Okay, here it is! New and improved!

DISCLAIMER: NINJAGO: MASTERS OF SPINJITZU BELONGS TO LEGO AND OTHER VARIOUS CREATORS. I ONLY OWN MY OC, ARYAN BROOKESTONE.

Aryan's POV

I awoke to the loud sound of an alarm blaring through my apartment. I groaned and rubbed my eyes before finally pulling myself out of bed, slapping the large red button that stopped the alarm as I headed over to the monitor. I yawned and stretched as I addressed my computer. "What the hell is it M.A.X.?" I asked, trying to shield my eyes from the bright light that was coming from the monitor. M.A.X., which stands for Maximum Accelerated Xeno-detector, was the self aware computer system that I installed and built. His job was to track down baddies and tell me when there's trouble, so I can be the first on the scene.

"Evil doesn't sleep, Aryan. It's best you try to remember that next time you decide to become a superhero." M.A.X. said, with a little bit of sarcasm slipping into his robotic voice.

"Yeah, yeah. I know. I'm just tired. You know I don't wake up until at least 6:45." With the mention of the time, I quickly glanced at the upper right corner of the screen, it was 3:12 in the morning.

"Well, you better wake up fast," M.A.X. said as he pulled up a video feed from a traffic cam, "fifteen Borg-Bots have been detected downtown." I leaned forward and inspected the video feed.

"That's odd," I said without looking up, "there doesn't look to be a Bot-Queen with them."

"I thought so too," said M.A.X. as he brought out the glass case that contained my black and blue suit. I quickly pulled while M.A.X. ran searches for the queen. "I see no trace of her, but just in case, I made you this." As M.A.X. spoke, a flat, rounded silver bracelet began to come out of the area on which his monitor was sitting. "Simply take out my main chip, place it into the COMM and you will have me anywhere you go." He said, his robotic voice filling with pride. I gently picked up the device as the monitor screen went black and a chip slowly slid out of the side. I picked it up and inserted it into the bracelet and watched it come to life.

"Thanks," I said to my wrist, "but it really doesn't match my outfit." I heard a small robotic sigh emerge from my wrist as I slipped my partial glove over it. As I ran out the door, I got a glimpse of the calender I kept hanging in the kitchen. As my eyes quickly flew over the writing on today's date, I sighed. "Oh yeah," I mumbled to no one in particular, "Happy 16th Birthday to me."

When I arrived at scene, the Bots had already destroyed half of the square, I quickly moved into the fighting stance that I had adapted so well. "Hey Bugs!" I shouted as fifteen pairs of glowing, round eyes shifted towards me. "What! Did you forget your queen today or something?"

"No," said a raspy voice as something hard impacted with my back and sent me flying into a nearby building, "this time, they brought their king." I rubbed the back of my aching head and stood up as eight pairs of robotic legs worked their way towards me. I slowly followed the gleaming pillars of silver metal as I reached the cockpit of the machine. I smiled as I fell back into my stance.

"What a pleasant surprise, Cy-Man. I was hoping to kick some human ass today." I said with a small smirk. I looked up at the short, balding man as his face began to turn red with anger.

"CY-BOTS!" He shouted, all the green eyes turned toward him. "GET THAT INCOMPITANT LITTLE BITCH!" All eyes turned toward me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"That's more like it." I jumped back behind a torn up piece of asphalt as a storm of bullets began to rain down. I stayed behind my makeshift shield and waited as the Bots began to get closer until they were almost on top of me. The hail of bullets stopped as the lead bot reached out and pulled up my shield. "Go time." I said as my fist charged up with energy as I swung my body around and fired. The lead bot, as well as the asphalt slab, exploded and I put up an energy field to protect myself from the falling wreckage. The other bots began to retreat as the fire started up again, and I shifted the shield from above me to in front of me. I took shots from behind my shield and watched in triumph as one after one, ten more bots exploded until there were only four left.

The other Bots glanced at their fallen teammates and raised their arms to fire again, but were met with the sound of empty chambers. I lowered my shield, I had them beat. Soon, I would be back at home in my nice, warm bed and...

"ARYAN! LOOK OUT!" M.A.X. screamed from my wrist. I looked back over at the Bots just in time to see them reloading their chambers with rubble. The first one took a shot, and the pain exploded in my shoulder as I quickly pulled back up my shield. I bent down and examined my shoulder, there was a rusty nail embedded deep into the flesh.

