Whispers in the Dark

Whispers in the Dark is the first story serial in Matoro1's 2011 Storyline. It followed Ghosts of the Past in the Deserts of Death Universe Arc. It is also the first serial in the Fractures story arc.

Chapter 1
The Toa of Air flew across the room. Immediately he wished his flight had been from his own control and not that of the Rahkshi that had thrown him. He smashed into a Stasis Tube with an almighty CRASH then fell into the glass shards. He winced, like a Matoran who had just fallen off his first Hover-Cycle. It felt like he’d been doing that a lot recently. The Toa’s name was Orkahm. He hadn’t been a Toa for very long and didn’t particularly like the experience so far. Why he had been picked to become one was beyond him. He deserved the extra responsibility no more than the next Le-Matoran and actually wanted it even less. Being a Toa was hard, especially when the rest of the world wanted you dead. Orkahm felt a strong arm wrap around his waist. He felt himself being pulled back to his feet and dragged aside by the last remaining member of his Team; Vhisola – The Toa of Water. Their group had originally consisted of eight Toa: himself, Vhisola, Nuhrii, Ehrye, Tehutti, Ahkmou, Saran, and Nuju. However, despite all of their glory from the modern day propaganda, the group had faced problems since its formation. Toa Ahkmou had quickly revealed his true colors and took the life of Toa Nuhrii before escaping the island. They doubted he would have gotten far. The Universe was teaming with all sorts of enemies, just waiting for a Toa to fall into their grasp. Following Zakaz being invaded by Visorak, the Toa had been informed of an old peace treaty between the island of the Skakdi and Metru-Nui – Which meant that in the event of Zakaz being invaded, the City of Legends would supply as group of Toa to help them defend their island. Toa Tehutti had volunteered to be dispatched with several of the remaining Toa Inika to provide aid for the survivors. Their bodies were yet to return to Metru-Nui. Worse still, the second the Brotherhood of Makuta had invaded Bara Magna, Toa Saran - the Team’s only Toa of Light – and Toa Ehrye had rushed off to the Southern Continent to help the Av-Matoran escape the slaughter. No word had arrived concerning either of them. With Toa Nuju having been abducted only a week ago by Brotherhood spies in the city, only Orkahm and Vhisola remained from the original team. It was hard to believe that they had only been Toa for three months. Orkahm was just grateful that he was alive. This world was hungry. Every sleepless night he prayed that it would develop an appetite for something other than Toa. The Toa of Air wheezed as Vhisola brushed the glass shards from his armor in an older-sister fashion. The two Toa limped out of the Chamber and towards the back of the corridor they had entered, managing to escape the Rahkshi. Vhisola dropped Orkahm behind one of the broken display cases. The Toa moaned from the roughness but he knew it was no use telling Vhisola to be gentle. The last Matoran who tried that had ended up with a broken arm. Now she was a Toa she’d probably tear his arm off. “How’s your leg?” she asked. Her voice was full of concern but Orkahm knew it wasn’t for his safety. She only wanted to know whether or not she would have to carry him out after she finished pummeling the Rahkshi. “I can still walk on it, but being smash-thrown across the Archives isn’t exactly heal-helping.” Orkahm muttered in his native Le-Matoran Slang. He had gotten his leg trapped in the machinery of a Ta-Metru Furnace a month ago while chasing a Rahkshi of Heat Resistance through the city. He had survived but his leg was still under stress from the burning. A dangerously high number of nerves had been damaged in the experience. “Whatever,” grumbled Vhisola as she stuck her Mask above the display case. She grunted and retracted immediately. A crude dagger sailed past them and implanted itself in the wall opposite the two Rookie Toa. They both exchanged a confused frown before Vhisola snatched the weapon out of the wall and examined it. It was made from a simple thing, made from bone and flint. The type of weapon that wouldn’t seem out of place in the primeval section of the building they were witnessing the destruction of. They both immediately knew what it meant: Zyglak. Before Orkahm could open his mouth to speak, a beam of Dark Energy skimmed over their makeshift-trench. It singled the wall and left a crisp black mark. The Rahkshi were following them. “Where are the Onu-Matoran?” grunted Vhisola, her fists wrapped around her Water-Forks. “Either messy-splattered across the walls or they somehow miracle-escaped.” replied the Toa of Air. “And it’s look-seeing like we’ll be the fashion-new wallpaper too if we don’t quick-run out of here!” Vhisola nodded solemnly, as