CHAPTER 1: PROLOGUE
27 Years after Ninjago: Masters of Spinjitzu
Under the starry night sky, a tall, brooding silhouette stands at the end of an alleyway holding nothing, but a particular suitcase. He stands still, awaiting something, or someone.
Down the other side of the alleyway a loud screeching noise is heard, as a small car comes to a sudden halt in front of the man. The door opens ever so slightly, and out steps a criminal, wearing battle-worn armor.
The man has hastily cut hair, and a hint of a sly smile. He pulls out a crystal from his back pocket and hands it to the man.
"This was our deal that I agreed to, can I get payed now?" the criminal asks boldly.
The tall man looks at the thug, and looks back at the crystal in utter disbelief. Trembling, he lets out only three words.
"Who are you?"
Without hesitation, the thug speaks, "The name is… Ronin."
The silhouette steps back for a second.
"You… you work with the Ninja?"
"Excuse me?"
"The Masters of Spinjitzu, there are legends that say you previously have aligned yourself with them."
Ronin pauses for a second. "Whoever these Ninja are, we all saw your master destroy them 5 years ago! I don't align myself anyone. I'm here for money, not establishing relationships with your league of darkness of whatever."
The man then pockets the crystal and gives the suitcase to Ronin. "Fair enough, here's your money."
"Wow..." Ronin looks in astonishment at the size of the suitcase. "Nice doing business, I'd be glad to help later."
He hops back in the car and proceeds to drive away.
The man looks on, his coat blowing in the wind, as he watches the small car race away down the road. He looks back as two guards in motorcycles drive up next to him.
"You know what to do." the man sneers.
The two bikers ride off down the same way that Ronin went. A few minutes later they return with the same suitcase of money, and drop it off at their master's feet. In the distance, you could see a burning car, lighting up the night sky. Ronin never made back to his home.
A biker pauses, looking at the man's face, "Lord Alchaban, we must leave before the law enforcement finds us."
Alchaban pulls out the crystal from his pocket. "Fair enough, we got what we came for. Master will be happy."
In a wisp of smoke Alchaban vanishes.
The new order, and the next generation, was about to begin.