A white hot pain covered the matoran's outer layers like a fresh piece of meat dropped on vat of molten protodermis. Soon, his wrist lay claim to a wicket looking two-pronged stinger.
"Stab a robot, and it does whatever we say. Stab a playmate, and they writhe in blissful agony before their mushy stuff drips out of their metal shell."
"Ow."
Dr Fix It walks to Fe-Industeries.
"So what are we doing here? Who do we get to play with?"
Andtup wakes up. In a bag at his side, he finds various designs and plans, and a key. He looks them over, but is confused. On the outside, they appear to be mechanoid soldiers, like Vahki or Exo-Toa, but on the inside, there was a large empty area with an unmarked canister inside. That aside, the weaponry on these things was impressive. Railguns that seemed to be rotating on drums, energy shields, and smooth bore guns on the shoulders.
The matoran looks up to see where he is. He sees he is on the edge of Fe Metru overlooking nearby Ov metru beaches. Aleady he sees an abandoned truck sitting there with no markings. It's bed is covered and locked.
He hurries down and inserts the key from the bag into the lock. Sure enough, it opens. He gazes inside, and sees a wide variety of the more unique parts from the designs.