Prologue
Turaga Vakama sat on a rock, observing the landscape of the Ta-Koro coastline as the angry waves of sea water swallowed the closest stretches of sand they could find. Next to the elderly Turaga stood Ta-Koro's Captain of the Guards, Jala. Jala was a brave young Ta-Matoran and did not hesitate to do anything that meant protecting his village. It was lucky that it was Jala's job to protect Turaga Vakama when they went on expeditions like these, because this was no ordinary expedition. Because of this, Jala's best friend Takua the Chronicler was with him as well, as this was the most important time that the island of Mata Nui was ever going to know.
"Turaga Vakama, shouldn't he be arriving already?" Jala asked.
"Be patient, young one." Vakama replied. "He will come. You just watch."
"Well, forgive me for being rude, Turaga, but it seems like we've been wasting our time just to watch the waves go up and down while there are more exciting things going on back at the village." Takua said.
Turaga Vakama did not move his eyes from the waves. "As I told your friend, Chronicler... be patient."
Takua sat down on the sand, shaking his head. He knew that the day would come that Turaga Vakama's wise speeches became eccentric. He had hoped it wouldn't have been so soon.
"Here it is..." Vakama smiled.
At a distance, a silver canister could be seen approaching the shores of Ta-Koro. At the front of the canister, six red lights flashed.
Although the canister seemed like it was travelling slowly, in a matter of minutes it stopped on the shores of Ta-Koro. The lights were flashing slower and soon, a crack around the front of the canister appeared. Steam burst out almost immeadiately, and the Turaga and the two Ta-Matoran were left sat on the rock.
Just then, the front of the canister blasted off. Takua ducked so it didn't smash his head. A bunch of mechanical parts fell out of what remained of the canister. Sticking out like a saw thumb was a bright red mask, similar to Jala's mask. The mechanical parts began to shift until they formed a humanoid shape, twice the size of Jala and Takua. Finally, a mouth and a pair of glowing orange eyes appeared on the shape that was the newcomer's face. Not noticing Turaga Vakama or the Ta-Matoran, the newcomer beant down and picked up the mask, brushing the sand off of it. Only then did the newcomer notice that Turaga Vakama had been watching him. Instantly afraid, the newcomer dashed off.