"Damn it." I said quietly. I looked back up, the anger flashing in my eyes as I shot and took out the last four. I put down my shield and stood up shakily, gripping my shoulder as I looked over the smoking remains of the small army. I glanced quickly around, "Wait a minute, where's..."

Just then, I heard a loud noise as I began to be pulled backwards. Pieces of everything began to pull backwards and disappear from sight. I quickly reached out as I grabbed a pipe with my one good arm. I turned my head and stared at the large, purple colored portal that had opened behind me. I quickly tried to pull myself up, but it was no use, I didn't have the strength. I looked back in front of me as a large, looming figure came out of the smoke.

"Oh Legion," said Cy-Man with an evil laugh, "if only you had been paying attention to me instead of my diversion. The Bots bought me just enough time to sneak away and claim all the parts I needed for this wonderful machine." He said as he patted the small box that was emitting streams of purple toward the direction of the portal. "Now," he said as he made a large tentacle reach out and press on my good hand, " I can finally send you somewhere where you won't cause any trouble." On that note, he dug the sharp tentacle into my hand and I cried out in pain, pulling it away. By the time I realized what I had done, I was already being engulfed by bright, swirling purple energy.

I fell through the portal for what seemed like ages until it finally deposited me in the middle of a desert. I let out a loud gasp as I landed on my bad shoulder, trying to ignore the pain. I slowly pushed myself up and glanced at the large, full moon. I pulled my newly injured hand up to the light and grimaced at the sight of the stream of blood that was pouring out of it. My eyes followed the stream down to my wrist and I sighed, the bracelet M.A.X. had made me was gone. I sighed, looking back up at the moon. Just then, I felt the familiar prickle along the back of my neck as something hard and sharp collided with my back.

I swung around quickly. "God dammit!" I shouted, closing my eyes and walking through the pain. "What the hell is it with people today and throwing sharp objects at m..." My face collided with something hard and I fell on my butt. I stood back up immediately and opened my eyes, I was ready for a fight, regardless of my condition. I didn't let my surprise show as I slowly backed away from the tall, dark clothed figure. Not breaking eye contact with me, he stuck his hand up in the air to retrieve the bloody, silver star thing that had obviously ricochet off my back. I spun my head around to get a look at the three other figures surrounding me, one with a sword, one was swinging nun-chucks above his head, and one had a curved blade looking thing at the end of a staff.

Great, just what I needed right now. The one to my right with the curved blade staff stepped forward slightly. He was muscular and he stood tall, not as tall as the one with the stars, but in a metaphorical way. He was obviously the leader.

"Oleald insto morath?" I gave him a funny look.

"Uh, what?" The one with the sword leaned over to the one with the nun-chucks.

"Picnca aroj yboiveth." He whispered to him. I tried really hard not to stare, but whatever language they were speaking, I had never heard before. I saw a slight movement out of the corner of my eye and turned to the tall one as he slowly moved toward me. Though he was like a foot taller than I was, I refused to cower. I flinched slightly as his cold hand went over to my wounded shoulder. He then glanced quickly down at the leader and spoke.

"Picnca wue owar."

"Wazi, daya-Enaz." Snapped the leader. The tall one held up his hand, as if to silence him. Then without warning, he reached down, grabbed the head of the nail, and ripped it out of my shoulder. With that one action, I smashed my elbow up into the bottom of his jaw. He fell back and the other three began to close in on me. I was wounded and in pain, so I was defeated easily. As the one with the sword held my hands back, sending increasing pain up my shoulder, he brought me over to the leader. He leaned down to my height, "Oleald insto morath," he said, repeating his earlier question. I gritted my teeth.

"Go to hell." I whispered and with a burst of confidence, spit in his face. He pulled back away from me and wiped the gooey blob off his face. He then looked at the one on my left.

"daya- Yaj!" He shouted. The one on my left stepped forward and slammed his elbow into the base of my neck. As I began to slump forward, I saw the leader gesture to the tall one.

"Ncei morath aeri pumat tal rosalat, morath mayorasa qiame." The one with the sword preceded to drop me and I felt someone's hands wrap around my body as I began to lose consciousness. Then he whispered, just quietly enough for me to hear.

"Tuawa."

And for some odd reason, I knew it was an apology.