In Spinjitzu Monastery. PIXAL was in the underground garage of the monastery, with a welding mask over her face and welding some kind of vehicle that was covered by a big blue sheet. On a large computer, there were interactive plans of the mysterious machine.
- PIXAL?
PIXAL jumped slightly at the sudden voice and turned towards the voice that was the computer. On the connection was Cyrus Borg, who was holding some sort of folder in his hand.
- Yes, Cyrus?
- I've had a look at that plans you sent me and I must say it's very impressive! This sketch is exquisite! I've never seen such a machine in my life! - Cyrus complimented her with a broad smile.
PIXAL pulled off her welding mask and smiled slightly at her father. - Thank you. These recent events with the strange weather anomalies and.... Ingrid's kidnapping suggested to me that something was coming, so I decided to add some enhancements to the fight.
Cyrus Borg nodded in understanding, feeling sad at the news about Ingrid. Her foster granddaughter. - Any news from the ninja regarding Ingrid and the other kids?
PIXAL shook her head silently and looked down. Cyrus looked at her with a sympathetic expression on his face. - I'm so sorry, PIXAL. But let's not give up. The children and Ingrid will be found soon...! You just have to believe.
Nindroid nodded and smiled slightly at the man. - Agreed.
Cyrus returned the smile. - So! What do you want to call this little project of yours?
PIXAL looked at the machine under the cover in wonder. - I've come up with a code for this plan. - she announced. - 75309.
- Does this code have any translation? - Cyrus asked with a laugh.
PIXAL sent her creator a slight smirk. - You'll have to figure it out yourself, Cyrus. And so do they. - She said and pointed her finger into empty space.... Specifically to the readers.
Cyrus Borg raised an eyebrow. - Who are they? I don't see anyone with you. Is everything okay with your systems?
PIXAL giggled slightly. - Yes. It's... ninja secret. - She replied and shrugged her shoulders innocently and went back to welding.
Cyrus laughed lightly and shook his head. - Ah, PIXAL, PIXAL.
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Polaris broke the lock on the door to Strickler's house and with a creak opened it. He put a black hood over his head and pulled out his obsidian Claymore. Even though it was afternoon... It was completely silent.
- What is it? Where has everyone gone? - He asked himself as he looked around the house and there was not a living soul. Polaris sniffed the air and smelled a very familiar odour. His sense of smell led him into the kitchen and he approached the wooden table.
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The Descendants of the Elements (5)
Fanfiction[ ON HOLD ] The last battle. A quiet eleven years have passed since the defeat of Werath, the Crystal King. The League of Heroes has led a quiet life, full of joy and without fear. Our heroes began to live their lives that they had been missing un...