if mulling over a plan in her mind. Orkahm fell silent and watched as the cogs rotated in her head. An idea was definitely forming itself in there, but knowing Vhisola it was probably going to involve Cordak Blasters, Explosions, Guns, and other weapons that they did not have. “When I count to three we run towards the wall then duck. If we’re quick the Rahkshi might be able to make a hole in it this time.” “And if not then I’m not-never being your Toa-Battle ram.” Grumbled the Toa of Air. Neither of the Rookies were in a good mood. The fact they had both been up every night for the past week fighting Brotherhood spies across the Island was not helping either. “That’s a double negative,” chuckled Vhisola. “Shut up.” “I’m starting to count now.” “Oh well done, do you want-need a prize-medal?” sneered the Toa of Air. The sleepless nights were starting to eat away at his patience. “Well at least I know whether or not I’m putting my foot in a machine in a Foundry. Honestly, how can a Toa of Air even do that?” “My Jet-Boots weren’t function-working!” “Whatever, we’ve got to get out of here.” Sighed Vhisola. It must have taken a lot of self control for her to simply drop the argument and focus on saving their lives. “When I get to three.” Orkahm nodded and pulled out his Wing Slicers. The two Toa readied themselves to jump forwards. “One,” The Toa bit his lip and tightened his grip on his Weapons. He didn’t want to die, not yet. He was too young. There was so much he had not experienced in life. It seemed like he was about to lose his chance to live through all of that. He could just as easily die as he could survive. As much as he hated to admit it, Vhisola’s plan really depended on the Rahkshi. If they actually hit one of them then there would be one less Toa in the World. “Two,” Orkahm took a deep breath in and flexed the muscles in his legs. He was ready to pounce then fall flat on his face. He had done it a thousand times as a Matoran when his Speeder malfunctioned. He tried to convince himself that this was no different. “Three!” The two Toa jolted forwards, jumped into the air and let themselves skid to the ground. Immediately the room ignited in a flame of Rahkshi Powers. Lasers sizzled through the open chamber and struck the wall. More had obviously united with the original three Rahkshi and Zyglak Tribe. That was not good for the two Rookies. Orkahm stayed on the ground. He heard explosions and what he imagined to be rubble scattering across the Display Room, but there was something else. The Toa raised his Kanohi Matatu, amazed by the gentle warmth. He nearly laughed when he saw Light. A perfectly circular hole had been cut into the wall… and it was pulsing with energy. The Toa of Air frowned and squinted at the circular hole. Ripples of Electrical Energy surged across it, cutting across the diameter and making it vibrate. This was not a hole. This was some kind of portal, the kind of thing he imagined to be in place at a Ko-Matoran Science Convention. His eyes widened as a shape materialized in it. A dark figure burst through the Light and screamed. He was a Shadow Matoran wearing a Kanohi Tryna and sporting an unusually large pair of wings and claw. He immediately recognized the Shadow Matoran as Tollubo, a wanted criminal all over the Matoran Universe. On Stelt the wearing of a Tryna was considered illegal because of this particular Matoran’s actions. While all Immoral Kanohi were now banned in Metru-Nui, Orkahm doubted he’d see this Matoran behind bars any time soon. The Matoran stretched and winced, shaking the steam from his armor and beaming at the Rahkshi. “Oh it’s good to be home.” He chuckled dryly. “Oh, by the way, if you see a couple of Toa chase after me, tell them to book an appointment with my secretary, I’m very busy.” Orkahm frowned and turned back to the Portal. No shapes were materializing yet but Tollubo was taking advantage of the absence of ‘the Toa’ and made a break for the exit. The Rahkshi ignored him, sensing the mark of the Brotherhood on him, and returned their focus to the portal. They aimed their staffs at it and began firing beams of energy. The Rookie Toa’s first thought was to duck for cover and hide. He probably would have done that if he had already lost everything that made him a Toa. Reacting on instinct, he clenched his fist and activated his Air Powers. A chair; which probably would have been used by a security guard, was caught up in the wind and headed towards a Rahkshi of Density Control. Sensing the threat, the Black and Green Rahkshi activating its powers and made the ground beneath it intangible. The Rahkshi slipped down into the ground only to realize that its fellow Rahkshi had followed it. As the ground disappeared beneath their feet, the Rahkshi were literally absorbed into the concrete ground. Acting quickly, the Rahkshi of Density Control