I know some people were complaining about how I sped up the Vakama/Nokama argument. It's because it just didn't seem to be working, and I decided to just end it.

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The Dark Hunter's convoy progressed one by one through the narrow opening in the Great Barrier. The Shadowed One's ship was the last to go through, as they needed to know there were no traps. They did this by sending the stupidest and weakest Dark Hunters through in the first boat, so they would they would take the hit first.

The Shadowed One sat in his chamber, carefully studying the models on the table before him. It exactly showed what the present situation looked like. Strangely, there were no traps. Gradually he moved the model ship, representing the Hunters' convoy, down the tunnel, ever closer to Metru Nui. His lips twisted into an evil smile, as he thought about how the Toa would pay.

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Makutanuva sensed power. It called to him, screaming in his ear, this power he sensed. But where was it? He ghosted along the ground and walls, towards the source of this fluctuation. This was no ordinary power source. This was more, much more than he had ever sensed before. His heartlight glowed more brightly, its dark, black aura covering everything around it in shadow. He engulfed Matoran he passed with all speed, possible, trying to maintain himself while rushing toward this, this…he sensed it. A new Kanohi? Hmmm… He threw all his power behind his movement, now more determined then ever to reach this object.

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Kopaka noticed something odd. A shadow, racing across walls and floors, but nothing casting it. He fired an ice blast at this odd thing, and suddenly, the form of Takutanuva burst forth from the shadow, shattering the ice like glass.

"Interesting new power, Takanuva, but it really seems a little creepy," said Kopaka.

Suddenly, a Matoran passed by. Takutanuva absorbed the Matoran. Kopaka, seeing this, leapt at Takutanuva in anger. Makutanuva slammed Kopaka against the wall, knocking him out cold, and went shadow again, racing to the power source once more.

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"He attacked a Matoran and then you?"

"I'm telling you, something is wrong with him!"

"It seems that Takanuva has not been entirely truthful with us," said Lhikan. "He sent a message to me, saying that the Kanohi Krakhaan had been destroyed. While it remains, so does Makuta, and it sounds as if Makuta has taken over the fusion that is Takutanuva. This new power is an interesting one…and a new threat. We must all be on our guard. Now, Vakama had something to say. That was why he called us here, to the Suva."

The Toa, gathered around the Suva, looked toward Vakama. Vakama gave a sorrowful sigh, and began.

"I recently remembered something I have never revealed to anyone. As a Matoran, I experimented with new types of masks on my own, and designed one interesting one. The Kanohi Krakana, the Great Mask of Presence. It allows the wearer the powers of telekinesis, telepathy, mind control, and unlimited teleportation."

"Mata Nui!" shouted Norik, as the other Rahaga whispered among themselves, about this new development. "Why would you experiment with new masks without authorization? It could have exploded!"

"I know," said Vakama. "I made it just the same, though, and I hid it. I didn't send it for archiving, like most great masks, because I didn't want it to leave me. It was my masterpiece at the time. The problem is, I can't remember I put it. If that falls into…what should we call him, "Makutanuva"? If the Mask of Presence falls into Makutanuva's hands, we don't stand a chance. If Makutanuva gets that Great Mask, Metru Nui is-"

"Don't say it!" Onewa butted in. "I don't want to think about it! We have to get that Mask before he does!"

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Metru Nui came into view at the bow of the first ship. The message began spreading back from ship to ship, with the speed of an electrical current, back to the Shadowed One's ship.

"Excellent," the Shadowed One said to Lariska, his second-in-command, as she practiced with her poison-tipped throwing dagger on a target on the wall. "Stay at the very outer edge of this little sea. I don't want them spotting us."

"Sir?" Lariska said. "Why don't we just rush them?"

"Lariska, Lariska, think. If they know we're coming, that's just what they'll expect. You have to know how Toa think. By grouping near the outskirts, we-"

But he never finished his sentence. Lariska had just turned, and, to the Shadowed One's surprise, had thrown one of the daggers. His eyes went wide as he saw the dagger plunge into his chest.

"I never did think much of your idea, 'Oh Great Leader'" Lariska said, putting special sarcasm on the last few syllables, watching the Shadowed One's tortured writhing. His body was three thousand years older than he was. He wouldn't be able to stand it.

"You…kept…your promise…traitor…" he gasped as he took his final breath and died.

Lariska looked down at her deceased leader. His death meant her rise to power. She went out of the cabin, and shouted through the sound amplification system, "PREPARE TO LAND! WE STRIKE NOW!"

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What'd you think? By the way, neither Lariska's promise nor Lariska herself belong to me. Read BIONICLE Adventures #10: Time Trap if you want to know what the promise was, as well as why the Shadowed One's body is three thousand years older than himself.