The Greening of Po-Koro, Featuring MakuTa
Chapter 1: The Instigator
One day in Mangaia...
Makuta leaned back in his leather chair and put his feet on the desk. "Ahh," he smiled, "the satisfaction of a job well done." He clasped his silvery gauntlets behind his head and closed his eyes for a moment. "Everything is in place. I'm rebuilt in my new, more intimidating form… the kraata are prepared… and the Rahkshi armor is tested and ready. So what if the Matorans have discovered that silly little mask? A lot of good it’s going to do them against MY new minions!"
He put his feet on the floor again and sat up. "Stupid claws!" he exclaimed, examining four deep scratches in the mahogany surface of the desk. He leaned toward his computer and double-clicked on a red LEGO brick on the desktop. Soon he was looking at a black screen with cameo pictures of the Matorans. A sly grin spread slowly across his face. "But before I wreck their pathetic little lives, maybe I should have some fun with them."
The Spirit of Evil stood up and stalked toward one of the many tunnels leading from the main chamber of his gloomy lair. He kicked aside a black leg piece and a few purple shoulder connectors that were lying on the floor. "This place really does need a woman's touch. And I have nothing but sons," he sighed, shaking his head. "If only GaliGee had stayed. She probably would have cleaned up this--aaah!" Makuta slipped on a plus-rod and fell on his back. "Stupid parts!" He got up and hurled the plus-rod across the room. It hit the rack of home theater equipment against the opposite wall, knocking the Xbox controller to the floor.
He ducked into the passageway, which opened into a large room lined with shelves. Transparent vials were arranged in neat rows. The ones on the top shelf were empty, but those on the lower shelf contained writhing slug-like organisms of various colors. The Rahkshi stood motionless in tall glass tubes against one wall, their backs open and empty. Six canisters were clustered on a stone table next to them, with particularly lively specimens inside.
Makuta ran his finger along the containers on the bottom shelf until he came to a vial that was marked with a large black 'X'. "Here it is," he chuckled to himself. He pulled the vial off the shelf and held it up to the lone lightstone in the center of the ceiling. "The pink kraata. The one that just wasn't mean enough. Perfect for a nasty little prank." He unscrewed the lid of the tube, reached in, and gripped the slimy wriggling creature inside. "Come on out, you have a job to do," he laughed wickedly.
Makuta dropped the empty vial onto the stone floor and turned toward the exit. The broken glass crunched under his feet as he spoke to the kraata. "I'll deliver you to Ga-Koro, and put you inside a hut. You are to infect the blue creature who lives there. Got it?"
The kraata thrashed as if in answer. "Wonderf--OW!" Makuta rubbed his head and glared at the top of the doorway. "Stupid doorway!" He smashed out a chunk of stone with his fist. "I've got to get used to this new form!"
The Spirit of Evil carefully picked his way among the parts littering the floor of the main room. He stopped, opened the panel on his chest, and lay the pink kraata against his body. It clung to him and stopped moving. "Aww," he purred, "they look so sweet when they're sleeping." He patted the kraata and snapped the panel closed.
He scowled at an elevator car lying under a pile of loose cable. "Oh, and I've got to rebuild that stupid elevator to carry more weight," he grumbled, kicking it as he walked past. "Well, I suppose I could use a little exercise." Picking up his staff, which was leaning against the wall, Makuta stepped into a dank stairwell and began slowly climbing the twenty-seven flights of stairs to the surface of Mata Nui.
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