"Attention all Matoran of Gundaru Nui! Will the following Matoran please report to Turaga Norukan immediately!"
The voice over the city loudspeaker stopped every Matoran in his tracks. Whenever there was an announcement involving the Turaga, everyone paid close attention.
"Aroda…"
The Po-Matoran looked up from the sculpture he was carving. It was unusual for individual Matoran to be summoned by the Turaga.
"Well," he said to himself with a grin, "this certainly doesn't happen every day."
"…Verau…"
The Su-Matoran stood up and stretched the kinks out of her muscles. She had been tending to her garden all day, pruning flowers and pulling roots.
"What would Turaga Norukan possibly want with me?" she wondered aloud.
"…Sasi…"
Frustrated, the Ko-Matoran gave the loudspeaker a look that would scare a Muaka. Then she remembered that loudspeakers don't get intimidated by rude looks.
"I can't believe he has the nerve to summon me while I'm shopping!" she said to her friends.
"…Zakita…"
The Le-Matoran froze and stared at the loudspeaker. After about a minute, one of his buddies pushed him forward.
"Go on, you great kohlii-head! This could be the chance of a lifetime!"
"I know," he replied, a grin spreading across his dark green mask, "I'm letting the suspense build."
"…Trelex…"
The Vo-Matoran was so surprised he nearly fell over. He was excited about being called, but also worried. This was the second time this week his name had been heard over the city loudspeaker. But he was pretty sure he hadn't pulled any huge pranks in the last two days.
"I haven't done anything this time, so why am I being summoned?" he asked himself.
"…Hedak…"
The Matoran was surprised, but he didn't show it. He noticed a couple female Matoran staring at him. Being a De-Matoran, he had excellent hearing, and he knew they were whispering about him. He winked at them and they giggled, and he made sure to walk by them as he headed towards towards city hall.
"This will make the ladies love me even more!" he gloated to himself.
"…Buna..."
The Ta-Matoran jumped in mid-stroke, accidentally ruining the tool he was crafting. Frustrated, he snapped it over his knee and tossed it into the scrap heap."
"Why do I always mess up?" he shouted to nobody in particular.
"…Tanire…"
The Fe-Matoran calmly stood up from his executive's desk. "Babura, you take care of things while I'm out, okay?"
"Yes, sir, I will!" his secretary replied.
"Good. I'm counting on you."
He left the building and walked towards city hall. He knew that this was important somehow, but he had no idea why. But he didn't need a reason. He wasn't going to let anything get in the way of this opportunity.
"…Pronak.."
The Ga-Matoran jumped out of the pool and didn't even bother to dry herself off as she sped towards city hall as fast as her legs could carry her.
"This is soooo exciting!" she said to herself as she rounded a corner.
"…and Jakorak."
The Av-Matoran grinned and pumped his fist. He had always wanted to be summoned by the Turaga. He didn't care that everyone was staring at him as he leapt into his hovercar.
"What he wants me for?" he wondered aloud as he drove to city hall.
Turaga Norukan sat in his office, reminiscing on old times, back when he had been a Toa of Magnetism, back when he had been Toa Norukan.
He sighed. He missed those times, fighting evil and driving off threats in order to protect Matoran. Those had been good times. But they had also been times of darkness and of hardship.
His thoughts wandered to the ten Matoran, who, even now, were on there way to this very room.
"I wonder," he thought aloud, "Are they truly ready for this?"
There was a knock on his office door, jarring him from his thoughts. "Come in!"
The door opened, and a Matoran strode through. "You summoned, me, Turaga?"