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Review Topic: Clicky, clicky!TAG 'EM and BAG 'EM Let's Do This Book I Prologue KO-HENGE KNOWLEDGE TOWERSMATA REKIMMata Nui knows what this could mean. The stars aligned. But not any of the good ones. No, these stars were omens of disaster. If they aligned, something bad was going to happen. Ketran the astronomer of all people knew this. But what was going to happen? A sickness? A war? Oh, Mata Nui knows.“What are you looking at?” asked an unfamiliar voice.The Ko-Matoran turned. “Stars,” Ketran answered. “What do you think?”The Matoran of Lightning shrugged, “Something important.”“I’ll have you know I have just found one of the worst omens in the sky just a moment ago, Matoran...” the Ko-Matoran said, whipping around.“I’m Solaris” the bright yellow Matoran answered. “So you’re crazy Ketran.”“Something bad is going to happen, and all you are doing is joking!” Ketran said, hysterically.“Well, I was going to pick up a friend of mine when I was...” Solaris gulped, “...interested in what you were looking at.”“Who’s your friend?” the astronomer said, beginning to record his findings on his notepad.“Plia,” Solaris answered, shrugging.“Plia?” Ketran said, dropping his notepad in surprise. “A girl like that is friends with a Matoran like you?”Solaris raised an eyebrow, “Well, you can’t call us friends. We’re co-workers who work in cubicles right next to each other.”“You like her?” the astronomer smiled, doing his best to embarrass the silly Matoran who disturbed his work.“Yeah,” Solaris said, scratching his back. “But she doesn’t really care that I exist. No one does, really.”Maybe something bad would happen to this fellow. One of the stars did represent heartbreak. Then again, another suggested genocide. “Well, she’s on the floor above,” Ketran said, finishing his notes.Solaris nodded and headed up.PO-HENGEDESERTMATA REKIMHe looked at the small village in the desert. It wasn’t much, but it was the only northern entrance to the island. But what a desert! He walked through the sand, looking at the henge, just a hundred feet away. The people would accept him, even if his coming was marked by the stars of evil. He would make them accept him.PO-HENGETOWN SQUAREMATA REKIMUtrop the Po-Matoran was deep in conversation with Etriak the Onu-Matoran about the rock business, and vacations.“All I’m saying,” Utrop said, “is that if I take a week off to go to the Ga-Henge beaches, you can ship the stone to my company and they will take care of it.”“Well I prefer dealing with you,” Etriak argued. “You’re the only one who knows what he’s doing.“What do you say we both go on vacation? Utrop suggested. “I hear this is the perfect time of year to head down to the beach. They got a good selection of lookers right ‘bout now.”“You know I’m not all about picking up Ga-Matoran,” Etriak said. “I like work. I don’t want to go chasing random women with you, I want to mine.”“Yeah, well...” Utrop began. He was cut off by the entrance of a large being.He stood tall, covered in black and green armor. His face was covered by a hood. Even his eyes could not be seen glowing under the darkness. The cloak draped over his shoulders was elegant, but simple enough for travel. This was a wealthy person.“Good day, citizens of this Henge,” the being said. “I’m glad to be here. Now, I have but one request: Take me to your leader.” There was silence. No one even heard the being mutter, “So that I can kill him and take this treasure.”