Well look at this! A story I posted forever ago and haven't updated! Don't worry, I do fully intend to write this story. I'm probably more excited than anyone about this. Nindroid Jay is my favorite AU, hands down. This chapter isn't super long but it's a good start to the story. Hope ya enjoy!
By the way, this is a COMPLETELY different chapter than I was originally gonna have... Rewrites, guys, rewrites!
I do not own Ninjago. Nindroid Jay is an AU belonging to Prpldragon on Tumbler.
ACCESS STATUS:
ALL SERVOS ONLINE AND FUNCTIONING
POWER CORE AT 73 %
ACCESS MEMORY LOG:
90 ROTATIONS SINCE ACTIVATION
CURRENT ASSIGNMENT –
REPAIR WIRING ON L PANEL 3 OF MAIN CORE
TIME REMAINING TILL TASK COMPLETED: APPROXIMATELY 2.1 ROTATIONS
"UNIT 3-1-79-04-28!"
The nindroid's head jerked upright, turning toward the one who called. He stood and straightened at attention. "YES, UNIT 8-0-33-24-99?" came his reply.
"GENERAL CRYPTOR REQUESTS YOUR PRESENCE."
There was no need for the nindroid to ask where or why he was supposed to visit the General, nor did the other wish to tell him. "REQUEST ACKNOWLEDGED," the first stated.
With a hasty nod, the messenger unit stiffly turned and left Unit 3-1-79-04-28 to his assignment.
It had been 90 rotations since the nindroid had been activated. The first unit he had seen was the General. The nindroid had been puzzled at the fact that their commanding officer had come to his activation, but it was no concern of his. What the General did was the General's business.
All this time, he had been reporting to the General, something that was rather unusual for a new unit. Before he had been switched on, only those high in command had ever spoken to their famed leader.
So why would the General be interested in him? He was only a maintenance unit. His task was to repair the main core, what kept them out of deactivation. It was not a main assignment...
IMPORTANCE OF TASK IS IRRELEVANT
It was necessary.
All units completed their assignments without question or else would be deactivated. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 knew his task and would not stop until it was completed.
But the General had requested his presence. It was once again time. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 did not enjoy this procedure…
PREFERENCE IS IRRELEVANT
It was necessary.
He would accept whatever order the General gave him. That was the highest directive.
Unit 3-1-79-04-28 passed Units 3-9-22-18-30 and 3-6-03-49-00, other maintenance units like himself. They were welding a section of steel plating that had come loose from the main Core's base, revealing a set of red and black wires. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 knew the use of every wire and how they connected with the Core to create a system of power.
The power Core itself was located behind a wall of transparent steel 13.71 meters thick. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 did not find this odd in the slightest. It was necessary for their continued activation. The Core was watched constantly by control units, who ensured that the power levels remained stable. Their task was necessary, for if the controls were ever allowed to move from the SAFE ZONE to the RED ZONE, the Core's shield could destabilize and release microfilaments of the Core's material into the surrounding atmosphere. All metal elements in the air would then implode upon each atom and subsequently create an explosion that could deactivate all units in Ninjago.
Together, the microfilaments created power for them; apart, they meant deactivation.
The Core provided power for the entirety of the nindroid complexes, a set of nearly 200 underground structures that contained the units. At the end of the rotation, Unit 3-1-79-04-28 would return to Recharge Point 1953, located in Building 8 of the 13 buildings created for such use. Inside the Recharge Buildings were rows and rows of Recharge Points, each designated to a specific unit, where the nindroids would receive power for the next rotation and their directive.
If a unit returned to an incorrect Recharge Point, his servos would lock, his processor would crash, and his directive would be scrambled with that of a different nindroid. An occurance like that meant instant deactivation.
Recharge Buildings were not the only structures in the complexes; there were Monitor Buildings, Security Stations, Weapons Barracks, Repair Stations...
Unit 3-1-79-04-28's primary directive was to repair any structure or device that was not functioning properly; his current sub-directive was to repair the Core. That was one of his favorite tasks, for the Core so fascinated him.
FAVORITISM IS IRRELEVANT
His task was not meant for enjoyment. Only follow the directive.
Unit 3-1-79-04-28 continued his trek down the corridors until he found himself at a lift. He placed his steel palm on a panel and watched many lines of code scroll over the screen. Finally, the door slid open and allowed him to enter. With a 'swish', they shut behind him.
