some strange throwing weapons he had pulled out to latch on. The boy smirked and threw his staff back for the killed, but paled when he realized he was sinking into the giant.

"We need help!" the boy yelled. "Where's Windflyer?"

"I told you, man!" the robot responded. "He's not here! I've been checking over and over again!"

Windflyer? That's lame-stupid. Sounds like something I'd use, though… Lewa frowned at the possible "spoilers" he was being given, and was about to complain to the Chronicler before the miniskirt girl all but broke his heart.

"But he must be here!" she cried. "These shadows are his enemy! How are we to fight them without him to aid us?" Lewa visibly jerked, saddened by the tone of her response. He had a pretty good feeling that he was Windflyer now, and wanted to confirm this by telling her. Alas, though, the effects of a dream prevailed, and the Toa of Air was left to drown in the girl's sorrow.

"Can it, Star. He's obviously got a good reason for ditching us," the robe girl intoned. Lewa sighed in relief. Finally, reason. He swore he saw her look right through him, raising an eyebrow questioningly. He shrugged his shoulders in return, figuring she had some sort of spirit-tracking ability. Whatever reaction he had to this was overshadowed by the Hohbato elf, who quickly jumped around, constantly shapeshifting into a bunny.

"Aww, c'mon!" he pouted. "Why would he need a crummy excuse to leave? He obviously wanted to rest up at a café and sip some coffee-"

"Quiet." A new voice rang out, deeper and smoother than the others. Obviously evil. Bad news for sure. Its recipient, a Toa in armour wearing a peculiarly halved mask, stepped into view. "Hello, Titans."

"Slade!" the suited boy roared. "I thought we got rid of you!"

Lewa stared in confusion. A recurring enemy? These guys were serious.

"Thought is a very questionable process, Robin," the Toa who Lewa assumed was called Slade responded. "I find that in the heat of battle, it is best to just do. No logic. Only actions. Helps the muscles immensely."

Robin snarled. "I don't care, Slade." He marched up to the Toa's mask. "What do you have to do with this monster?"

"Robin!" Star wept. She seems to sorrow-cry a lot.

"Oh my, Robin," Slade said mockingly. "I'm hurt that you would think such a thing. Why don't you ask him?"

He was pointing straight at Lewa now. The Toa of Air paled.

All eyes were on the new variable that Slade had just directed their attention to. He grinned sheepishly and waved. "Uh, hello-hi?"

The Titans obviously didn't give him his expected response. Robin turned heel and went as close to the being as he could go. "Do you know anything about this threat?"

The robot… automaton… machine froze. "Um… not much that will save-help you here. It's a bit hard to understand-know. Why are you inquire-asking me this, anyway? Isn't this a later-dream? Shouldn't you think-know the answers already? I'd figured that…"

Robin growled. He was obviously hiding something. "Why did you stop? You definitely know about him. Tell me now!"

"Um… I would… except THERE'S A GIANT-BIG SHADOW-MONSTER COMING UP BEHIND YOU!"

"'Giant-big shadow-monster'? Hah." Robin smirked out of pride. "Likely stor- Uh oh. He's… breathing down my neck, isn't he?"

The robot smiled grimly. "Mmm-hmm."

Lewa had not been lying for the sake of making the story randomly funny. There really was a giant shadow monster right behind them. Heroic instincts overpowering his conflicting desires to hide from and punch this Robin in the face, he pushed him out of the way and levitated up to the monster's head, posing exasperatedly. He sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. "What is your plan-deal, shadow-monster? I don't even meet-know these Titans, and I'm pretty sure they're Toa-heroes. There's no point in dark-hurting them. Go planet-home." It was a stupid response, but what could he do?

The giant obviously didn't care. He picked Lewa up by one of his jets, crushed it, and threw him off the building.

"Windflyer!" Star and the robot screamed.

"Lewa!" Robin, and the robe girl yelled.

"Dude!" the Hohbato elf screeched.

Falling off the side of the building in TV-approved slow motion, he grinned. How do they know my call-name? He pondered this for a while, before realizing the task at hand. Calling upon the Miru, he attempted to slow or even reverse his fall before he realized it wasn't working. Karz. He hit the ground hard and died.

