IC: ChorAfter almost a week, the mining party was on their way back. Chor had accompanied the group of Matoran and Ussals on their journey, for the route they had taken was an infamous one. Almost every step of the way, Chor and 3 Matoran Ussal-riders had to protect the mining party from either rockfalls or Rahi attacks.Chor was glad to be returning. As much as he knew that the mining party wouldn't have survived without him, he still would have preferred to stay back in Onu-Koro and perform less exhausting tasks. At the present moment Chor was leading the group, mechanically moving one leg after another to maintain the pace. Why on Mata-Nui didn't I bring an Ussal? thought Chor. Right now he wanted nothing more than to just lie down and do nothing for a couple of hours, but there were certain matters that needed attending to.There were no casualties from the journey, save for some lost mining equipment and an unlucky Matoran's broken arm. Chor had taken it upon himself to see that the Matoran miner had his arm fixed, and meant to take him to the hospital as soon as they were back in Onu-Koro. To add on to his duties, Chor was to report back to the Ussalry commander and return the borrowed Ussals.In the near distance lay a market. Seeing civilisation gave the mining party an excuse to quicken the pace, eager to see some old and perhaps new faces. Approaching the market, it was clear that not all was well. Several Matoran were crowded around two Toa, one of which was in no healthy condition. Chor rushed ahead of the mining party to the injured Toa's side, whereupon his eyes met with the Toa of Earth kneeling beside him."What happened to him?" asked Chor.