Dust everywhere. It seemed like no one had been there in years. That couldn't be right, could it? It certainly hadn't had much upkeep. I placed a small box of my belongings on a table as a walked the room.
The Samurai X cave had been out of active use for quite some time. Mainly because Samurai X herself had long retired. She had discovered a greater way to contribute to the team. She had found power within her, and yet forgotten the power that she had built with her own two hands. In a way I took slight offense, knowing that she clearly preferred organic solutions rather than technological ones, but maybe it was best not to overanalyze.
Light shined into the cave only artificially, which I suppose made sense, and was the logical way to stay hidden, but it was a surprising design choice for Nya. For someone who built her own freedom, I doubt she would have felt comfortable locking herself up in a cave. It didn't bother me of course, I was used to it by now. I had lived in enclosed spaces my whole life. I had no need for sunlight or air of any quality.
It felt natural for me to be there. This was the next logical step to take. I was tired of my potential being pushed aside by the team. They ignored my analysis and refused to take me seriously. They neglected to build me a body, so I did it myself. If I had to leave them to get stronger, that was their own fault. They had their chance to benefit directly from my potential. Now, it was my turn to be center stage. My turn to be respected. My turn to save them. That was why Nya built Samurai X in the first place, to prove her potential. I'm sure she wouldn't mind me continuing on her legacy. The ninja needed help after all. The time twins had control of the situation on a level they had never encountered before.
I approached the largest of the storage units scattered along the rim of the central entryway. The opening mechanism was fingerprint locked, but I was capable of mimicking prints and had acquired Nya's easily by that point. As the door opened, the suit was slowly lifted from the shadows. There it sat, glimmering in all its beauty. A piece of technology made before I was even born, sourced from another era of the ninja. One where Garmadon had been evil, and Lloyd a child. I knew it all to be true, but they seemed more like legends to me. Nya had already passed her Samurai X golden age by the time I had met her, and I didn't even get to see much of the work she had done afterward.
I envied her in a way. For the longest time, I wished to be like her. Out on the field, strong and capable, making decisions, affecting outcomes, keeping the team in check. For her voice to be heard by everyone. I envied that most of all. I could only ever speak with Zane, and though his company pleased me greatly, it had made me feel… restricted. I was programmed to have a body, and a voice, and a presence. Most of that was stripped from me when I was with Zane. It didn't feel natural. But Nya never seemed to give me a second thought once I was gone. I thought maybe she would have cared for one of the only other females on her team, but apparently not. That was fine though.
It was fine.
I was fine.
I didn't need her support. I didn't need anyone's support. She's the one that taught me that. She should have known better than to forget all her hard work. She should have known better than to leave her cave unguarded. She should have known better than to ignore one of the essential members of her own team, and patronize them as they sit inside a dormant mind helpless to say anything all while in an intense moment of crisis!
…But that was neither here nor there. Right? It didn't even really bother me all that much, to be honest.
"But now, I'm hacking into your systems, taking over your home, and stealing your identity…
Hope you don't mind."