deactivated its powers and made the ground solid again: big mistake. The second the ground became solid again, the Rahkshi were torn in half. They had materialized in concrete, which meant their legs could not form and left them fused to the ground. They screamed and hissed before beginning to claw at the ground, unable to move themselves. Staffs clattered to the ground as the Creatures desperately battered away at the concrete. That only left the Zyglak. There was another flash of light and two more figures appeared. Orkahm raised an eyebrow when he noticed their height. They were just about the tallest Toa he had ever seen and were both clad in White and Gold Armor; indicating that they were both Toa of Light. The first one carried a strange three-bladed Lance and wore what looked like a Kanohi Huna. He was the sleeker of the two but was still twice as muscular as Orkahm. Feeling intimidated, the Toa of Air eyed the next figure. He wore a Kanohi Tryna; something he did not expect for a Toa let alone a Toa of Light, and carried a sturdy-looking Sword. He was stocky built and stood larger than the portal he had just emerged from. He also had a nasty-looking chunk of flesh missing from his chest. However painful it was, the Toa showed no sign of the pain Orkahm would have been if he were in the Toa’s position. The Toa of Air glanced at the portal again to see a parade of Matoran and Agori flood into the room. He opened his mouth to protest only to realize that the Rahkshi were all but out of action. Had he just crippled an entire platoon of Rahkshi? Orkahm hadn’t even meant to do anything, he just wanted to distract the Rahkshi by blowing trash, dust, and lose papers in their faces. He was still struggling to use his powers to move objects. This had to be one of the best Rookie moves he had ever seen! Orkahm smiled for a second, thinking of his accomplishment. His grin disappeared when he felt a cold shudder creep up his spine. Vhisola suddenly swore and rolled forwards, thrashing out an arm and yanking him after her. Standing behind the table – which they had backed up against again when the Portal opened – was the largest Zyglak Orkahm had ever seen. It growled in frustration as the table dissolved beneath its Protodermis-Eating infection to reveal its prey had escaped. That explained the cold shudder, but now the tables were turning… Quite literally. Toa Tollubo, Toa of Light, glanced at the sight in boredom. He could only guess that he was in some kind of museum. There were tables, glass displays, and two terrified Toa. He didn’t think much of the Rahkshi-extension to the floor either. When he realized they were real Rahkshi he cracked a smile. He liked seeing the Beasts being put in their place. Perhaps he should clean up before Agitarahk lumbered through the Portal and saw the scene. But something told him the Rahkshi wouldn’t mind... or at least it could be persuaded not to. Perhaps with his fists. Tollubo’s smirk disappeared the second he saw the Zyglak. It was a brute, complete with spiky armor, claws, daggers, and eyes that would make any sane Toa think twice before engaging in a battle. It had been a long time since a sane thought had entered Tollubo’s mind. The Toa’s smile grew as he turned toJollun, his fellow Toa of Light. “Do you want this one or shall I?” “Be my guest.” Smiled the Toa. “Just keep it clean for the Matoran.” “I’ll try.” Laughed Tollubo as he aimed his Sword at the Creature. The gash in his chest stung but he ignored it. He could honestly say he’d had worse. He tried to remind himself that as he blasted the Zyglak in Light. It hissed and screeched in a voice that sounded far too much like a Rahkshi’s for Tollubo’s liking. He grunted before raising his other hand and sending a thin beam of Light at the Zyglak’s thick head. The concentration of Light was a lot higher this time, effective resulting in a laser beam striking the Zyglak’s ugly face. The flash of light sparked, blinding the Creature instantaneously. The Zyglak screamed and thrashed its arms around its head, clawing at the flesh in an attempt to bring its sight back. Tollubo wondered whether or not he should put the monster out of its misery. It didn’t take him long to decide that a life without sight was better than death: That was the easy way out. Tollubo’s satisfaction was short lived. When he looked up he noticed roughly a dozen pairs of blood-red eyes staring back at him. He nudged Jollun and pointed. “Now it’s your turn.” He chuckled. Jollun smiled slyly before raising his Light-Prong. He aimed the weapon and focused a beam of Light. Tollubo watched as it flared into life, sending a burst of Light energy towards the pairs eyes. Before any of their observers could move, the beam of Light struck the wall, illuminating the dark half of the chamber long enough for them to see their viewers. The rest