"President of the Octan Company is our first objective," explained on of the Reprogramed Micro-Mangers, "Lord Cre^dus wants him alive, as a way to destroy this realm."
"Roger, Roger," replied a small group of Commando Droids, "We will tell you when it is safe to entry the tower."
A Droid Gunship picked the six commando droids up and took them away from the small oil platform that was near the massive tower. The first Micro-Manger turned towards a smaller one.
The Micro-Manger picked the Mini-Manger up and said, "Gather your team, and ready the sleep tank. We must freeze the President before he arrives at our Master's Hideout."
The Mini-Manger nodded, before jumping to the deck and rushing off to find its friends.
"If this does not attract the Protector of Life," spoke a ghostly figure, "Then I will have to kill several of the locals."
"Sir, will make sure that President's friends don't discover his disappearance," replied the Micro-Manger.
"How so?" asked the ghostly figure.
"A new form of the Mangers," explained the Micro-Manger, "it can disguise itself as its host, allowing it to take of the host's job, life and hobbies. We will use the first prototype as a way of hiding the President's disappearance."
"And where is this Change-Manger?" asked the ghostly figure.
"With the Commando Droids," stated the Micro-Manger.
Meanwhile at the Octan Tower, Business has just arrived at his office and was looking at the stack of papers that was piled before him. He knew that most of it was for the damage from the Kragle incident.
'This will take some time to get through,' Business thought to himself.
He quickly sat down and started to read through a report from the 1980's space realm. Something about a large astronomical anomalies near the border between their realm and that of the Star Wars realm.
'Strange,' the President thought to himself, 'this can't be a coincidence. Not by a long run. Although…'
President Business quickly shook those dark plans out of his head, knowing that the Master Builders were still keeping a close eye on him. He read through the report one more time though, just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything.
He then moved onto the next report. This one wasn't as interesting. It was just about how well the company was doing. It was the same as usual – fuel was doing well, food prices were lowering, sports and sports persons supported by Octan were doing better than usual – along with some new things.
'That's weird,' Business thought, 'I thought I had those things put into storage.'
On the report was an image of Micro-Manger. This one though had Purple eyes, with red accents. Business read through the report slowly, soaking in all the detail. Nothing in the report was good.
Today several of President Business' Micro-Mangers have been spotted scavenging for bricks that are scattered across the ruined realms, taking several innocent citizens in the process. Many thought that the once evil President Business has decided that he is sick of being a good guy. Other theories are that someone has hacked into the Micro-Manger control system, and is trying to take over the world.
Of course the main theory that the Master Builders will agree on is that whoever in control of the Micro-Mangers are now making them better and smarter. Again whoever is behind this malevolent plan has already made their intentions clear: they want to destroy the world as we know it.
Business knew that it was just fear that was getting to the public that made them come up with that kind of theory, the one about him being the one to reactivate the Micro-Mangers. Business picked up another report, this one about a missing teen. He almost binned it, when he spotted two things in the image.
One was a Micro-Manger sitting in the background, still inactive, while a computer was connected to the robot as it sorted through all of the programming that was involved with making the machines run.
The second was that there was some sort of glowing orb in the background, looking like it was merging with the robot. Business could have sworn that he had seen that same orb only a few days ago in some report about a strange rift opening in the Ninjago realm.
Today it was discovered that a young man has stolen several Micro-Mangers from Octan Tower Storage units twenty through to thirty-seven. He was caught on surveillance before he and his loot disappeared.
His parents are worried about him, his father saying, "We just want to see your sweet boy back home safe."
It is unclear what motivated the young man to steal these cheap relics, but it is clear that he was under a lot of pressure from an outside source. His mother told the Police that she had noticed his disappearances after school, but wasn't worried because he always turned up before dinner.
But now they have discovered that he has been missing for over a week. They have asked the police to help find him, and are asking for any information that can lead to his safe return. If there are any out there who think they can help, please phone…
Business read through the list of details and wrote them done on an envelope that was being sent to Emmet. The young Master Builder would know what to make of it. Business was about to pick up another report, when he heard the windows behind him shatter.
He leapt to his feet, and turned around, curling his claw-hands into fists. Before he could do anything else though, a flash of light struck him in the middle of his torso. Business crumpled to the ground as the Commando Droids moved in and picked the limp mini-figure off the floor of his office.
"The Lord will appreciate the surprise we shall leave behind for the next person to walk in here," said the Change-Manger, "They will go out with a bang."
The Commando Droids didn't reply, instead began to set up the elaborate explosive set up. There were trip wires criss-crossing the whole floor, but the wires that were used to make the trip wires were so thin that you couldn't see them.
"We need to leave now," the Change-Manger ordered, picking up the limp body of President Business.
The robotic group left the same way they came, except this time they left the office in a mess, and with a very explosive surprise.
It was mid-afternoon when Bad Cop knocked on the President's office door. He didn't get an answer and so he tried again. Still no answer.
"Ah, sir, I need to discuss something with you," The police officer said, before Good Cop added, "it's about the missing kid."
Still it stayed silent within the office. Bad Cop's first thought was that he was at the coffee shop that he often visited with Emmet. But then another thought that seemed more logical nudged the first idea out of the way.
It was the only thing that made sense. If the President's secretary had let me up, and the President wasn't there, then Business had probably been taken hostage. And if no one knew that the President was missing, then there was definitely something wrong here.
Emmet and Lucy had just stopped in the middle of Middle Zealand. They were in the middle of a forest, with the green bushes at their feet and green and brown bricks and leaves in the sky above them. In the distance, they could see Mt Cavora.
That was the one thing that no one could explain – or one of the few things anyway – and was the fact that the borders were constantly shifting baffled the greatest scientists in all the realms. But Emmet had to admit that there was a beauty to it all.
"Hey, Em stop staring at the floating rock and come and help me unpack the tent!" shouted Lucy.
Emmet rushed to his girlfriend's side and helped unpack the tent. Once this was done, Emmet found himself staring at mess of bricks at his feet. That was when he noticed places the bricks could go to make a safe and stable tent.
Lucy watched as Emmet raced around collecting bricks off the ground and her bike. Soon Emmet was putting the bricks together in a way that Lucy thought of as childish. Most of what should be the tent was high up in the trees, with ladders, stairs and even walkways spanning between the ground and the tree where the tent was located.
Well now it was more of a tree top dwelling. There were branches intertwined with the dwelling, allowing the house to blend with the forest. Emmet was leaning over the edge of a railing that he had only just finished constructing.
"You wanna come up?" Emmet shouted down to Lucy.
"I'll be up in a minute," Lucy shouted back.
Lucy walked around to one of the walkways that lead up to the dwelling, and was astounded by the complexity and the simplicity of the whole place. Lucy did a full three-sixty, trying to take in the view and design.
"This is amazing," Lucy gasped, as Emmet swung from a vine onto the platform next to her.
"And there isn't anything double-decker related," Emmet said happily, feeling slightly giddy after have just put the whole thing together.
Lucy rested her head on Emmet's shoulder as they watched the sun set over past Mt Cavora, and into the horizon. Emmet started to hum to himself as he realised how normal his life had gotten since the Kragle incident.
Or so he thought…
A/N: i guess this chapter is kinda predictable =| *looks away shamefully*
sorry