Back when Takanuva was Takua, a Matoran in the village of Ta-Koro, he had once found himself walking through a stretch of jungle, being stalked by a monstrous Nui-Jaga scorpion. Whenever he moved, the scorpion moved; if he stopped, it stopped. If he turned to face it, it would kill him, but if he led it back to the village, it might harm others before it was driven off. He was finally saved by a sudden inspiration: he changed direction and led the Nui-Jaga straight toward a Muaka-cat cave. Angered at the [bad word] of its territory by the other Rahi beast, the Muaka attacked the Nui-Jaga, and Takua escaped. 

Which just goes to show, thought Takanuva, nowadays there's never a Muaka around when you need one. Here he was, [bad word] across the barren plains of Karzahni in this weird alternate universe. Behind him were two Toa, Bomonga and Kualus, both of whom served the oppressive dictatorship of the Toa Empire. Between them was Jaller, a Matoran, who in Takanuva's world, was the Toa of Light's best friend. In this universe, he was a servant of the Empire, transporting the Mask of Time back to [bad word] Nui. That wasn't the worst of it, though: Takanuva needed to find [bad word] and the Mask of Dimensional Gates if he was ever going to make it back to his own universe. And Bomonga had just announced that [bad word] was dead, killed by him, all of which left Takanuva exactly nowhere. 

"Ah, [bad word] " said Bomonga, "He fought well, but when he turned to fight Gaaki and Pouks, I hit him from behind and that finished him." 

"Not very... fair," muttered Takanuva. 

"Fair?" asked Bomonga, "He was an enemy of the Empire, he tried to prevent our lawful exploration of Voya Nui. Who cares how he died, as long as he's dead." 

"Our friend, Takanuva, seems to be carrying a conscience," said Toa Kualus. "That is a heavy burden in a place like this. You would be amazed how many poor, dead beings I see on the side of the path who just couldn't go one more step with that load on their backs." 

"Spare me the philosophy," snapped Takanuva, "What about [bad word] s weapons and his mask? What happened to them?" 

"You should know," said Bomonga, "If you really served Toa Tuyet as you claim, any treasure like that gets brought to the Coliseum on [bad word] Nui for safe-keeping." 

"Right, naturally," said Takanuva. 

This was going to be a problem: how was he going to get into what happened to be the most heavily guarded spot in [bad word] Nui to get that mask? 

"You know, you remind me a little of someone," said Bomonga, "Toa of Water, one of Lhikan's old team. What was her name? Toa Naho, that was it. She came along on one of our missions to Odina to clean out that nest of Stone Rats. Offered to go after The Shadowed One herself, take all the risks. Turned out she was helping that creep escape. He got away, she didn't. Tuyet turned her over to her friend Roodaka and, well, she wound up an interesting exhibit in the Archives." 

Takanuva knew he should keep quiet, but he couldn't. 

"Do you think this is what Tuyet really wanted? Toa betraying other Toa, Matoran living in fear of their heroes. Toa were supposed to be respected, and looked up to!" 

"But we are," said Kualus, "Everyone respects what they fear, and they can't help but look up to us when we always look down on them." 

Takanuva heard a stirring behind him. He could guess what it was: Bomonga and/or Kualus getting ready to blast him from behind. While there was no choice, he would have to try and take them both out and get the mask from Jaller. It would take a lot of luck, probably more than he could hope for, but... Then he heard other sounds; [bad word] of wind, startled cries from the two Toa which receded in the distance and the sound of a cart crashing...