of the Zyglak Tribe. The Toa of Light had been right with his first count. There were in fact twelve Zyglak standing in the corner of the chamber. Twelve angry, disgruntled, and likely hungry Zyglak. Two Toa against twelve monsters was a figure that neither Toa liked. The Toa was about to throw his Sword aside and resort to whatever his Mask Power was when he saw a Kanohi Komau pop up from behind a table. He frowned and examined it. He wasn’t particularly surprised to find that it was attached to a head, but what surprised him was the fact it was a Toa of Water. Back when he had been in the Order of Mata Nui, he had discovered that his organization kept open tabs on every single active Toa – Which wasn’t hard considering the fact there were barely 30 remaining in his Universe. He had spent many a boring evening studying such Toa and, as much as it embarrassed him to think about it, he considered himself an expert on the females in particular… He had been bored. Needless to say, this Komau-Wearer did not match any description that he knew of. If he was in the Archives, in Metru-Nui, in an Alternate Universe, then it was highly probable that she was some sort of ‘Toa Metru’. He had heard of Toa by that title in the past of his Universe. Perhaps there was some difference in destiny in this Universe. Tollubo only took into account the fact that Jollun and himself were not the only Toa in the room when he saw the second new Toa. This one was a Toa of Air – Not a specimen he knew much about. He had a badly twisted leg, wore a Kanohi Matatu, and carried some weird Scaly-Swords. The Toa of Light suddenly understood the odds had slightly improved and that he had forgotten about their presence. Perhaps he would have discovered something else had the Zyglak not picked that moment to throw their swords. Tollubo swore before Jollun slammed into him, sending the two newly-formed Toa falling to the ground. Regardless of how gracefully they handed, neither of them had been impaled by the knives. Tollubo grunted as Jollun rolled off of him. The two Toa crawled across the floor as more daggers whipped through the Air. They both rolled aside to take cover behind a display case, which had been smashed open during the battle. Tollubo yelled for the Matoran and Agori to follow suit and take cover. They did as they were told and dived for the ground. Much to his annoyance, Lothorna stayed standing and brandished her blade. Her eyes blazed with rage as she attempted to perform a run-up then throw her sword. However, Glonor threw his arm out to grab her, causing the Ce-Matoran to trip and fall flat on her Kanohi Ruru. Tollubo winced and turned away, not wanting to see what the Warrior-Matoran would do to Glonor for embarrassing her like that. Instead he turned to find Betak crawl to his side then press her back against the display case. “I don’t think much of this Universe’s Welcoming service.” She muttered. “What are those things anyway?” “Zyglak.” Answered Tollubo as he raised his Mask above the display case. He lifted a hand to brush away the remains of an ancient stone display. “They’re what we call ‘Rahi’.” “Actually,” interrupted Jollun, “They’re not Rahi. Rahi tend to leave scraps when they attack.” “I know,” muttered the Toa of Light. “But I didn’t think there would be any this far North.” “Maybe that’s true in our Universe, but this is a completely different Reality.” Answered Jollun. “According to your Alternate-Buddy, Teridax never existed in this Universe. Who knows how that can affect the World.” “True,” nodded Tollubo. “But we’ve still got to stop about twelve of these things, and from what I hear Zyglak like killing Toa almost as much as they hate them.” “Well I guess they’re going to have to skip lunch today because I’m not on the menu.” Smiled Jollun as he clenched his fingers into fists. His hands started to hum as sparks of light began to converge around his knuckles. When two orbs of Light materialized from the sparks Jollun rose above the display case and crossed his fists over his chest. Tollubo’s first thought was that his friend had lost his sanity. No sane Toa would stand up, in front of a hail of knives, and provoke a Zyglak. The chances were that the creatures would take one look at him then make their goal in life to tear his head off. The Toa of Light could only let his jaw drop and marvel at his friend’s tactics. Jollun tore his arms from his torso and let them fly out above his head. Light blasted from his fingers at different angles. Light bounced off of the walls, striking the display cases with Lasers. The raw Light Energy rebounded off of the surface and struck more display cases. Jollun’s Kanohi Huna became darkened as his frown deepened through concentration. Making sure that the numerous lasers didn’t strike one of their allies was hard. Bending a speeding Laser Beam was harder