Hanna arrives behind a few others. She places a hand near her temple, possibly to a communicator device.
"FiBER, do you have a reading on the situation?"
The AI she had installed, formerly a fellow Nindroid and dear friend of hers, replied bluntly. "Explosions, probably a few dead Nindroids, and a couple of guys in front of us, why?"
"You're a lot of help, FiBER," Hanna replied in a flat voice. "Is Borg still in there?"
"From my calculations, he left several years ago. The only one running the place was a sentient AI known as 'Corvus.' According to my findings, he has quite the relationship with my sister, so I wouldn't trust him."
"Oh. Well, if Mr. Borg is still out there, I wish him the best. How many Nindroids are left?"
"Several, but not all of them seem to mean harm."
"I'm going in," Hanna said, turning on her communication device. "Jeck, Amos, I'mIat the ruins of Borg Tower. Would it be alright if I checked out the damage?"
I'm naming some miscellaneous other Nindroid Sam. He's not a special character I intend to use again; I just needed some simple backdrop, irrelevant Nindroid for this. Deal with it.
*stands up straight long row of other Nindroids* Paul: This is boring. Sam: Doesn't matter. We have to be ready for when the commander announces attack at any time. Paul: My feet are tired. Sam: You can't have tired feet. You're a Nindroid. Paul: Oh, yeah. Sam: The least you could do is take off that ridiculous penguin hat. Nobody's gonna be afraid of you in that. Paul: No! I refuse! I must pay tribute to the Earth's greatest creatures! Also, it's snazzy. Sam: It's an attack! You can't go around- Paul: *hisses* It's my precious! You can't have it! I'll wear it 'till I'm dead! Sam: You can't die. You're a Nindroid. Paul: Oh, yeah.
Paul: *hisses* It's my precious! You can't have it! I'll wear it 'till I'm dead! Sam: You can't die. You're a Nindroid. Paul: Oh, yeah.
*looks around, trying to get an idea on where I am, why I’m on life support, and- strangely -why I wasn’t smashed. I can’t remember what I was doing last, but I distinctly remember feeling helpless, without hope, but I was unsure why. I recognized the voice of Willow, but who was the other one?*
(Thinks) If only I could ask. Can someone get this mask off me so I can speak!?
*suddenly, an urgent question formed in my mind, one I needed answered, although I didn’t know what it meant. Everything I thought was foggy. Still...*
*looks around, trying to get an idea on where I am, why I’m on life support, and- strangely -why I wasn’t smashed. I can’t remember what I was doing last, but I distinctly remember feeling helpless, without hope, but I was unsure why. I recognized the voice of Willow, but who was the other one?*
(Thinks) If only I could ask. Can someone get this mask off me so I can speak!?
*suddenly, an urgent question formed in my mind, one I needed answered, although I didn’t know what it meant. Everything I thought was foggy. Still...*
*looks around, trying to get an idea on where I am, why I’m on life support, and- strangely -why I wasn’t smashed. I can’t remember what I was doing last, but I distinctly remember feeling helpless, without hope, but I was unsure why. I recognized the voice of Willow, but who was the other one?*
(Thinks) If only I could ask. Can someone get this mask off me so I can speak!?
*suddenly, an urgent question formed in my mind, one I needed answered, although I didn’t know what it meant. Everything I thought was foggy. Still...*
“Woah, now. Calm down, your mental stability is already rocky enough and we don’t need you smashing. Those Dream Droids did a number on your mind.”
You try to calm yourself down.
The buzzer stops.
“There we go.”
The mask comes off of your face and falls to the side.
“Is there something you like to say, Mr. Mason?”
*unfiltered air rushing through my nose, I slightly gagged before answering*
A..*cough*..few things, actually. Who are you, where am I, why am I here, what happened, why can’t I move, and what are Dream Droids would be a start.
“I am Benjamin Woodsworth, a trainee of sorts in the medical field.”
“He’s pretty good at it too.”
Benjamin chuckles, “Decent enough to get a job here. Anyways, you are at the moment below Ninjago city, in the Medical Wing of Program: E. You are here recovering from comatose after you where taken prisoner by General Gl-AD1US.” You should also be able to fully move in a minute.”
“Dream Droids a Nindroid with the capability of playing with their target's mind through various high pitched sounds. The sounds will make the victim, see the Droids as an animal of some kind. The bots often work with a knockout chemical, to make their targets lethargic. If their victims resist the chemical, they will trick the person with a series of mind games. If the droids are successful with the Knockout, the target will enter comatose; not aware of anything happening in the world around them. The targets are usually out knockout for a day or so, you, however, are a special case.”
(Fun fact: Gladius is the Latin word for sword or death. )
*unfiltered air rushing through my nose, I slightly gagged before answering*
A..*cough*..few things, actually. Who are you, where am I, why am I here, what happened, why can’t I move, and what are Dream Droids would be a start.
“I am Benjamin Woodsworth, a trainee of sorts in the medical field.”
“He’s pretty good at it too.”
Benjamin chuckles, “Decent enough to get a job here. Anyways, you are at the moment below Ninjago city, in the Medical Wing of Program: E. You are here recovering from comatose after you where taken prisoner by General Gl-AD1US.” You should also be able to fully move in a minute.”
“Dream Droids a Nindroid with the capability of playing with their target's mind through various high pitched sounds. The sounds will make the victim, see the Droids as an animal of some kind. The bots often work with a knockout chemical, to make their targets lethargic. If their victims resist the chemical, they will trick the person with a series of mind games. If the droids are successful with the Knockout, the target will enter comatose; not aware of anything happening in the world around them. The targets are usually out knockout for a day or so, you, however, are a special case.”
