Mount Tyfus
Osokka: “You’re a le matoran?”
Lewa: “Yes.”
Osokka: “And you’re applying for a mining job, am I correct?”
Lewa sighs
Lewa: “Yes.”
Osokka: “Huh, le in name onu in heart. You’re the first le matoran who has come here looking for a job, you know that?”
Lewa: “Yes. Would you like to see my resume?”
Lewa takes out the same book he showed Jaller.
Osakka: “I think I’m good. You’re hired.”
Lewa: “Wait really, it was that easy?”
Osakka: “Well, do you have any experience mining?”
Lewa: “No.”
Osakka: “That’s okay, you’ll learn. Technically you’re extremely underqualified, but I don’t wanna spend another 1,000 widgets exporting a matoran form Onu Koro, so you’ll have to make ends meet here.”
Lewa: “Am I seriously the only le matoran who applied for this job?”
Osakka: “Yup, you see, vine swingers aren’t really the grounded type of matoran, I’m sure you see them always up in the sky riding those gucko things or whatever. Are you the type of vine swinger to do this line of work?”
Lewa: “I mean, sure! I’m afraid of heights and I don’t even have my flying license yet. Maybe I’m just meant for this kind of work.”
Osakka: “mmhmm, keep telling yourself that. Anyways, let’s get straight to work.”
Osakka walks Lewa to the mining facility at mount Tyfus.
Osakka: “Here’s mount Tyfus. You’ve probably heard of it, because it’s the only mountain in this forsaken jungle. Now, for centuries this mountain was impossible to get to. Mainly because this place was spiritual to the taraga and indigenous vine swingers used to live here, yata yata yata, you get it, this place was preserved by the Le Koro government. But then one fateful day, the makuta decided to be even more cancerous than usual and ramped up their attacks on ta koro. Bad news huh, well it gets worse, because after years of war-”
Osakka runs over to a minecart in order to grab a metal.
Osakka: “Onu Koro’s mountains started to run out of this stuff, metallic protodermis. No one knows what this stuff is, we don’t know how to make it, all we know is that it’s really good at killing rahi. So after Onu Koro’s mines stopped producing this sexy metal, we started mining mountains from other islands, and thanks to your corrupt little mayor, Lesovikk. We’ve managed to bypass any preservation laws and are able to mine here. And yes, I know what you’re thinking, this place does occasionally get raided by indigenous vine swingers and yes the taraga don’t really like us very much. But that’s simply the price we’re gonna have to pay in order to keep Ta Koro alive. Now, history lesson aside, let’s get down to business.”
Osakka walks Lewa down to another minecart.
Osakka: “The stuff in this minecart are explosives, and today you’ll be working as a bomb clerk.”
Osakka then grabs three bombs from the cart.
Osakka: “This is cambra bomb 1, notice how it’s blue, this is the weakest of the bombs. Here’s cambra bomb 2, it’s green and it’s 10 times stromger than cambra bomb 1. Then there’s cambra bomb 3, this one is red an-”
Lewa: “It’s 10 times stronger than cambra bomb 2?”
Osakka: “Correct, maybe you do have some onu genes in your system.”
Osakka then brings Lewa and the cart to the opening of the cave entering mount Tyfus.
Osakka: “You see this tube here? It leads deeper into the cave. When you hear noises coming out of it, immediately bring it to your ear and listen. Your job today will be to transport the bombs from the cart to the inside of the cave.”
Lewa: “So is that all I’m doing?”
Osakka: “Yup, just transport me bombs when I command and then you should be good. Oh yeah, one more thing, whatever you do, do not take the whole cart in the cave. There’s torches everywhere in there, so don’t get any stupid ideas.”
Lewa: “Ay ay capitan!”
For the next 4 hours, Lewa would be listening to the tube, transport bombs in the cave, and return back to the surface. He did a very careful job to not mess his job up. He didn’t make any friends, never dozed off, he only did what he was told. He would sometimes transport the wrong bomb, or walk in the wrong cavern, but never did anything crazy bad. Towards his third hour he would be profusely sweating from running in and out of the cave in humid conditions. Lewa would then get a final command from the tube.
Osakka: “Okay Lewa, you’ve hit your fourth hour. You need to go to lunch before your fifth hour so you can go on your lunch break now.”
Lewa: “Thank you sir, did I do anything wrong?”
