The Forge is in uproar, the people are crying out for protection. Bo-calix and his Hagah try their best to calm the population. The Toa assist, promising that they will get their new home and that the cultists will be defeated.
Some matoran talk about the cultist’s leader, Way-finder. They say it might be better to join him, rather than suffer here.
Rodemakoki walks up to the platform and shouts into the crowd,
“Who is a fool?! Who is a wiseman?! Trust these toa-heroes, have they not done enough?”
The toa look at the Chronicler, they take an oath in front of the crowds, promising that they will protect them and hep them into their new homes. The question is, can only two toa accomplish the feat?
Kravo wanders into an alley he punches the metal wall, scraping his fist. IT wasn’t supposed to be this way. Ta-aki wasn’t supposed to die. Vomahiki walks up, and sighs,
“You’ll never accomplish your goals like that, friend.”
“It times like this I wish I was faster. Yes, I know my mask power and the stone I safeguard. How long will this unrest last? It’s been this way since we came back.”
Vomahki looks into the sky, it’s full of dull, grey, heavy clouds,
“I don’t know. What’s your plan?”
Kravo spits at the wall,
“I’m going to the fire region, another reclaiming…gather all who’ll come with us.”
Vomahiki nods and leaves. Tobduk, known as Tobya walks to Kravo.
“Kravo, how long has it been?”
“I remember you, before you were blue and white, how long has it been since you found that stone?”
Kravo looks at Tobduk and scowls,
“It be best if you forget the past”
He walks into the crowd. There posters, hung on the metal walls, calling available matoran to join the Chronicler on his quest. A matoran, pulls the poster off and smiles,
“After that cult attack I need something better to do.”
Rett walks into the crowd, watching the Chronicler Rodemakoki.