Cooked this up in an hour. It is told from the Point of View of Vakama as he searched for missing matoran during the Morbuzakh arc. It is, however, not completely canon.I hope everyone likes it!EDIT: I had to fix one grammatical mistake.Member Name: DarthbrandonTheme: VisionsWord Count: 599Story: VanishedMy name is Toa Vakama. I have been on this case five days. My duty is to protect the Matoran, but I have strayed away from it.It started on a rather hot day in Ta-Metru. I was working in the Mask Making Factory when one of my workers, Nuhrii, asked for a day off.I didn’t think much of it, until he never showed up the next day. Even worse, he had vanished. I searched his house, asked his friends about him, and even searched the other Metrus. Nothing…I went to bed one night, three days after Nuhrii went missing. I had a dream. I saw vivid images of vines crashing through the city, Matoran running helplessly, and finally, an image of Toa Lhikan. I woke up with a fright, and finally called a meeting with all Toa Metru.We met at Lhikan’s Suva, the place we always met. I found out that the same problem had occurred at every other Metru: Missing Matoran.“Is there a suspect?” I said as the other Toa looked at me strangely.“A suspect?” Matau replied, staring me down, “You assume someone abducted them?”I suddenly had a vision. It was just like my dream. I watched as the vines struck the city, taking Matoran by the millions. I saw Toa Lhikan, placing a Toa Stone in my hand. Obviously I had to save these Matoran, but I needed the help of the other Toa.“Do you think it has anything to do with all the vines appearing throughout the city?” Nokama asked.“Possibly,” I answered.Suddenly a large vine crashed through the ground, knocking me off my feet. I had another vision, I saw Po-Metru. Standing in the middle of a large vine, was a Matoran. I couldn’t make out who it was, only that he wasn’t being attacked. Perhaps he was leading other Matoran towards the plants. Then I heard Toa Nuju’s voice.“Vakama! Wake up!” Nuju shouted, breaking me away from the vision.He helped me to my feet. I dusted myself off, then looked strait at Onewa, The Toa of Stone.“Onewa, do you know any Matoran in your Metru, that was always anxious, trying to leave work?” I asked, “A Matoran that was never around?”I thought about it. It seemed possible.Onewa looked at me with a confused look.“I’m not sure I know of such a Matoran,” Onewa said.He stood in the middle of the wrecked Temple, pondering my question.“Wait,” Onewa looked me in the eyes “There is Ahkmou. He was always leaving Po-Metru. He said that it was business, but I never quite believed him. “I had met Ahkmou before. He worked at a Matoran Chronicle, writing tablets on Metru Nui History.“Let’s go to Po-Metru,” I said “I have a plan”.For an entire day, we rode in the Transport Tubes. These large tubes stretched across the City, powered by Liquid Protodermic. This transport system was run and organized by Kongu of Le-Metru, who had just dissappeared as well.Because of this, we had to start the tubes ourself. Afterwards, we went on a slow ride to the very edge of Po-Metru. We arrived at the home of Ahkmou, finding the Matoran hiding in a closet.We questioned him, and after a long talk, he admitted to everything.He told us about the Giant Morbuzakh Plant that had been terrorizing the city, using Matoran as Workers in the Great Furnace of Ta-Metru.I had one last vision. The destruction of Metru Nui.It was time for me to act.