A herd of Kikanalo could be seen in the distance. The head west of the platoon. The city is in sight.
Back at the Forge.
"Sir, are you sure about this decision?"
"You just sent our protectors, the toa, the opposite direction of the platoon."
"It's best to cover more ground."
"But that platoon could die out there."
"Where is Rodemakoki the Chronicler?"
"I heard he was visiting the warrior Tobduk."
"Tobya? The one who tried to stop that crazy turaga, who led a fifth of our people into the Tunnels?"
"What about that rookie platoon member who was resting from the last expedition?"
"Do you mean, Kravo?"
"Yes, send him to our new platoon."
"Did I mention anyone else?"
"Then send him out."
"But, sir, he'll die!"
"He's faced it before and lived. That rookie more than the average su-matoran."
"Yes, sir. Bo-calix I hope you made a wise descision."
"I do as well, Vomahiki."
Vomahiki starts to leave Bo-calix. Bo-calix stops him,
"If you're that worried, go with him."
"I will, sir."
Vomahiki goes to Kravo's house...