Chapter Three, New Friends
When Metalicus woke up, one word could describe him: furious. He had told Sandstorm that sailing this way was a bad idea, but he wouldn’t listen. And now look where they were. Stuck on an island somewhere in the Artahka Chain. “Wake up.” Metalicus said. “Sandstorm was groggy at first, but quickly realized that something was wrong. “Where are we?” Sandstorm asked. “I don’t know, but it’s your fault.” Metalicus replied. “My fault? Why is it my fault?” Sandstorm said, his anger rising. “You told me to change our course. And now look. The boat’s wrecked, and the zombies are all on their way to a relatively unguarded Metru Nui. Bravo captain, bravo.” Metalicus said. “I made a choice that might’ve saved Metru Nui. But then those zombies came and-” “Yeah, blame it all on the zombies.” Metalicus said, cutting Sandstorm off. “We could’ve made it through if you didn’t leave it on autopilot!” Sandstorm yelled. “Oh, so now it’s the computer’s fault. If you can’t take responsibility for your actions, then I don’t want to follow a leader like you.” Metalicus said. By now the other Toa along with Ranex were listening intently. “I’m out of here. If anyone wants to join me, come on.” Metalicus said. “I’ll come.” Ranex said. “Anyone else?” Metalicus asked. “Let’s go.” He said as they walked off into the forest. “Where’s Planachar?” Sandstorm asked.
Planachar was running through the forest, not out of fear, but rather determination. This doesn’t make sense.” He said. “Everything’s gone.” “Not gone. Just moved.” An all too familiar voice said. “Vushnar.” Planachar said grimly while drawing his sword. “Wait, wait. I’m the last rahksheeva in existence if you kill me, a whole species will go extinct because of you.” Vushnar said. “Okay, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t kill you. After all, you almost killed me.” Planachar said, lowering his sword. “This island is a dangerous place. There is one that knows all, sees all, and kills all.” Vushnar said. “If it ‘kills all’ as you say, then why aren’t you dead?” Planachar asked. “Because, it has allowed me to live. Along with some others. Quickly, we must leave here. This is an ideal place for a-” Vushnar was cut off as a strong rumbling shook the island. “Trap.” He finished as a casing of stone erupted around them.
“What was that?” Rivera said when the rumblings ceased. “Let’s go. The others might be in danger.” Sandstorm said and the three Toa bolted into the forest. “Stop!” A voice said as all of the Toa were pulled to the ground. “You are not safe here. Come with me!” The voice said. “Follow my tree-marks!” He yelled as his silhouette faded into the jungle. “That was odd.” Sandstorm said. “What do you think he meant when he said ‘you are not safe’?” Kirana said. “I don’t know. But I’d rather not find out.” Sandstorm said as he started hiking through the jungle. After about ten minutes, the three Toa found themselves at the entrance to an underground chamber. “Come here.” The voice said. The three Toa obeyed and found themselves in a dingy basement. “Where are we?” Rivera asked. “Under the island.” The voice said, lighting a torch. “Wait… You’re a Skakdi!” Sandstorm said. “Yeah, so?” He asked. “I thought that your species was furious with us.” Sandstorm said. “Should we?” The Skakdi asked. “No. But, would you be mad if, umm, someone in my party said that your leader had an ugly grin?” Sandstorm asked. “No, not at all, my brother always did look ugly.” The Skakdi said. “Now, allow me to introduce you to the others. Here is Tamiko.” He said, gesturing to a surly Vortixx leaning on the far wall. “Sadly, Vushnar has ventured away this morning and hasn’t returned.” The Skakdi said. “Where are we?” Kirana asked. The Skakdi looked as though it would die is he told them. “Tren Krom’s island.” He said shakily. The Toa were terrified. If this was Tren Krom’s island, “Come on, the others are in danger. “Wait!” The Skakdi said. “You can’t go out there, he’ll kill you!” “Our friends are out there. And we need to find them to save our home.” Sandstorm said. “I’m coming.” Tamiko said. “You’ll need the help.” “Are you coming?” Rivera asked the Skakdi. “No, it’s too dangerous out there. You all will die.” The Skakdi said. “Very well. Let’s move.” Sandstorm said as they exited the chamber. “I do not allow those who are cowards to dwell here.” An ominous voice said. Lava started filling the room, the Skakdi tried to use his gravity powers to save himself, but they would not work. He made a dash for the exit, but a large stone slab appeared out of nowhere. He started to bang on the rock. “Let me out of here! I want to come with you! Please, PLEASE!” He yelled. But the group was too far away to hear his pleas for help. After minutes of agonizing pain and screaming, it was over. The Skakdi was gone.
“Come on! We’ve got to get out of here!” Planachar said as he banged his sword against a wall. “It’s no use. Tren Krom will kill us either way.” Vushnar said. “If you really are the Vushnar that I met so long ago, you wouldn’t let a stone wall stand in your way of domination.” Planachar said. “Fine.” Vushnar said and started digging. After fifteen minutes of trying to escape, Vushnar surfaced “The rock goes on for miles. I’ll hit the ocean before I get under the rock.” Vushnar said. “How do you know?” Planachar asked. “Look.” Vushar said. Water was already starting to come up the hole. With a grip of terror, Planachar knew that this was the end.
Sandstorm, Rivera, and Kirana were being led by Tamiko through the jungle. “The only way to leave this island is to make peace with the one who rules it.” Tamiko said. “Wait, so you’re taking us TO Tren Krom?” Sandstorm said. “Yes.” Tamiko said as he cut through dense foliage. “Here we are.” He said as he gestured to the opening of a very large cave. “Come.” Tamiko said as he disappeared into the shadows. The Toa followed, knowing that this could very well be the end.
“We’ve been walking for hours!” Metalicus said angrily. “Perhaps it just feels like hours because the trek has been uneventful.” Ranex said. “Well, I would like it to get a bit more eventful.” Metalicus said. Then they both disappeared into a dark realm with the ominous words: “Be careful what you wish for.”
The Toa found themselves in a gigantic audience chamber when they came out of the shadows. “Okay, where’s Tren Krom?” Sandstorm asked. Then he saw the giant, gelatinous mass sitting at the end of the cavern. “Do not fear me.” Tren Krom said. “I do not wish to harm you. For you have shown courage and determination in your quest.” “Do you know what has happened to Planachar, Metalicus, Ranex, and Vushnar?” Sandstorm asked. “Yes. But I cannot say where they are.” Tren Krom answered. “Where are we?” A familiar voice said angrily. “Metalicus!” Sandstorm said. “You’re alive!” “Like you would care.” Metalicus said bitterly. “Why do you doubt your leader?” Tren Krom asked. “He deliberately put us in danger.” Metalicus said. “Is this true?” Tren Krom said as he looked at Sandstorm. “Yes.” He said in dismay. “From what I saw in your memories, you were putting others before you. A skill that is in all great leaders. It is easy to get caught up in selfishness and cowardice, but if a leader puts the safety of others before his own, he has earned my trust and aid.” Tren Krom said. “Take this. It will allow you to restore whatever you want. But use it wisely. For this is the only device that will allow you to do so.” He said as he handed Sandstorm a silver orb. “It will open when it is time. Farewell.” And in mere seconds, the group was back where they started. On a beach. Only this time, there was a boat sailing towards them.