"What do you think the chances are that Jay doesn't turn Cole in?" Kai eyed his sister from his desk as he shook his iced beverage, feet on the table.

Nya glared at him from the corner of her eyes, an ugly frown on her face. She pulled out her scroll, swiping through all of the information they had on Jay. "I think he's going to do the right thing and turn him in." She stopped once she came upon an updated picture of him, the caption underneath reading: Space Pirate of the Sixteen Stars.

She sniffed. "After all, I hired him to do the job. This kid's known for doing the dirty work for other people."

Kai swung his feet off the table, sitting up in his chair. "What? He got, like, a five-star rating on Chirp?"

Nya rolled her eyes. Her brother pointed a finger at her. "He's a space pirate. Sis, these aren't the same as bounty hunters. They do want they like, when they want, if it benefits them. You could pay them to do the work but it might never get done. You can't trust him. That's all I'm saying."

"I say, in case things go South, we put up posters." Kai opened a drawer, pulling out a stack of papers. Nya gaped at him.

"Why do you have those?"

"Doesn't matter," he waved her off, peeling off the top sheet and showing it to her.

"WANTED" it read.

Underneath it: 40 Billion units.

Nya shook her head.

"Woah, woah, woah. 40 billion units? Kai, did Garmadon approve this?"

Kai chose not to answer that.

J-Bot had parked the ship just several buildings down from the museum. A place high up on the roof of some building where they couldn't be seen from far away.

Pixal lowered her binoculars, having been waiting and watching for Cole from a safe distance. "I assume you have a plan?" She asked as Jay grew nearer.

Jay approached Pixal by the hangar doors, two small earpieces in hand. He unfurled his fingers, gesturing for Pixal to take one of the earpieces.

"What are these for?"

Jay slammed his hand against the button which released the doors. He turned to Pixal before putting in his earpiece.

"My plan," he smirked. Jay held onto the side of his ship as the platform slowly expanded onto the roof of the building. He held his gaze for a moment, reciting his plan. "Once I'm inside, I'll give you the signal to call Skylor."

Pixal blinked. "Skylor? Jay, she will take you both to prison."

The space pirate waved her off, flattered by her concern. "Exactly."

Skylor was also law enforcement. Or, sort of. Chief Garmadon and his detectives could hunt the entire star system. Skylor only had a precinct to run. However, there were some places where Garmadon and his team could not lay a finger. Ninjago's Museum of Finer Things was one of them, since it was part of the section Skylor had cut out as responsibility of her and her precinct.

"With all the commotion, it'll force Cole to retreat. Hopefully, with me. That is, assuming I convince him to flee with me because I have a ship and he doesn't."

Pixal stared at Jay with glazed eyes. "That is a terrible plan."

"Well, excuse me? Do you have a better plan to capture Cole?"

"There are several other options that require little to no effort as the plan you had described earlier. For instance, you could kidnap-"

Jay stopped her there, holding a hand to her face. "First of all, I don't kidnap people. I'm a space pirate, not a bounty hunter. Secondly, Cole's too smart to be kidnapped. He'd sniff out a trap within seconds."

The droid let out a deep sigh, putting in her earpiece. "Very well."

Just outside the museum, Cole stood on a ledge, fishing for the pocket knife somewhere in his jacket.

Once he found what he was looking for, he carved a circle onto the glass, a twinkle in his eyes as he soundly pushed out the circular cut glass. Carefully, he stepped into the building, setting the glass down by his side.

Dozens of artifacts surrounded him on display. Either held up on a pedestal or thrown into a glass case. Hungry eyes greedily took in the view. If he had the time and energy, he would have taken everything. But only one thing truly mattered to him. And it was then his eyes fell upon the prized token.

The yin blade. A fascinating tool said to grant immortality.

Of course, Cole wasn't going to wish it upon himself to live forever.

If anything, that was the last thing he wanted. Along with a whole bunch of other things. But he knew of someone who would be willing to pay good money for rare finds like the yin blade.

Stepping up to the glass display, he crouched down, slipping his hand into the satchel, feeling around for any tools to put in place of the yin blade once removed.