(Fun fact: Gladius is the Latin word for sword or death. )
Well, that’s a lot to take in. Uh, nice to meet you. Special? What do you mean by that? Who’s General G1-AD1US? Did I-
*I suddenly remember feeling scared, as if I was being attacked*...I keep getting these, emotions, like I recently felt them but don’t remember why.
*I suddenly register that Willow was in the room* Willow! You-you’re here! What happened to you?
*attempts to get up, but still can’t fully support myself, and end up having to lean on the bed* You were missing, everyone was worried about you and...and...that’s the last thing I fully remember...
“I am Benjamin Woodsworth, a trainee of sorts in the medical field.”
“He’s pretty good at it too.”
Benjamin chuckles, “Decent enough to get a job here. Anyways, you are at the moment below Ninjago city, in the Medical Wing of Program: E. You are here recovering from comatose after you where taken prisoner by General Gl-AD1US.” You should also be able to fully move in a minute.”
“Dream Droids a Nindroid with the capability of playing with their target's mind through various high pitched sounds. The sounds will make the victim, see the Droids as an animal of some kind. The bots often work with a knockout chemical, to make their targets lethargic. If their victims resist the chemical, they will trick the person with a series of mind games. If the droids are successful with the Knockout, the target will enter comatose; not aware of anything happening in the world around them. The targets are usually out knockout for a day or so, you, however, are a special case.”
(Fun fact: Gladius is the Latin word for sword or death. )
Well, that’s a lot to take in. Uh, nice to meet you. Special? What do you mean by that? Who’s General G1-AD1US? Did I-
*I suddenly remember feeling scared, as if I was being attacked*...I keep getting these, emotions, like I recently felt them but don’t remember why.
*I suddenly register that Willow was in the room* Willow! You-you’re here! What happened to you?
*attempts to get up, but still can’t fully support myself, and end up having to lean on the bed* You were missing, everyone was worried about you and...and...that’s the last thing I fully remember...
“Sorry, I have a habit of Info-dumping.”
“I mean that you were out for longer then you should have been. I guess that you had some sort of severe emotional distress before you blacked-out. That could also explain why you are having emotional rebounds at the moment. Who is Willow?”
Benjamin turns to Crimson with a questioning look on his face.
“Uh, that would be me.”
“But your name is Crimson, right?” He seems a bit shocked.
“Yes, and no. Well, it depends on how ya look at it. My middle name is Crimson. ”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“To answers your question Jeck, I was also knocked out. And I’m now also a prisoner…” She sighs while looking at the bandages on her wrists.
“We’ll need to get out of here soon. I fear time will run out…”
{JAMMERS! -Mock- ONLY!} At the moment, two of the Elemental Masters have been captured by General G1-AD1US; Jeck Mason (master of ice) and Willow Redleaf (master of nature). The primary goal for the Nindroids is to apprehend the Elemental Masters and extract information from them. Willow (Often referred to as Crimson or Spy) in particular has the knowledge they’re looking for. In this era of Ninjago, Borg Industries has a new owner who has renamed the company “The Jupiter Project” or “Jupiter” for short. Willow, Jeck, and Benjamin are below Borg Tower in a division called “Program: Elementum” or “Program: E.” (Fun Fact: Elementum is the Latin word for Element, Rudiment, and Beginning. )
Watch out for it is very likely that Jeck and Willow will to try and escape soon. The odds for them to break out will be lower, due to injuries, and lack of weapons. I’ll be sure to tag you when they put their plan into action. Nothing I do will be impossible to defeat, capture, or solve. But in saying that, it is also possible to fail. Sorry for the long post. If you have any more questions feel free to ask.
Well, that’s a lot to take in. Uh, nice to meet you. Special? What do you mean by that? Who’s General G1-AD1US? Did I-
*I suddenly remember feeling scared, as if I was being attacked*...I keep getting these, emotions, like I recently felt them but don’t remember why.
*I suddenly register that Willow was in the room* Willow! You-you’re here! What happened to you?
*attempts to get up, but still can’t fully support myself, and end up having to lean on the bed* You were missing, everyone was worried about you and...and...that’s the last thing I fully remember...
“Sorry, I have a habit of Info-dumping.”
“I mean that you were out for longer then you should have been. I guess that you had some sort of severe emotional distress before you blacked-out. That could also explain why you are having emotional rebounds at the moment. Who is Willow?”
Benjamin turns to Crimson with a questioning look on his face.
“Uh, that would be me.”
“But your name is Crimson, right?” He seems a bit shocked.
“Yes, and no. Well, it depends on how ya look at it. My middle name is Crimson. ”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“To answers your question Jeck, I was also knocked out. And I’m now also a prisoner…” She sighs while looking at the bandages on her wrists.
“We’ll need to get out of here soon. I fear time will run out…”
She looks at you.
“…For all of the Elemental Masters”
Well...*weakly but confidently stands up on my own, despite the pain*
How soon can we leave? *looks around, looking for anything that could be called a weapon*
*memories are slowly returning, but at a snail’s pace*
“I mean that you were out for longer then you should have been. I guess that you had some sort of severe emotional distress before you blacked-out. That could also explain why you are having emotional rebounds at the moment. Who is Willow?”
Benjamin turns to Crimson with a questioning look on his face.
“Uh, that would be me.”
“But your name is Crimson, right?” He seems a bit shocked.
“Yes, and no. Well, it depends on how ya look at it. My middle name is Crimson. ”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“To answers your question Jeck, I was also knocked out. And I’m now also a prisoner…” She sighs while looking at the bandages on her wrists.
“We’ll need to get out of here soon. I fear time will run out…”
She looks at you.
“…For all of the Elemental Masters”
Well...*weakly but confidently stands up on my own, despite the pain*
How soon can we leave? *looks around, looking for anything that could be called a weapon*
*memories are slowly returning, but at a snail’s pace*