A large beast makes a landing on Zakaz, and walks inside Kratark's old outpost.

The mind it carried would boast otherwise, but it was very tired.

Very broken.

Very scarred.

It walked down, into a layout painfully reminiscent of the Queue of Em. An ebon door laced with violet gems slid open to reveal the living quarters of Makuta Kratark, the flayer of the Southern Chains. The nightmare of the Barraki.

There was a central living space that held not a throne, but a sofa. An ironic thing for such a solitary and lonely being to have, but that is what he sat on nonetheless. It was hewn from black rock and laced with obsidian in places. Curiously, it was cushioned, a trait uncommon for seating in the Matoran Universe. Nonetheless, the Makuta of Zakaz possessed other amenities besides just seating arrangements. Emarcee was gracious enough to provide an entire room for the pet Rahi Waffles to lie down in, and possessed such amusing qualities as a rug, and a large, purple ball of yarn to actually be played with.

In the west wing of the outpost, was a mostly empty room. Empty except for a console on the far side of the room, and a big, purple button on one of the walls.

Clicking the purple button would produce a perfect replica of Kratark's armor from before his encounter with Emarcee. Even the Mantax skull and uniquely shaped Kanohi would be perfectly replicated.

Interacting with the console would allow one to program a new armor design for Kratark at any given time. It would also allow Kratark to specify any repairs his current armor may need, and mechanical arms from the walls and ceiling would come out to fix the damage accordingly.


Last but not least, a hangar bay for Kratark's personal ship, because teleporting everywhere can get kind of boring.

At any rate, the big purple button was pressed.

Kratark, determined to do something productive, returned to Zakaz to actually take up the responsibility of running the place. With a single fragmentation blast, the flag atop his outpost was obliterated, scraps of fabric flying in the wind as proof of the deed. He had decided to check on how Vazrudakann's fortress was doing... except it wasn't there. In its place, a hulking Makuta had been sitting there, unsure of what it was supposed to be doing, let alone why or how it was there.


Kratark gave one look at 'Tahtorak', and scowled hatefully.

"YOU IDIOT!!!!"

Tahtorak, sensing Kratark was not one to be messed with, promptly ran away.

The plantlife is completely neglected afterward.

...Without any Rahi or Skakdi living on the island to sustain said ecosystem

If you plan on plopping some Rahi on here they will likely go extinct if Waffles ever decides to go outside for a leisurely circling of the island, or indeed, if Kratark so much as lets him out for a walk and decides to play fetch with the beast.

Deep within the vault, in northern Zakaz, Thaqiba stands from his blackstone throne, energy coursing through his veins.. Whatever his witch of a sister did, it was working. Life began to flow once more through the dormant titan.

A sharp boom, an explosion, a crater is left in northern Zakaz.

A tremendous uppercut is delivered to Timoria as soon as she says how irksome Toa are, the force behind the motion bringing Metru a few meters off of the ground.  On his way back down he intertwines his fists, bringing them down on Landrinia’s Head with earth shattering force.  
Somewhere on another island, a Matoran feels a rumble beneath its feet.