The Escape of Miserix's Toa Hagah

Prologue
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    Makuta Miserix, leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta, paced his throne room, obviously annoyed. His cause for annoyance was clear to Makuta Icarax, who stood near the entrance to the chamber. Miserix's team of Toa Hagah, second only to that of Teridax's, had been destroyed by a horde of Skakdi. This was not the cause for annoyance. The reason for Miserix's behaviour was the fact that he, the almighty leader of the Brotherhood of Makuta, had been forced to take matters into his own hands and destroy the Skakdi himself. It had taken several hours of dirty work to sufficiently crush the savages, during which time he had recieved many wounds, causing his new Antidermis substance to leak. True, he had devestated the army, leaving their tribe weak and easy prey for others of their kind, but he would have preferred his servants to do it.

"I shouldn't have to stoop to the level of Toa."

Icarax hurriedly agreed, if only because he knew that Miserix might make him regret it if he didn't. Icarax himself enjoyed the heat of battle, and rarely employed his Toa Hagah to clean up his messes.

"If you want, I could recruit more Toa for you, ones-"

Miserix cut him off. "Toa aren't good enough. I need someone, something, more. Perhaps..."

Icarax scowled behind his Mask of Scavenging. He had a report to give on the Vortixx invasion of Stelt. He was not here to listen to Miserix's raving.

"I'll get Chirox or Mutran onto it," Miserix said after a few seconds consideration. "Anyway, you're here to report. So report!"

Icarax began his summary of the invasion's progress, but in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but wonder:

Onto what?

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