A/N: Wow, I think I should go hug Stormyskies8 or something…

Here is the story of how Dareth meets Kai, and the rebellion decides that they need him…

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Chapter One: Looking for a Job

~Outside: Bird's Eye view~

Thunder boomed loudly, scaring a small flock of birds. All but one, who kept flying, is eyeing the people down below. A fork of lighting suddenly shot forward nearly licking the tall skyscraper near the bird. The people down below were hurrying forward, heads bent against the driving wind, multicolored raincoats, boots, and umbrellas were being used to keep them all dry from the pouring rain.

That is, all but a single young man. Instead of the rain gear everyone else was wearing, he had on a hooded red sweater, worn out jeans, and red sneakers. His hood was down, allowing everyone to see his spiky, auburn hair. His hands were thrust into the deep front pockets of his sweater. He was also the only one walking in the direction that he was. If the bird cared to look closely, it would have noticed that everyone else was glancing sideways at him, wondering why he was acting like the weather was nice out, and not stormy.

The man suddenly stopped and pulled an old beat up newspaper from his pocket. After carefully scrutinizing it for a few seconds, he glanced up to look across the street. Right in front of him was a small dojo squashed between two skyscrapers. With a slight nod to himself, he shoved the paper back into his pocket and headed across to it.

All the while unaware that the fearless bird, a falcon to be more precise, had landed on the streetlamp behind him. And was watching his every move…

~Inside the Dojo~

A brown haired young man dressed in brown sweats was pacing back and forth, occasionally glancing out the window. His companions, a silver colored female android, and an elderly, clean-shaven, man wearing a colorful ninja gi, were watching his every move.

"Calm down, Dareth. I'm sure we will find someone to help you out in here." The elderly companion tried to get the younger man's attention.

"My advertisement been out there for three weeks now. That and with this weather no one is gonna come. Why did it have to storm today? No one is gonna come till the weather is back to its dark and gloomy self!" Dareth swung his arms open wide for extra emphasis.

Just then the front door opened, making a soft pinging sound has the bell above it chimed. Dareth spun around to face the newcomer. The young man that joined them was not one he recognized, and mostly likely didn't realize the weather. He wore a simple hooded red sweater, ripped jeans, and red sneakers. His sharp hazel eyes seemed to be set in a perpetual scowl, his auburn hair must have been slathered in hair gel to keep it spiked the way it was.

"Umm, is one of you Dareth? I'm here to see about a job…" the newcomer broke off as he noticed that the others were scrutinizing his looks, one of them making a mental note about a small scar above his one eye, splitting his eyebrow into two parts.

"I'm Dareth. Why are you looking for a job?" Dareth hurried forward to shake his hand.

"I was fired a couple days ago." The potential employee stated, as he accepted the handshake.

"Why were you fired?" Dareth gestured to a small window seat to seat down on.

"I was working as a party entertainer. Only, I'm not the most patient guy in the world…and it showed pretty badly. This time around, I'm looking for jobs more up my alley." He plopped down on the offered seat.

"I see. What makes you think this job real be up your alley?" Dareth sat down next to him.

"I've taught martial arts before, a few years back. It was really fulfilling to see the progress the kid..s made." He looked Dareth over to see his reaction.

Surprise filled the two other humans in the room. That was not something any of the past interviewees have said. They all either didn't know what they were doing, or barely knew anything. This made since, with the law passed thirty-some years ago, limiting the amount of martial arts civilians were allowed to learn. No one was allowed to go pass the yellow belt.

"Hmm, now then if you don't mind, but I'll like to see how you fare against my old friend, Garmadon here, in a simple dual." Dareth gestured to his older companion.

"Of course. Anything that will convince you I am the best one for the job." He walked over to Garmadon, where he then did the respective bow.

Garmadon bowed back, before moving into a fighting stance. The young man quickly mimicked him. Soon the two of them were throwing punches and kicks, yet were never connecting… something that was surprising the two friends. The fight continued, looking more like some kind of dance than a fight. Amazement filled Dareth has he realized that this new guy was keeping pass with his black belt friend, without breaking sweat.

"Trouble will be here in thirty seconds." The android suddenly spoke up in a perfectly monotone voice.

Garmadon quickly stopped the fight by taking a step back. As if he understood what was going on, the young man did the same thing.

"Thank you P.I.X.A.L." Garmadon gasped out. Both of them were slightly out of breath.

At exactly thirty seconds after P.I.X.A.L. called a stop to the fight, the door banged open has two police bots, accompanied by three nindroids walked in.

"Mr. Garmadon, you are under a arrest." One of the bots announced as it pointed its laser gun at Garmadon.

"What did he do to get arrested?" Spiked hair asked.

"His younger sibling lives with him." The other bot offered as an explanation.

"Well then. If that's illegal now, you might as well arrest me. I have a younger sibling living with me." There was a near growl in his voice has he glared at the bots.

"Well, uh, calculating a response…" Both of the bots stammered.

"How about you leave, and come back when you actually have something on the guy." Moving forward suddenly, he partially shoved the bots and droids out the door.

Turning around, he froze has his eyes landed on the others. He quickly pulled a sheet of paper out and handed it to Dareth.

"My resume. It has my contact information on it. I'll see myself out." He quickly left, clearly nervous about their reactions.

"Did just did what I think he did?" Garmadon whispered softly.

"Yea, I think he just did. Reckon we should ask him to join the rebellion, after I give him this job?" Dareth slowly nodded in agreement to his friend.

"Definitely, we need more people like that in the world in this day and age."

A/N: Should we tell them who it was that was looking for a job, or not?

Until next time, this is SkyTalon signing off!