So, I'm finally back with more for this story! *yayyy...*
As always, I'm very sorry for the long wait but I do have a life as well. So thank you all for your patience.
Anyway, I can't think of anything else to say here, so I'll see y'all at the end of this new chapter!
Enjoy!
Lloyd felt himself fall for what seems like fifteen minutes, but could only have truly been about one, maybe two. His body was soon spat out of the locker, though his surroundings were completely different.
Lloyd now stood just inside a large hangar, six huge mechs scattered around the place like toys for a giant. Up against one wall was a deep blue jet, its wings and body decorated with bright yellow and orange lightning bolt patterns. The thick glass blocking off the cockpit was hanging at a ninety degree angle, making a good place to stand to get a view of the open space Lloyd stood on. Hanging down from the ceiling was a dark grey spider-like machine, its cockpit glass at a similar angle to the jet's. Its legs had bright light blue decorations, the colour spreading downwards, or in Lloyd's case upwards, to its feet. The colour covered the bottom half of the body piece, the shattered sun that crept through the dusty windows reflecting its light and illuminating the ceiling with broken blue patches.
On the other side, opposite the jet, was a large black thing on a singular wheel, balancing with the help of hand-like claws on the wall behind it. Cole lumbered towards it, grabbing something from a rack to his right side and spinning the disc on his fingers as he approached the mech.
In the corner to Lloyd's left sat a bright scarlet machine, its flamethrower arm shining silver and red in the sunlight. It loomed over him, its cockpit area open and large.
In front of the red mech rested a chunky-looking white vehicle, its sides and roof loaded with icy-blue weapons. The turrets gleamed in the light, sending small spots of white onto the walls and ceiling. Like the jet and spider, its cockpit was open.
But what caught Lloyd's eye the most was the sixth mech.
The mech for the Green Ninja.
In front of him sat a magnificent, pale green dragon, its head turned to the side and its body curled loosely. Its eyes were dull and lifeless and a thin layer of dust coated every surface of the cool metal beast. Lloyd's mouth fell open as the ninja raced past him. Nya seemed to gravitate towards the spider, which was slowly being lowered from its hooks on the ceiling. Jay tore past her to the jet and clambered up the side of it, hooking his hands and feet into small crevices in the metal until he tumbled into the cockpit. Nya jumped into her own mech before she called out to him, concern evident in her voice. Kai paid no heed as he raced towards the giant red mech in the corner, throwing himself into the control area and bringing the machine to life. Zane entered his own mech and slowly connected to it.
"Good. You're all here. Including Lloyd." The familiar voice of Lloyd's uncle, Sensei Wu, rang out in the hangar, echoing off the walls and bouncing off the mechs. The five ninja halted immediately, hanging out of their mechs' cockpits or pausing in their climbs halfway up. The old Sensei motioned with his hand and the five ninja dropped from their locations. Lloyd realised with a start (not to mention a double-take) that all five of them must have changed outfits in their lockers on the journey - no longer were they wearing their clothes from school, but now they were all garbed in outfits made of the same material with different colours and slight variations. Nya crossed her arms over her grey-clad chest when she reached her Sensei. The guys soon caught up and surrounded the old man. He then beckoned Lloyd into the huddle before supposedly sending a signal over his right shoulder to someone the ninja and their friend couldn't see.
From the shadow of the giant fire mech stepped—
"Morro?" A general chorus of voices rang out together, reverberating off the walls, their confusion and mild worry about the situation evident.
"Uncle, what is the meaning of this?" Lloyd asked, genuine curiosity clawing at his stomach. He had, previously, suspected that his uncle believed that he was the fabled Green Ninja. If that was the case, however, then why was his emo cousin there? Kai's eyes narrowed and Jay raised a single, broken eyebrow. (I mean, like the one in the series with the little split. That's what I meant, to avoid any confusion. Now, back to the story!)
Morro bit his lip as he approached the group, refusing to meet anyone's eye but his father's. Even that eye contact was fleeting, lasting only for a mere second before the dark-clothed teen broke it.
"I have brought Morro along for the same reason as Lloyd." Wu announced, his voice echoing eerily in the hangar. "We must find out who is the prophesied Green Ninja. Today, if possible."
The silence in the hangar was deafening.
Even the outside world's chaos seemed to have shut itself up. For once.
"I... I can't be the Green Ninja!" Lloyd shouted, causing the rest of the group to flinch and stare at him, eyes wide and brows raised. "I mean, I've never learned anything about being a ninja, or what my element may be, or how to fight, or... or anything important to being a ninja! But Morro's had loads of training under you! He's more likely! Why bring me along too?" Wu nodded slowly and sighed quietly.
"Lloyd." He spoke calmly, though the blond teen could sense anger and exhaustion already starting to build up behind the facade. "You are a descendant of the First Spinjitzu Master too. You are just as much a possible candidate as Morro is."
"Besides," Nya piped up, gaining a bit of a glare from Sensei Wu, though she easily brushed it off like it was nothing. "Do you think that any of us knew anything about being a ninja at all when we first started out?" Lloyd paused.
Of course they didn't. None of them would have.
Nya and Kai were supposedly two normal kids, the children of a blacksmith living in the outskirts of the city and his wife. Jay came from a rich family, sure, but most of his time was spent in the scrapyard with two of his father's oldest friends, building and wiring and whatnot. Cole was supposed to be a dancer before his father finally came to his senses and let Cole go to the regular comprehensive instead of a specialist dance school down the road. Zane lived with his father, also on the outskirts of the city, living what seemed to outsiders to be a simple life.
None of them had any background with anything to do with ninja.
And yet, here they were, defending their home, risking their lives daily to ensure that none of the civilians have to lose theirs.
And all they had were their mechs, their elements and each other.
That's a whole lot of trust...
Lloyd bit his lip and nodded slowly, his subconsciously tensed body gradually relaxing again.
"Okay." He spoke up slowly and quietly, his voice too weak to echo.
"So, how do we start?"
I know this is mainly just filler, but this is all I've got for now.
I've got some writer's block for this story at the moment - I know where I want it to go, but I have no clue as to how to get it there. So this is kinda what we all have to put up with for now.
So yeah, sorry for this shitty chapter. Hopefully the next one will be a bit better. /
For now, however, that is all.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter (somehow) and I will see you all again in the next one.
As always, any comments are welcomed with open arms, whether they are questions, story ideas, plots for rare-pair oneshots, constructive criticism, or anything else. I won't bite, so feel free to message me if you want to have a chat or anything.
For now, though, I'm out!
Bye!
-LunaPikazard