Greg Farshtey

Unity! Duty! And destiny!

I have checked our teleportation technology," Tridax said. "There was no sign of sabotage. You are a liar.""Well, no one ever said Makuta were observant," said Vezon, "How could you be so sure? Suppose I sabotaged it myself using my incredible powers of the mind.""You have no powers," said the Makuta, picking up a wickedly sharp blade. "You have no mind. You are about to have no head.

And you still haven't answered any of my one-hundred ten questions, or my follow ups.

Right. I can tell from the bat wings and the leeches that you three are just all happy-smiles and rainbows.

Who are you and why are you here?''I'm here to kill you.''Oh. I knew there was something about you I liked.

Vezon, frankly, was disappointed. Sure, he had tried to steal the Mask of Life, and, yes, he had tried to kill the Toa Inika once, well, twice. And, okay, he had made an effort to trade their lives to the Zyglak in exchanged for his, but it's not like that had worked. And he had volunteered, well, been forced, well, actually been threatened with bodily harm if he didn't help, but he did aid in the rescue of Makuta Miserix. And what was his reward? A cold cell, an uncaring guard, and nothing nearby he could use to kill the Piraka. Was that justice?