Foreboding Excavations is a Generation 1 story serial going off the Core Universe. In Jaggedthorn's version. Years have passed as the dust finally began to settle from the Great Being Civil War, an occurrence caused by growing tensions between great beings. An asteroid called Ores Nui falls onto a nearby village, only to be saved by a mysterious band of Toa and Glatorian. With one of them turning into a Turaga. Now a new threat emerges, one that could bring the end to a peaceful life on Spherus Magna, and only a Toa Team can stop it.
The looming air blowed softly among Ores-Koro. A troubled being in a spacious hut had mountains of paperwork, all mainly drawn to the same problem, missing Matoran. The one reading those, a Ba-Turaga, seemed to not be surprised by the dreadful messages. But non-the-less it worried him, worried him of what might be happening in the mines.
A Ce-Matoran peered over into his hut, unnoticed, hesitated, thinking over if it were wise to interrupt the Turaga in his frustration. Finally, she mustered up her courage as she entered the hut trying her best to show at least a fraction of confidence.
"Turaga," The Matoran explained. "I bring news of the Rahi's behavior located in Ores Nui."
For a moment, the Turaga looked almost relieved that she had a piece of news that did not involve Matoran, he didn't care if it were a problem, anything different was good news to him by this point.
"They seem to have become a much more aggressive," Encouraged by the Turaga's previous response to her news she pushed further. "The mines are becoming more troubling to dig through, Matoran each day are becoming injured."
The Turaga heaved a huge sigh. "I'll look into this," It was the usual, he is starting to regret ever beginning mining excavations within Ores Nui. Although things like this never happened in the beginning and there was rare and valuable materials in the rock that must be collected. But he's becoming more and more convinced that the risk is no longer worth it. "You may go back to your duty," The Turaga waved his hand to dismiss her.
The Matoran nodded as she walked away, she looked back towards Sqikus direction. The Turaga of Gravity didn't want her worrying of him, it was his duty brought by destiny to fulfill his duties for the village.
He thought of getting Nonipar to help, the Glatorian was one willing to do anything for the village, the problem was finding him as he preferred to work alone and would be hard to find this time of day. Aeirwind would certainly be one to help. The Toa of Air always had many ideas, though they weren't the most reliable. Bluhdred seemed the most capable, he was extremely patient, and something Sqikus lacked that he needed gravely in his duties as Turaga. The Toa of Ice was also a tactful thinker, although the probability of him being too busy with the village's guard was high. He just sat there, thinking of a possible decision, he finally settled on visiting Bluhdred. The Toa of Ice was a strategist, more than the Turaga, he would know what to do. He moved from his desk with a struggle as he wandered aimlessly not even trying to hide his exhaustion towards Bluhdred's office, inside headquarters of the Village's guard. The guards, automatically recognizing him, allowed the Turaga in wondering what he was doing here. The Turaga past many halls and corridors until he came to an open doored room. Bluhdred sat in the middle of the room, upon a desk, making it seem as if he expected the Turaga to come.
"Sqikus," He said in greeting. "What brings you here?"
Sqikus gave a grunt, more of amusement of seeing his friend than anything else. "Horrible," he said. "The unusual amounts of paperwork are starting to get to me brother..."
Bluhdred stood from his seat having to hear the news for the first time. Wondering why his brother didn't tell him before, he questioned him. "Paperwork? For what?"
"There has been missing Matoran," The Turaga's mouth felt like sand paper. "And I have to fill in for thirty of their jobs, but that's only for today."
"Wait, what? Did you say thirty? These are troubling times indeed..." Bluhdred said. He tried his best to show concern, cupping his chin in his hand.
"Making them is difficult work and seems almost heartless at this point." Sqikus moaned. "I would love to hear your ideas for stopping this, I would be much appreciated."
Bluhdred didn't listen to him as he laid busy thinking. "How about you shut down all access to Ores Nui. We can't risk anymore Matoran. At least not until we figure this problem out."
Sqikus led out a soft groan. "I was hoping you wouldn't say that, the idea crossed my mind but seemed too radical at the time."
"At the time," Bluhdred pointed out.
"I was hoping you and your guard could fend off aggressive rahi—"
"Brother," Bluhdred put a hand on Sqikus's shoulder, the concern in his eyes shone brightly. "You and I know this will hardly improve anything. The best we can do is shut all doors to Ores Nui until we figure this problem out."
Sqikus stood there not responding, his head looking at the floor. Bluhdred hesitated, but decided to continue on.
"Your tired Brother, even if we settle this issue temporarily it's bound to pop up again, but if we suspend it..."
Bluhdred jumped, he was surprised as his brother let out a scowl of annoyance, and the neighboring guards who were listening onto the conversation as this point also leaped in the air. "Alright, alright, it just seems... wrong to just abandon those Matoran."
"Don't worry, we'll find a way." Bluhdred pat Sqikus reassuringly. "We're Toa, remember?"
Sqikus stared at him, his eyes like daggers. "But I'm a Turaga," He said. "But I believe in you, and Aeirwind. I just hope you two don't let me down. Or more accurately mess up again."