It was the night after the Toa Metru’s victory over Sidorak, Roodaka and the Visorak Horde. Vakama had sent Matau and Whenua to Le-Metru and Onu-Metru to gather six cargo ships to carry the Matoran from Metru Nui to Mata Nui. He had also sent Nuju, Nokama, and Onewa, along with Keetongu to clean up the mess made by their battle in the Coliseum and the Rahaga to locate food. He himself had set to work on setting up a camp just outside the Coliseum walls. After the battle and their transformation from Hordika to Toa they had basically collapsed in exhaustion, though with Whenua curling up uncomfortably close to Vakama.
As Vakama started setting up the final tent his mind began to replay that scene again: the Toa had just been returned to their normal forms and were profusely thanking Keetongu for his action. Afterwards Matau made a note of the fact that it was extraordinarily ‘late-nite’ and that he was ‘dead-tired’. The other Toa gave various grunts or groa