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It was Hakann who made the first potentially useful discovery in a back section of the armory.  He emerged carrying a wicked-looking spear.
    "What do you think?" he asked Vezok.  "The Brotherhood isn't big on close comabt, so this must do something else.  How do you think it works?"
    "Try pointing it at someone else while you figure it out, okay?
    "What's the matter" Hakann said smiling.  "Afraid I'll get rid of you so there's one less to share the loot with?  Actually, come to think of it, that's not a bad--"
    A bolt of energy shot from the point of the spear, striking Vezok.  Startled, Hakann dropped the weapon.  Vezok screamed.  His body felt like it was being torn in two, reassembled and ripped apart again.  He fell to the floor in agony.  The other Piraka stood and watched, not sure what to do or whether they wanted to be bothered to help.
    In the time it takes a heartlight to flash once, it was over.  Vezok lay on the ground, groaning.  And beside him, another being was rising to its feet.  He had not been there a second ago, but now he stood and looked down at Vezok with contempt.

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Vezok's eyes flared to life.  Thok met them and saw immediately that his fellow Piraka had changed.  Gone was the cold intelligence that had kept Vezok alive all these years, replaced by white-hot anger.

~Greg Farshtey, Bionicle Legends #4, Legacy of Evil, pg 104 - 105 & 106