Un-existence. An infinite white plane expanding in all directions. This is where the retcons and scrapped ideas go typically never to be seen again. Nothing moves here. All lies frozen in motion.
The white plane has a large spherical spaceship lies half crashed into the landscape of a frozen over hell like realm. A war lies frozen before it can start right next to it, bits and pieces of it float up mixing with the rest of the debris. Oddly enough there are a ton of Kanohi Masks of Emulation here. In fact that seems to be almost half of the contents of this place. Weird.
Darkness. Icy Blackness. Things floating by him…Odd things…A Kaled…A spaceship of enormous portions...A war??? How does a war float?
That was fine he could handle the oddities here, he could handle them…But the voices….The voices were another thing. They wouldn’t stop, and they hadn’t always been there…
"The Krahka of canon never transformed into a Makuta, but has for two Rahkshi. Of which upon doing so almost killed herself from the overwhelm power the Rahkshi possessed and that was without also copying the Kraata inside and it was Insect Control. If one turned into a Makuta, it would fall into a coma in best case scenario, with the more likely event that the power would immediately go out of its control and kill itself.”
There it was again…One of the voices…They came at random points….He tried thinking of his past. Oddly it seemed blurred. Part of him remembered the Visorak coming down on his island. Well…There were three of him. A mad prisoner, a soldier, and a civilian fused together by a lab explosion….Wait was that it? He also remembered being a soldier fighting them off by himself as his home fell, then he joined the Order to help fight found Copy and and then got killed and went to the Red Star and came back to the new planet…Wait…He remembered another time when he was a soldier that joined the Order and then found a Mohtrek and founded the Dark Spire scavenging tech from around the MU and then was killed by the Brotherhood…..Which version of his story was real he wondered…and why did he have so many……Maybe he should sleep….It was so cold…Sleep was obviously….
A blue and white figure frosted over floats into the abyss hitting a Nektan Drone still beeping red with stolen plans as it had done for years…
His radio buzzes faintly giving out an S.O.S. , “This is Nikan. Order Agent 2013. Please respond. I’m coming back to base….Repeat….This is..."