As he searched, however, it didn't occur to him that Jay was just outside, looking for a way in.

The space pirate crept around the side of the museum, looking for a way inside. Preferably, Cole's route inside. It was only until he decided to look upwards that Jay found a manageable sized hole in the glass walls. With a grin, he climbed up onto the ledge, following Cole's exact path.

The soft thud of a pair of feet alerted Cole and he quickly fled from the center of the room, hiding behind a corner. He silently cursed. He had never been caught in the middle of a caper before. This could only mean one of two things: either he was being followed, or there was someone else who was after the yin blade as well. And Cole couldn't take any of those chances.

Whoever was here shouldn't have come.

Now trapped in an ugly predicament, the thief looked for something hard. And big. Something painful.

Meanwhile, Jay was still by the window. He gently kicked the cut circular piece of glass which was up against the wall, raising a hand to his ear.

"Pix, I'm in. But don't do anything yet."

Inside, Jay found it was extremely dark except for the several lights that shone above the yin blade in the middle of the museum.

"Wait a minute." His stomach sunk suddenly. "Something's… not right. The yin blade is still here."

Jay looked around, holding a hand above his belt so that it was ready to reach for something defensive if something lunged. He tiptoed about the museum, holding his breath every step of the way.

Nothing was making sense. The yin blade was still in its case. There was a hole in the window, which meant Cole had obviously snuck in. He should have taken it by now. He should have been on his way out.

Jay scowled at himself. His plan should have worked.

"Pixal, I think-"

Then a blunt force hit him hard on the back of his head. Before Jay could speak any further, his legs gave way and he crumpled to the ground, his earpiece bouncing off towards the foot of a crate.

Jay? Jay? What happened?

But Jay couldn't answer. Whatever it was that hit him, it had knocked him out good. He was out cold. Like a light. And he sure as heck wasn't going to be getting up again for the next few hours.

Jay, I am calling Skylor.

From the shadows, Cole stepped forward, a massive staff in his hands.

His muscles tensed at the sight of the unconscious space pirate on the floor. "What the?" Cole nudged the body lightly with his foot, holding back a million questions.

He crouched down on his knees, plucking the cape from the motionless body and twirling it around a finger. The material was light, and breathable. He liked it.

From the corner of his eyes, the yin blade called to him. But Cole had a slight change of plans.

Harumi was Chief Garmadon's new intern. Small and quiet, but a natural hard worker and very knowledgeable on various antiques.

From a young age, she admired the work Garmadon did in protecting the city. She travelled star to star in search for a place where Garmadon's work hadn't left an impact. However, there was no where she travelled where his name wasn't legendary. In fact, his brother had served years before him, but quickly fell into retirement where his nephew took care of him.

Lloyd Garmadon, was the boy's name.

Harumi didn't care about him. Nor did she care about the brother, Wu.

Garmadon was more practical and well in control than Wu was. He had the same views and methods as Harumi did. Something Harumi stood by proudly.

One of those was catching Cole Brookstone and locking him up for good for his crimes.

The criminal had been on the run for years. Never once was there a victory for the good guys.

If things had gone her way, Harumi would have used everything at her disposal. That included valuable artifacts as such.

Speaking of, Garmadon's voice intruded her thoughts suddenly. "Harumi, could you see if we have any files on Jay Walker? One of my younger detectives thought it would be a good idea if we hired him to turn in Cole Brookstone," a sigh escaped his lips, "I wish she had run a background check with me first."

Harumi tilted her head. "You hired someone, without any idea of what you could be up against?"

"I trust Nya to make the right decisions. I would just like to get a quick look at his file. If he has one, that is."

"Of course, Sir," Harumi finally said, before slipping through the crack in between the door.

After what felt like a nice nap, Jay decided it was about time to wake up. He opened an eye, expecting to be back on his ship, but instead found himself bound to a chair in the middle of a small, suffocating, and dimly lit room. His wrists were bound to the sides, his legs spread and his ankles tied to the legs.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no!"

Jay struggled, clenching his fists in a panic.

And as if things couldn't have gotten any worse, his cape was missing too.