still. Finally, after the Light Orbs had bounced across nearly every surface in the room, one of them struck a Zyglak in the chest. While the Light had been dense when it bounced off the glass it had suddenly become hard enough to knock the Zyglak to the ground and burn a hole in its armor. The creature screamed as the intensity of the ray seared away it is flesh. Tollubo watched in awe as more Lasers struck the other Zyglak. Armor was scarred, eyes were blinded, and flesh was burnt. A total of four Zyglak fell to the ground screaming and thrashing at themselves in hopes of easing the pain. Whatever number of wounded creatures remained quickly tucked their tails between their legs and limped off, back into the Shadows, dragging their fallen brethren with them. Silence hung in the chamber for a long moment as Jollun remained tense. After a short while, Tollubo laughed and began to clap his hands. The Toa rose to his feet then stepped forwards to pat his friend on the back – Partially because he deserved it, but mostly because nobody else was clapping with him. “This is the best way to see museums. It gets it over with so much quicker!” he chuckled. Jollun allowed Tollubo to pat his back only to brush his friend’s hand off and extend a fist. He cracked a friendly smile. Tollubo followed suit and clanked his best friend’s fist. It was hard to believe that he had once tried to kill Jollun when they first met. It was only then that Tollubo remembered he had once again forgotten about the other two Toa as they emerged from their hiding place stiffly, as if they both expected another knife to come flying through the air. When they were certain that was not the case, they turned to face Tollubo and Jollun. The Toa of Water spoke up first, the Toa of Air seemed too shy. “Right,” she sighed “Although that would be considered ‘Breaking-and-Entering’ in this city, I’ll overlook that and welcome you over here.” “And where exactly is ‘over here’ supposed to be?” pressed Tollubo as he stepped forwards. Both of them easily towered over the Toa of Water and Toa of Air. “Let me guess, different dimension?” she snorted. Tollubo was impressed. “Pretty much.” He muttered as he inspected the chamber. “And this would be… hopefully nothing important?” “Relax.” Sighed the Toa of Water. “It’s been wrecked for months. Nobody really cares to be underground during a bio-quake again.” “You should get a Toa of Earth around here then.” Shrugged Tollubo. “I hear they’re good with stopping those.” “Well, Toa aren’t exactly available by order anymore. As far as I know all of the Toa of Earth are dead now.” Tollubo raised an eyebrow then glanced at Jollun. He looked just as surprised. The two Toa of Light decided to stay professional and returned to the Toa of Water. “Exactly how many Toa are left in this Universe then?” asked Jollun. “That we know of? About… six.” Tollubo decided to throw being professional aside and let his jaw snap off of his Kanohi Tryna. “There are only six Toa left alive?” he spluttered. “Please tell us that we’re not included in those six.” gawped Jollun. The Toa of Water shrugged, as if it was something that she heard every day. “You have a lot to learn, but you could become a useful ally.” She paused before circling the two Toa of Light to inspect their armor, muscles, and weapons. When she had finished two complete circuits of the two massive Toa she nodded slowly then turned to the Toa of Air. “What do you think Orkahm? Do you think the High Council will be impressed with these two?” The Toa of Air nodded slowly before Tollubo realized that was his name. Orkahm shifted and gestured towards the Matoran. “Please forgive me, our Universes are obviously very weird-different, but your Agori friends may fall-run into some bad-trouble here.” “And why’s that?” snarled Tollubo as he stepped forwards to intimidate Orkahm. The shy Toa of Air backed off and raised his hands. “I’m just speak-saying, most of the Agori in this Universe were imprison-captured and mutated by the Brotherhood. We still managed to save-protect a few but a lot of Matoran are start-beginning to dislike them. I’m just warn-giving you a head’s up.” “Noted.” Growled the Toa of Light before relaxing. Orkahm was no threat, he was just trying to warn them and, frankly, Tollubo was beginning to grow bored with Agori-Hating Societies. An awkward silence hung before Jollun stepped forwards and broke it. “So what’s your name?” he asked the Toa of Water. Tollubo rolled his eyes and snorted before nudging his fellow Toa of Light in the chest. The Toa of Water ignored the gesture and kept her Komau void of emotion. She had obviously had some sort of military training to develop a face as neutral as that. “Toa Vhisola.” She stated. Tollubo half expected a salute but Vhisola knew they were all Rookie Toa. They all ranked about the same and he doubted