League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (story)

Prologue
A Makuta stormed down the hallway of his fortress. When he reached his door, he grasped the handle and threw it open with a crash. walking quickly over to the window, he looked out over the fields of Matoran below. Smoke was still rising from the farmlands, and he watched as a Toa of Water doused the flame.

He turned around and screamed in frustration. He raised his armored foot and slammed it into a table, sending the wooden creation across the room, where it cracked upon hitting the stone wall.

"Votumah." someone said. The Makuta whirled to face the speaker, drawing his weapon.

The speaker raised his hands. "Whoa, it's me, Krika. Calm down."

Votumah lowered his weapon, breathing heavily. "Krika. It's been a while. What brings you to my island?"

"Teridax has called a Convalescence. It's in a few days; he sent me down to inform you."

"You? Why not a messenger?"

"We heard that you had some.. problems. He thought that you would receive me better." He gestered at the table. "It appears he was right."

Votumah sighed. "What's the topic?"

"I don't know." Krika walked over to him. "What's the problem?" he pointed at the burning fields.

(TBC)