Jay tugged again, trying to break free from the restraints that held him in place. He tilted his head to the right, wondering if he could itch his earpiece on. It hadn't occurred to him that it had fallen off back at the museum. "Pixal? Pix? Hello? Anybody?"

The space pirate bit his bottom lip fearfully, pulling harder.

It was clear now that his plan had backfired. It probably was made even clearer when whatever object had hit him on the back of the head earlier.

Nonetheless, Jay was panicking.

In fact, becoming a hostage was the last thing he wanted.

"Gah, seriously?" Jay shut his eye and pulled.

"Struggling is pointless."

The space pirate stopped squirming and froze, eye darting from one corner of the room to another. He shook feverously. "Who said that?"

"Besides, this place was abandoned years ago. No one would search for you here. If they would, it'd be the very last place anyone would look."

A shiver ran down Jay's spine as he searched for the source of the voice.

A high yelp left his lips when a hand touched the back of the chair, spinning him around.

Suddenly, a single blue eye met with grey ones and he shriveled back in his chair to the best of his abilities.

The wind blown dark hair, the raspy voice, and the grey eyes meant only one thing.

Jay swallowed anxiously. "It's you."

His comm lit up from his pocket and in a monotone voice, it said aloud, "Cole Brookstone. Intergalactic Fugitive and Thief."

And said criminal was wearing his cape.

The thief cocked a bushy brow, reaching into Jay's pocket and pulling out his comm. Jay squirmed.

"Hey! Give that back!"

"Did you really need a comm to tell you that?" He scoffed, tapping the screen like it was his first time holding a communicator.

Jay rolled his eye, gagging. "No. I know who you are, thief. You're Cole Brookstone, Ninjago's most wanted intergalactic criminal." And somewhat handsome, he added in his head.

"Psh, the comm told you that."

The space pirate narrowed his eye at him. "You're also very stubborn."

Cole's eyes darkened, and they drifted from the comm up to Jay. "Why were you following me?"

Jay blinked once. "Sorry?"

Standing up, Cole stuffed the comm away in his pocket before asking again. "Back at the museum. Why were you following me?"

"I- I don't know what you're talking about," the space pirate lied.

Something flashed in Cole's eyes and he took a giant step forward, crouching down in front of Jay. Their faces were uncomfortably close. So close that Jay could almost feel him breathing heavily down on him. He cracked a crooked smile.

Cole wasn't phased by it. Jay could feel his body growing warmer the longer Cole stared. His eyes were all over him, from the eyepatch around the pirate's head to the boots snug around his feet.

"What are you? Some kind of cosplayer?"

Jay gaped, taken aback. "Rude! And no."

"Then why were you following me?"

The space pirate shut his mouth, turning his head away from the criminal.

He heard a snarl, and the thief took a couple steps to the side, twiddling with Jay's comm in one hand where the pirate could see. "Fine. You're not getting this back, then."

Jay pursed his lips. He could deal with that. He smirked at him.

"Fine."

Cole's brows drew nearer, clearly irritated. "Fine."

And with that, Cole left him to stand by the door, eyes drifting back to him every now and then.

Jay chewed on the inside of his cheek nervously, searching his surroundings for anything he could possibly use to escape. He tapped his foot against the floor quietly, unintentionally beginning to whistle a tune.

As Jay searched, the criminal took it to mess around with Jay's comm. Unfortunately for him, the comm was locked by a passcode which only Jay knew. So, to Jay's luck, Cole couldn't do much with it.

And Jay couldn't do much with the room either.

After minutes of a sickening silence, Jay gave in, hanging his head.

If his plan didn't work the first time, maybe he'd just have to go and try something else. A thought flashed in his head suddenly and he knocked on the edge of the chair, gaining Cole's attention.

"Dunno why you're still trying to escape," Cole shrugged, tossing the comm back into his lap. Jay looked down, relieved that it was still intact.

"I'm not."

Cole raised a brow, intrigued. "Then what do you want?"

"To tell you the truth." Or his twisted version of the truth, Jay determined.

"My name is Jay. A space pirate who was also going to steal the yin blade."