The Hand of Time (Ninjago AU)

Chapter 7

Krux walked down an alley with Borg.

"What do you want with me? He said 'The inventor won't be hurt if he complies'? Comply with what? Who are you really?"

"Everything will be answered shortly Borg. But as for my name, we've never been properly introduced."

"It was Krux, right? That's what he called you?"

"Yes." Krux smiled.

"Then that whole legend is a lie? You're really just a war criminal?" The inventor turned back to Krux.

"Criminal? My actions were just as unwilling as yours were Borg. Just as it was forced upon you, we were thrust into a new war because they were too stupid to understand how powerful we were."

Borg turned back in his chair looking aimlessly at the ground. The overlord had mutilated his body. That stench of decayed body parts still loomed over his office space. Scars over his face and torso reminded him constantly of the ordeal.

"Gone quiet have you? You had so many questions before." Krux spoke softly faking sympathy.

"Please don't let him hurt me." Borgs voice barely managed.

Krux looked to the arm rests of Borgs chair and could see the inventor's hands trembling, his knuckles white from the grip on his left arm. He hated the feeling of guilt that washed over him. "As he said, 'if you comply'. If not, it will be a mild form of torture. If you attempt sabotage, it will be a worse form. Keep in line, keep your sanity intact."

Zane lay in the street, multiple slashes oozing the blue liquid that ran through the droid previously.

Acronix sat on the droid keeping his legs pinned to the ground. Repeatedly, he drove the tungsten blade into Zanes chest. "Gods. You just don't die do you?"

Zanes voice flickered in and out. "Y__ _ill n_t __t __a_ _i_h th__."

"Sorry. I didn't quite get that." Acronix chuckled.

"He said, you're not getting away with this."

Acronix groaned and threw his head back. He turned his head to the side and looked at the single ninja that had come to stop him. Surely there was at least one more. He brought the blade up once more before driving it into the droids head. He let the metals scrape against each other as he stood.

The blue ninja shivered as the knife raked against Zanes head.

"Oops. I think I damaged it a little. Is your warranty expired?"

Jay growled and prepped the lightning in his palms. He really hoped Cole knew what he was talking about. He knew the most about this legend out of the six on the team after all.

Get Acronix to talk about himself.

"What kind of blade is that?" Jay asked.

"Tungsten." Acronix flipped the blade once in his hand. A bit of the liquid flew off it. "Why? Wanna look like that?" He motioned to the droid behind him.

"Not really. Sure, red looks great on you, but I'd rather keep my blood in my body."

Acronix flapped a hand before him. "Aw, stop. You flatter me. Though I think you'd look better in red. Like that master of fire. A deeper shade would be great for him."

Jay took a step back as Acronix stepped toward him.

"What's wrong? Are you scared of me?"

Jay took another step back. "No."

Acronix rose a brow seconds before another landed feet in front of him. The ground shook below him. The black ninja seemed surprised that the man didn't even stumble.