Tower Artillery Base

"Anterdermis infused Olmak. You wouldn't have a spare suit of armor laying about would you?"

The Olmak magnetizes to the face and it shifts into a form a little smaller than a toa. 

"Thank you."

"A makuta of light who has recently fallen from grace. You?"

"If I may be so bold as to ask your masters?"

"Hmm, and your goals?"

"We have Zombie Pods now? Heh."

"Just someone who is embarrassingly bad at fighting. Got beat, got left for scrap.

"Hunt down a couple old friends."

"I suppose it's the least I can do for you getting out of my predicament."

The anterdermis leaves the Olmak and goes into the bot. Garadur then takes the mask off and hands it to the drone.