Tabimir: Gravity Gear Awakened . A darker spin on things. .
Long ago, Tabimir was a poor nobody of a Ba-Matoran barely making a living in the icemines of Ko-Rela: day after day, back on the grind, slamming a generally blunt pickaxe into layers of frozen crystalline protodermis. It was a thankless job with barely enough payoff to warrant continuing it. Life never seemed to improve.
The story of an old Turaga that Tabimir had once known (Nuparu, if he remembered correctly,) had been a great source of willpower and inspiration for Tabimir. Aside from this- for the past could not help his future- Tabimir's one hope that kept him going was a quiet Ce-Matoran living in the nearby village, who worked as an environmental consultant at the mines. Though Tabimir quite liked her, he didn't even know her name.
One night, there was a terrible storm, a scream, and an avalanche. She disappeared.
The poor miner was wracked by worry. The Ce-Matoran was gone with no trace. Despite how much he needed the money, Tabimir begged his superiors at the mine to allow him to go search for her. They denied his pleas with dismissive carelessness, seeing it as a futile search which would just lose them money and time.
While Tabimir continued to resist, he didn't work at all, in turn disrupting the work of the other miners, and putting everyone in a bit of a mess. His frustrated superiors decided they needed to take a more drastic measure. One of them, a belligerent Ta-Matoran, met with Tabimir in private to inform him that the Ce-Matoran's thawed corpse had been found in a ravine by some hikers.
Clearly the supervisors should have thought longer over delivering this blatant lie, because it did not garner positive response in the slightest.
The judgement of the resentful and angry Tabimir faded rapidly. After becoming quite drunk in a small bar in Ko-Rela (while he was quite possibly supposed to be working), the Matoran came to the conclusion that the Ce-Matoran's "death" was the fault of those who ran the icemines (which, in a way, it was, but not the way he thought). He planned revenge but lacked a means.
In lieu of any other method, the raging Tabimir eventually decided to take a page from his role model's book: machines. Each day when entering the icemines, he stashed tools, metal fragments, anything he could use in a secret hole in the ice. Then one night, in Nuparu-esque fashion (and while drunk, too), he tampered with a piece of mining equipment, an ice drill, rigging it to backfire and then abruptly explode when the supervisors (the only ones permitted to use it) turned the machine on.
Two days later, Tabimir came to work tired and disoriented. Nonetheless, one of the supervisors was feeling remorseful about their lie, and gave Tabimir a temporary promotion- he would be allowed to use Ice Drill #3.
As Tabimir clambered into the machine, he felt that something was wrong. Had he been here recently? Must've been a dream.
Predictably, Ice Drill #3 backfired and exploded. The irony was slightly more tangible than the snow and smoke that filled the air.
Tabimir lay there, apparently dying. In a way, this was what he wanted... but he wouldn't be so lucky. Of course not.
By the time the supervisors and rescue workers got to where Tabimir had been, nobody was there. They figured that he'd somehow been entirely destroyed by the backfire. A hasty eulogy was read. Nobody appeared to care.
The ashes of Ice Drill #3 were tossed into the snow outside.
Tabimir found himself in a sterile room with a disembodied voice criticizing his idiocy.
As it turned out, the Ba-Matoran wasn't dead, nor dying. He was mostly healthy, actually. The explosion had damaged his torso severely, making it difficult for him to breathe and move, though he would recover.
His disappearance at the icemines was in truth the fault of an aging Order of Mata Nui agent named Jerbraz. He explained that he'd been sent to collect Tabimir because the miner was deemed "potentially dangerous and unstable", which for an average Matoran might not mean much. But Tabimir had been destined to become a Toa.
This was remarkable news to him.
Essentially, the invisible agent said, the OOMN had decided to round up possibly dangerous future Toa and put them in stasis. Tabimir's objections were not considered.
After this revelation Tabimir was promptly sedated and transported to an Order-commissioned stasis facility. This place was so secretive that the location was not even on record.
In static suspension, Tabimir whittled away the decades unconsciously, never aging or changing.
Perhaps he dreamed of the Ce-Matoran lost to an avalanche so long ago.
Many years later, a titanic natural disaster caused the facility, at that point barely in use, to become partially destroyed. Most of the beings in stasis remained that way, but in the confusion, many died with stasis tubes crushed beneath rubble, many more escaping amidst the dust. Tabimir was one of the lucky ones, remaining safe in stasis.
The uprooting of the facility prompted the Order to check back in on it. The tubes were re-sorted and placed back in their respective wings. Somehow though, Tabimir's tube was mixed up with another, and instead of the "potentially dangerous future Toa" classification, he received another: "future soldier in reserve".
More time passed; Tabimir remained suspended and oblivious to his new official status. Soon enough, however, it would be time for him to make a return, for better or for worse, to the world.
A bright blue light permeated the fog.
Tabimir's eyes opened very slowly. Around his head swirled red-tinged bubbles. A vague hissing noise accompanied the lowering levels of liquid in the stasis tank.
The Toa was awake, centuries overdue.
Around the gradually emptying tube hustled beings of all sizes- Matoran, Toa, Steltians, and things he'd never even seen. They ran in a military fashion, all upright. Tabimir had an idle thought that he didn't care for it, but for the most part he was just glad to be alive again.
The former miner looked down at his hands. This should have been a titanic surprise to him, but somehow everything felt right.
Power coursed through his veins. Tabimir grinned.
The prototypes for the Arsenal was developed by Tabimir upon request of the AOMN Engineering Department to create weaponized armor that transformed into autonomous drones.
Tabimir, of course, tested this himself.
Here it is- a revamp of one of my favorites among my own characters. Tabimir. Built this a few months ago, just posting it now. Glad to get it up.
I shouldn't have to mention this, but I will. This is a revamp, yes, but it is not an update to the original Tabimir MOC; that was scrapped a year ago, this was built from scratch a few months ago.
I hope you enjoyed the backstory. It was quite a lot of fun to write. (And yes, I know it ends on a sort-of-cliffhanger, but I'll write that later with another MOC directly related to Tabimir.) Some inspiration comes from Cody and Ben's Apocalypse villain MOC series as well as Gringat's MOC backstories. The song I chose for the post is less random than it might seem. Aside from just being a song I like, it does fit Tabimir as a character in some regard. Animus Vox (previous theme song) just wasn't doing it for me this time around, I guess. Not very fitting of the character.
In this version of Tabimir, I changed up the look quite a bit. Gone is the old tall and poorly proportioned... thing, with its badly attached pink robot army (which were actually red with bad photo quality). The new Tabimir? A somewhat smaller, kind of sleeker design, though by no means skinny, haha (bulky leg haters: beware!). The Arsenal now carries a more... industrial, prototype-ish look, kind of like the Mark I Iron Man armor in theory. I know it looks sort of messy; that was intentional. In the next version (if I make one... maybe in a year or two) they'll be more refined, more solid, better attached, et cetera. That said, I hope it was clear that this version focused more on Tabimir himself than on the Arsenal.
Also, I know I promised to post this last night, but I was interrupted by the sudden lack of any internet connection whatsoever. I guess that instead of encrypting the wifi, my grandfather thinks it's more effective to keep people from using it illegally if he just sets up a network that is very spotty and occasionally turns off for no reason. Perhaps he's right. He is a complete troll after all.
NOTE: For storyline reasons, Tabimir is now a Toa of Gravity, not Iodine.
If you tl;dr the backstory, die.
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