"DIRECTIVE CHAMBER, ON THE ORDERS OF GENERAL CRYPTOR," Unit 3-1-79-04-28 recited. A chime resounded through the top of the lift and the metal box sped downward, with the nindroid inside. After only a few moments, the doors 'swished' open and Unit 3-1-79-04-28 exited to find a security unit blocking his path. Unit 4-0-11-09-35 demanded the nindroid's serial number, which Unit 3-1-79-04-28 quickly gave. The security unit processed this, then nodded and let the nindroid pass.
He walked several meters forward, coming to a stop at a door. Once again, he placed his palm on the glowing panel. It flashed green and instructed him to wait. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 wished these matters wouldn't take so long…
TIME IS IRRELEVANT
It did not matter.
The door slid open, revealing the commander of all the nindroids. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 knelt respectfully.
"Hello, Jay," General Cryptor said with a smirk. "Come in, I've been waiting."
This was another matter that confused Unit 3-1-79-04-28. Why did he have a separate serial number from the one he was originally given? General Cryptor had called him by this since the nindroid's activation. He simply did not understand.
CONFUSION IS IRRELEVANT
Unit 3-1-79-04-28 stood and followed the General inside the vast room.
"I suppose you know why you are here?" Cryptor asked while continuing to walk.
"YES, GENERAL."
"Good."
Unit 3-1-79-04-28 had become accustomed to this procedure. It was nothing new. That did not mean he liked it.
PREFERENCE IS IRRELEVANT
It was necessary.
Suddenly a strange sensation ripped through his servos. Unit 3-1-79-04-28 trembled and hissed, clutching at his torso.
ERROR:ERROR:ERROR:PAIN SUPPRESSOR OFFLINE:POWER CORE AT 34 % AND DROPPING:ERROR:UNIT SERIAL NUMBER NOT FOUND:DIRECTIVE LOST:MEMORY LOCK FAILURE:
He jerked his head upright and gasped. With a moan, he tried to move but his mangled body only hurt worse. Pain… so much pain… He couldn't give in. No matter how many times they came, he had to stay strong.
A hiss echoed through the room, a noise he'd come to hate: the door to his cell was opening.
"Well, my dear Blue Ninja, have you finally made the right decision?" The voice was deep, monotone, and the worst sound he had ever heard.
"That all depends," the injured man said, "on what you think is the 'right decision'. Cause if we're back to joining your little parade here, I'm still gonna have to say: thanks, but no." He smirked.
"A pity." The form stepped from the shadows into the light, revealing two glowing, red eyes and a steel body. "Maybe you need a little more convincing…"
No. Not this again. But he couldn't give up. He had to take it. For his brothers. For her. For Ninjago.
His captor smiled manically and held up a tiny, glowing blade. "This should do nicely."
"AHHGGG!" He tried to stifle a scream, letting a quiet moan escape. His side felt like it was on fire. The man tensed for the next wound, receiving it this time on his right arm, which was outstretched and chained at the wrist to a metal post. He hissed. "No matter how much you burn me, hit me, cut me, I WILL NEVER JOIN YOU!"
The torturer grinned. "We'll see about that."
And the blade pressed again into his side.
ERROR:ERROR:ERROR:POWER CORE AT 12 % AND DROPPING:ATTEMPT TO FIND DIRECTIVE:LOST:LOST:ERROR
"Not again!" Cryptor shouted as the nindroid's circuit lights flickered and the unit began to shake. The General motioned for the standby medical units to assist, who quickly took hold of Unit 3-1-79-04-28 and forced him onto a metal table surrounded by a myriad of wires and tubes.
"Get him in there! NOW!" The General screamed, infuriated. The medical units quickly unlatched one of the metal plates on the nindroid's left arm, revealing raw, crimson flesh. Sticking one of the many tubes into Unit 3-1-79-04-28's arm, the medics pumped a red liquid inside the nindroid.
Within moments, Unit 3-1-79-04-28 began to relax. The medical units closed the plates securely and placed him in shutdown, plugging a wire into his back.
Cryptor sighed and dismissed the units with a wave of his hand. They bowed and departed, leaving the General alone with the nindroid. He approached the table and growled. "You're mine now, Ninja, and don't you forget it. You're mine."
So. How about Cryptor. What a jerk, eh?
If you haven't noticed, the terms that we use and the terms that the nindroids use are a little different.
For instance:
We say - life; nindroids say - activation. We say - death; nindroids say - deactivation. We say - day; nindroids say - rotation. Keep an eye out for words we use on a regular basis that are different for a nindroid.
Please review! Tell me what you liked, what you hated, what you ate for breakfast... As long as you use that box down there, I'm happy.