Hello. I am Makuta Darkaea, who is currently lecturing to you from the Destral Archives, whose location is top secret. You may be wondering about why I am here, talking to you. Anyways, about 95 millenia ago, I, working under Makuta Cryzak as a Destral archiver's assistant, participated in the Xian negotiations. They were NOT fun, I will tell you. An example is shown here, when talking to a female Vortixx bureaucrat:

"But sirs, if I do lower prices, my workers would get ticked off, eventually causing an equal rights campaign for Male Vortixx and destabilizing our entire economy, causing a world-wide depression due to our intensely capitalistic position in the world, followed by a world war started by the Steltians, eventually ending in a Cold War between us and the Matoran, with intense propaganda emanating from both sides, and:"

"I don't care," said Vamprah.

"But isn't it your duty to protect the Matoran, who will surely be slaughtered in the world war?"

"You said that as if the Matoran will still be around for said Cold War," pointed out myself.

"But if I do, we'll have to resort to un-environmentally friendly methods to make our weapons, resuling it the world warming up until it is too hot for Matoran life to thrive, eventually causing the world to be consumed in..."

Yes. I was very glad that Icarax finally lost his temper then. Key emphasis on "was." Let's just say that I ended up with so many bruises/cuts/scrapes/scars/fractures/sprains/broken bones/etc. that I looked like a Makutafish who picked a fight with a mutated Tarakava...and lost. That was when it was only half over.

I have also to report that Stelt, to this day, has not raged a world war.

I'm now a senior archivist at the Destral history area. I'd know.