Avak - Makes prison

Balta hopped down from the boulder and peered closer at Avak’s handiwork. “What’s that do?” he asked, pointing to an unfamiliar component. “And what’s that? How do those two pieces join together? Is that the only color that piece comes in? I think it would look better in a different shade of gray.”

The Matoran wasn’t quite sure just what happened next. One second, everything was normal, and the next he was inside a cell made of some sort of clear, metallic substance. He could see out, but when he tried to speak, no sound escaped his mouth.

“Matoran should be seen, and not heard,” Avak growled. “And even ‘seen’ is debatable.”

Without another word, he went back to his work, ignoring the muted cries of the Matoran.

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Island of Doom, Chapter 2