Gurunu: The Ni-Kuevan city behind me was supposedly built over an ancient burial ground. Speak to me, ancient burial ground. Whom do you house? What secrets do you hide?
Gurunu: What lies beneath your sands? What story do your dead have to tell us?
Minokshii: You won't know now, you rotten Toa!
Gurunu: Don't even try it, Minokshii. I know Majokshii is not with you.
Minokshii: ...
Gurunu: Why don't you sit down? Inquiries fill my mind. They are boats in an endless sea in need of a port. Perhaps you can be the port I am looking for.
Minokshii: ....
Gurunu: Now tell me, little one, what do you know of the burial ground under that city?
Minokshii: .... I should be attacking you...
Gurunu: And that would invite death quickly and painfully, so best leave that door shut, yes?
Minokshii: ... That site, the one those ignorant Ni-Matoran so callously leveled, belonged to my kind.
Gurunu: Alas, you leave me an abundance of inquiries in need of an answer. Tell me of your kind, little one. My ears long for such a tale.
Minokshii: ...Gurunu, it's a terrible memory, why must you do this to me... My kind were called the Balsik. We were cousins of the Raakshi, far weaker, but far smarter. We lived in a highly developped era on Kueva-Nui, in peace and prosperity. We lived for engineering and scientific development. It united us, provided us with a goal in life. We could establish contact with other worlds, travel to them instantly, trade scientific discoveries with them. It was truly a good time, except for me. I was considered lower than the others because I had trouble grasping their scientific concepts, moreso than most. I proved my worth when Mukraatan invaded, for I engineered an army, giant robotic versions of the Balsik. Each Balsik got one, and I was suddenly a scientific genius in their time of trouble. Pssh, what crockery, them all, but it was still a better time.
Gurunu: What happened?
Minokshii: We lost, badly. I survived as a POW, the last of the Balsik, hired out by Mukraatan to work for him and his loud-mouthed kiss-up, Sidi-Koro. I was able to hold on to my robotic soldier, and I reprogrammed him to have complete and utter loyalty to me. He is also a very good friend, with insight I never anticipated, though mentally he is a bit dim. I overlook that though. To show my loyalty to Mukraatan, I let myself become known as "Minokshii", which means "little Raakshi". That was what the grunts called me, so it stuck. In light of that, I named my robot, "Majokshii", meaning "Large Raakshii". I've been with Mukraatan ever.... I've said enough. Farewell, Gurunu.
And with that, Minokshii vanished.
Gurunu: Such a sad lament, little Minokshii... Forced against your will to work for evil, your only hope for survival. Yet still questions remain unanswered. Mukraatan invaded? I must research this!
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