she’d care to confirm that. “Well, my name’s Tollubo and this is – ” The Toa of Light was surprised to see Vhisola’s eyes widen in shock. He trailed off to see her glanced at Orkahm. He looked like he had just seen a Muaka Bull charge at him. The two Rookie Toa exchanged a quick glance then made their tackle. They rammed into Tollubo with a force that both winded him and sent the three of them crashing to the ground. Orkahm made a grab for his wrists while Vhisola ended up pinning him down. Before Tollubo could move the Toa of Water had fastened a chain around his wrists. When he continued to struggle she snarled and landed a punch right in the middle of the gash in his chest. The Toa of Light buckled and swore before he rolled onto his side, shielding his wound from further battering. “Toa Tollubo, you are under arrest for mass-murder.” She snarled. “You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used as evidence against you. Any resistance will be noted. Do you understand these rights?” She spoke clearly and she didn’t say any of it from a card. It seemed like Vhisola knew what those words meant when she said them and also that she had arrested people before. She seemed very much in control. Tollubo was about to change that. “Honey, if you wanted me on the ground like this all you had to do was ask.” chuckled Tollubo as he brushed Vhisola aside then rolled to his feet. “Now listen to me, you’ve got the wrong Toa… or Matoran in this case.” “Tollubo is quite a famous name over here.” Snarled Vhisola as she whipped out two Tridents. “There was a Tollubo who was charged with assassinating Turaga Jovan, a Tollubo who torched an entire Stelt Port, and a Tollubo who is suspected in the murder of Toa Tahu, Toa Varian, and the disappearance of Toa Watak.” “Like I said,” sneered the Toa of Light as he gritted his teeth and forced his arms apart, breaking the chain and freeing himself. “You’ve got the wrong guy. Plus, as a whole lot of dead Makuta can tell you, don’t make an enemy out of me.” Vhisola held her ground then glanced at Orkahm. He looked doubtful. “We should at least take him to the High Council first. That way we can just dump him and leave him as their problem.” Vhisola nodded slowly before putting her Tridents away. “Very well, we’ll take you to the Coliseum to meet the High Council. We’ll let them decide your fate. You can’t be too different from… yourself.” “Really? Another Coliseum? How clichéd.” Snorted Tollubo as he packed his Sword away. “All right then, lead on. I’ve always wanted to see Metru-Nui.” “You talk too much.” Grunted Vhisola. “Well duh! How else do you think I stay sane?” “I’m Jollun by the way.” Implored the Toa of Light. “Don’t suppose I’m in any trouble am I?” Again Vhisola and Orkahm’s eyes widened. “Quite the contrary.” Muttered Orkahm as he gestured towards the corridor, indicating they should move. “Half of Metru-Nui worships you.” “Well it’s about time.” Laughed Jollun as he nudged Tollubo. The two Toa of Light grinned before returning their attention to Vhisola and Orkahm. Tollubo was about to say something when several Matoran spilled into the chamber. There were about fifteen of them in total, about ten were Onu-Matoran while the rest were other types. They all carried harsh flash-lights which stung his eyes. He hadn’t stood sunlight in over two months. Walking in the street was going to hit him like a brick wall. From the newcomers, one of the younger Onu-Matoran – who wore a Kanohi Mahiki - rushed forwards to face Orkahm and Vhisola. He took one look at the dead Rahkshi then shuddered. “I guess we’re a little late then?” he shivered, unable to look Vhisola in the eye. “Memel! I gave you specific orders to evacuate. At no point did I tell you to form a rescue party!” she shouted. The Onu-Matoran flinched and took a step back. Tollubo half expected the Toa of Water to grab him by the audio-receptor and drag him off. He wasn’t far off. From what he had seen so far, Tollubo doubted he would be blamed for thinking that the Fractures Universe was somewhat strange. He had probably decided that the second he entered it to find a welcoming party of two scared-stiff Toa, a platoon of Rahkshi, and a tribe of Zyglak. Perhaps it was going to get better from now on. It had to. Now that he had left his own Universe he no longer had a place in it, none of them did. They couldn’t just go back, they were trapped. They were stuck here, in the midst of a war. There was no longer a place for any of them back in their own world. But Tollubo knew that he would only be endangering the Matoran and the Agori if they stayed here. Yet that didn’t change the fact that he had a duty to fulfill but it meant that they would have to face the danger. War was a terrible thing. All the Toa of Light wanted was for his friends to survive it. Even then he knew that didn’t seem likely.