Osakka: “Nah, you did pretty good. You definitely showed your inner Kohli head. Good work.”
A smile forms across Lewas face and his shoulders drop. He thought to himself that perhaps this was what he was meant to do. He then skips to his locker, takes his meal, and eats at the lunch tables outside the mine. Happily sits alone, eating his Le Koran fried tacos. However, there was an empty feeling eating his tacos at the loneliest lunch table. He would stare at his fellow onu matoran co workers, eating kebabs and talking about how they hated the humidity of Le Koro’s weather. He watched in envy of what they had. Perhaps he was meant for this kind of life. He finishes his food, walks over to a food cart which sells kebabs, then looks up at the menu. Talks to the cart vendure and lets him choose a meal for him. The vendure is slightly confused before choosing an option which he thought fit Lewa. The vendure gave him a kebab which only held native Le Koro rahi meats on it. The seasoning was still foreign, like it was meant for the dry mouths of onu matorans working days in the caves. Lewa still gave it a go. The taste was powerful, yet delicious. Lewa could see himself living like this, even if the meal was cadered just for him, he then stared once again at his coworkers. Lewa is always smiling, yet, the smile he felt come across his face at that moment felt genuine. He couldn’t help himself skip towards them at a thousand miles an hour. Something flies across Lewa’s face. It lasted less than a second, but Lewa found his kebab pinned by an arrow on a tree. His mind didn’t process what was going on at the time, until one coworker shook his body and warned him that they were being attacked by natives. A swarm of arrows launch from the jungle as Lewa runs for cover. All the onu matoran prepare for what they believe to be a lengthy conflict. Onu matoran pick up their spears and prepare to defend the mountain. Lewa is so panicked, that he runs behind his mincart full of bombs. His plan works, until he realizes that the natives are also shooting fire arrows. One fire arrow skims his face and he realizes that they aren’t targeting the cart. He runs with the cart in hand, dodging every possible arrow that comes his way. He jumped, ducked, flipped, and slid across the ground before entering the mine. He thought to himself how clever he was for hiding the minecart in such a safe place. He would run past multiple onu matoran before coming across Osakka.
Osakka: “What are you doing?!”
Lewa: “We’re getting attacked by natives! They had fire arrows and were shooting at the cart.”
Osakka: “So you took the cart inside the mine! That’s so stupid! So you saw fire arrows and knew that was dangerous, so you decided to take the cart here, where there’s torches everywhere.”
Lewa: “I mean…”
Lewa gestures to the front of the cart
Lewa: “Nothing lit?”
Lewa and Osakka then look at the back of the cart. They are greeted by 2o cambra bombs all ready to explode at any moment.
Osakka: “Everyone evacuate now!”
Everyone in the mine starts running for their lives. Tons of onu matorans rush to save their lives. Lewa trips, he can’t make his way through the crowd in time. Everyone escapes the mountain before Lewa. He realizes too late that he has no chance of escaping. The last thing he sees is seeing a glimmer of sunlight before the cart blows. The entire mountain collapses in on itself and a giant beam of light launches from the center of the mountain, to the top of the sky. The site is so unbelievable that all the Le Koro natives put down their weapons in aw. Onu matoran look at left over cambra bombs and ask themselves if the bombs are even that powerful to cause such an event. Osakka counts heads, before realizing that Lewa is missing. He tears up.
Osakka: “Anyone seen Lewa?”
Osakka is only met with silence. One onu matoran picks up a violin and starts playing a sad song for Osakka.
Osakka: “He was just a lad. A vine swinger in name, but with an onu heart. Ain’t there ever gonna be a matoran like that…”
Osakka begins to baul in front of his own coworkers. Everyone thinks he’s being over dramatic, but they still comfort their heartbroken boss. After the show ends and smoke clears. A hand appears from the rubble. No one believes that Lewa is actually alive, but then the hand starts moving. The natives motion to each other, wondering if the le matoran is still alive. Then, all of a sudden, Lewa breaks through the rubble with a golden object in hand. Its texture was like a metal, yet it gave off humidity and looked like a piece of a larger object. It only displayed what looked to be the silhouette of a foot. Lewa would walk through the rubble, object in hand, before collapsing out of exhaustion. All the natives bow down to his supernatural display out of respect. The Onu matoran look in horror, seeing their coworker come back from the dead.
Osakka: “Get a medic!”