The GEF Stormtrooper continued on its voyage through space. Lieutenant H'ssiah, currently on the helm, sighed to himself and relaxed in the captain's chair. The crew's prized Rutan'gah had just escaped from its confinement and rampaged through the ship, causing great damage to in-flight systems, an unknown amount of casualties, and a loss of the monarchy's famous Sprite Pendant. They could all be replaced, but the knowledge that the Imperial Fleet could fumble at the worst of times would forever remain in citizens' memories. He had to make it up to them somehow…

Koryand'r slinked through the tight confines of the ship's Departure Room, attempting to find a way out of the accursed thing. Holding back a smile, she thought of the total destruction she had wreaked on her heartless kidnappers; using her newfound energy powers, which she had nicknamed starbolts in honour of the soldier she had killed, she had charged through the vessel's numerous tunnels and obliterated any and all Gordanians in her sight. The princess might… have caused some collateral damage along the way, but for the moment, the idea did not occur to her. She was too focused on kicking her sister's backside to care.

Backing up to a wall from a guard outpost, the Tamaranean shimmied along it face first, trying to find something that would allow her to escape. Hitting her nose on a hard surface, she frowned and attempted to rub it before realizing what she had discovered. An escape pod! The girl mashed some buttons on an accompanying keypad and gasped when she had set off an alarm.

A cache of Gordanian soldiers marched towards her. She had to get out of here, escape pod or not. Willing up all her strength, the princess balled her hand into a fist and punched the wall. Hard. Setting off a starbolt to distract her would-be aggressors, Koryand'r jumped out of the hole she had created and sped off towards the first planet she could find…

Upon hearing the incessant beeping noise of the ship's security system, H'ssiah winced. Not the Rutan'gah again! It was a pain to apprehend her the first time she was captured, and to try again would be pure Tlabea'M torture, especially after what the medical team had discovered about Private Le'eUrikk's death. Unfortunately, something would have to be done to appease the populace; and so, with a labored breath, he called for a security team to check up on her. Before folding into his chair again, he noticed something peculiar about the slave's whereabouts on the system readings; she had just left its boundaries. Great. She would probably head to a new planet, hoping to find solace there…

Wait. A new planet. ssiah smiled. If he wished to retain his honour and go after the Rutan'gah, he would be killing three aVVia'ns with one stone: annexing another domain for Gordania, appealing to the king and queen, and creating a better-equipped confinement system for her. It was the perfect idea! The planet seemed like just the right fit for an agricultural outpost… wait…

Spherus Magna? That wasn't right. A cataclysmic event, dubbed by its residents as The Shattering, had imploded the planet's core, all but destroying it by exploding it into three fragments. Not only had the event separated whatever Gordanian forefathers had immigrated there, it had also happened 200,000 years ago. There was no way it could be back to normal; no regular way he could imagine, anyway. He struggled to comprehend the concept of higher beings as is, and was not prepared to understand how they would restore Spherus Magna to its former glory.

Still, though… a planet was a planet. This new Spherus Magna had no real reason to be unexplored, but if searching for the Rutan'gah there meant the chance to further the splendor of Gordania, he was all but willing to ignore it. "Send in the troops," he bellowed over the intercom. "We are going after her."

Well. This will probably come off as a surprise. Many of the TT crossovers I've read have paired up media with similar elements; most of the time the complementing show is- sigh- Danny Phantom, but other times it is Young Justice (obviously,) Ben 10, Naruto, Harry Potter, or X-Men: Evolution. None of them have involved Bionicle. This is fine, except I got back into both series a few months ago and couldn't help but notice that the two would gel together surprisingly well! (Whether or not that's because the "kids-need-action-and-also-characters" attitude was permeating pop culture at the time I am not sure.) With that in mind, I've started writing one myself, as an experiment of sorts to see if I'm right... I mean, as a story for FFN to read. Heh.

A few notes before we go on:

1. If it wasn't bashed into your skull already (sorry about that,) this story takes place post-2010 (in Bionicle's case, anyway; in Teen Titans's case we're pre-Go!) That means the Great Spirit Robot has been destroyed, Mata Nui is dormant, and the Toa and Matoran are trying to start a new life with the Glatorian and Agori on Spherus Magna. I fast-forwarded a little bit because I didn't see the Gordanians passing by just as the planet was reformed; in-story, we're starting off a few days after the residents of the planet have beat the snot out of Velika, who controlled Marendar as a means to further his own agenda. There's three or so months of gap between the "end" of The Yesterday Quest and this, but you can probably formulate what happens on your own.

2. Lewa is the main character in this because a) he's my favourite character (sorry again,) and b) when it comes to the Toa Nuva, he's the only one I can imagine meshing with the Titans well (if at all.) The others don't seem to work. *shrug* They'll be in the story later on, though.

3. I'm making up a lot about the Gordanians here. Have no idea why; it just felt necessary to do so. Probably helps as a little backstory for Starfire.

4. I write WAY too much and as such you probably won't bee seing some action for a while. If that bothers you, tell me.

5. I'm probably not writing anyone in character and you should tell me if that bothers you too.

6. Um... just... read and review if you like the story, I guess.

Onward to victory!