Down to Earth

by Pandora Nuker

The ninja learn the hard way that the Serpentine, Skullkin & Garmadon aren't the only villains in Ninjago. And when their greatest enemy threatens to destroy them for his own selfish gains and release his own "Great Devourer" on the land, can the idealism of the Ninja save the day? Or will Ninjago finally be brought down to Earth as evil, political corruption, and cynicism prevail?

1. Prologue

Disclaimer: You know the routine. Copyrights to respective owners.

Also, I'm just writing this as an experiment (for my own purposes), so I'm not 100% familiar with Ninjago and its history. So don't judge me too harshly on accuracy because I'll probably make quite a few mistakes. Also would love concrit since I'm not going to get better otherwise.

Andrew Walker smiled at the clean, crisp executive desk that stood before him.

It had been only a few weeks ago when he took the podium of the Political Ninjago Convention, when he proudly accepted the nomination of the Political Party in his bid for the presidency. His "progressive" Government-Party opponent had earlier made a controversial statement regarding potential integration and cooperation with the Serpentine, a position that had costed him much support and his biggest financiers. Nobody was surprised when a vigilante assassinated the Government-Party candidate two weeks later, and by then the Government Party realized it was too late. Angry citizens of Ninjago streamed out on election day and Walker won by a historic landslide. He promised to take a hardline against the Serpentine, through any and all means necessary.

And now, he was President of Ninjago.

He slowly took a seat in the comfortable velvet chair, and gave it a spin. He could nearly feel the power permeating through him, but a small thought nagged at his mind. He wanted more power, but one thing was keeping him from it.

He could not control the ninja.

Technically, they were under his jurisdiction- but they were too powerful, and in reality they could probably do whatever they wanted. The fact that a few entities were out of his control bothered him greatly. He picked up the new, shiny pen, grabbed a piece of flawless letter-size stationery embossed with the seal of the presidency, and connected the two to form his first executive memo. A legislator's shoulder would be tapped and of course the bill would easily pass in a Political-party dominated legislature.

But of course, he had other things to occupy him in the meantime- his venture capitalist activities would greatly benefit from having the presidency. He immediately set on the pile of oil-drilling permits submitted by his company the Petro-Corporation-Association, and laughed wildly to himself as he stamped his approval onto all of them.