Ninjago Dragons Rising - OC Insert

The Shape Of Motion

"I hate it when we get stuck on security duty," Agent Allen of the Administration complained as he and his partner Agent Underwood, a purple Hypnobrai, walked down the long line of applicants to file their paperwork within the Administration building. The pair were currently unaware that Sora, Arin and myself were stood within the line hiding, planning to sneak away to steal information on the location of mine and Arin's parent's. "Not me! Because I love to quash some dissent!" Underwood declared, smashing her fists together in excitement. "Sure, I love some dissent quashing too," Agent Allen agreed as the pair came dangerously close to us in the line, "Only problem is, there's never any dissent within the Administration." However, Agent Underwood was then excited at the sound of a yawn behind her, hoping for trouble as she grabbed the man excitedly. "Oh! Was that a sigh of dissent?!" Underwood asked hopefully, leaning in at the man. "Huh? No, I'm just tired," the man explained, yawning again as Agent Allen pushed forward to speak to the man as well. "You sure? Not a blatant call to rally others against the system that treats you like a cog in the machine, devaluing your individuality and identity?" Agent Allen demanded, shaking the man as he simply shook his head. "Ugh, it's fine," Agent Underwood accepted as Allen set the man down with an annoyed sigh. "I guess nothing out of the ordinary is going on around here," Agent Allen accepted, failing to notice as Arin, Sora and I snuck out of the line and through the Administration before finally reaching a back room. Pulling down a pipe, we allowed ourselves to be sucked into it, Arin falling to the ground with Sora and I on top of him as we looked around to find we were in the room of Realm Re-assignment.

"Sorry, bro," I whispered apologetically as Sora and I helped him up before looking around to find no one there. "Empty? Weird," Arin noted, surprised. "But perfect for what we need," Sora replied, pleased as we ran over to the control station and it's bank of computers which Sora quickly began typing away at. "Man, our first solo ninja mission," Arin mused excitedly, "Just the three of us. Like the old days." "So, what's so special about this place?" I asked Arin, genuinely curious. "When I was in here, the Agents said they find people who went missing in the Merge and return them," Arin explained, "But I think they were sending people to the wrong places." "So if they found mum and dad, they could be anywhere," I finished, worried, as Arin nodded his confirmation. "Still, if the Administration is good at anything, it's record keeping," Sora reminded us confidently as she typed away at the computer, "They probably kept notes of- hey!" Sora cried out in confusion as the green lights of the screens turned a flashing red as alarms blared around us. "Wh-What's happening?" Arin asked her, worried. "Seems like the records were taken offline when the head of the Department of Realm Reassignment - some guy named Agent Walker - went missing," Sora explained to us as she went back to work. "So info on our parents was here but we waited too long to get it?" I repeated, a note of fury in my voice as Arin held his head in frustration. "What's wrong with us? We got distracted by ninja stuff," Arin groaned, furious at himself. "If you consider saving the world a distraction-" Sora started, trying to remind us of the importance of what we were doing. However, she was cut off when the door to the room was knocked open by a group of agents, whose weapons and paperwork were pointed at us. "Yes, yes, finally!" Agent Underwood cheered excitedly, glad to have some chaos to fix, "Some dissent!" "It's quashing time!" Agent Allen declared, performing a few kicks as Arin and Sora sent me a look of horror.

"Agents, present arms," Agent Allen commanded as he, Underwood and the other Administration agents surrounded us. "You'd better turn yourselves in, punks. We have blasters and injunction paperwork!" Agent Underwood threatened, holding up the form as though it was some terrifying item to behold, "And we aren't afraid to use either." "Better listen to her," Agent Allen threatened as another Agent stamped Underwood's form, "My partner's vicious with her paperwork. She'll bury you in 9-21 C so hard you'll wish you 51a'd your 39 ZZs." We simply gave the pair half confused half amused looks at their terrible threats as Sora pulled off her headphones before she and Arin pulled on their ninja hoods and I raised my new blue cloth mask. "Yeah, we don't know anything about your worthless paperwork, and really don't care," I informed them bluntly, earning insulted gasps from the Agents as Arin and Sora nodded in agreement, "Plus we have other places to be and things to do." "Yeah, so we'll be going," Arin agreed as we fired our grapplers at the ceiling before Sora grabbed my arm and we attempted to flee, only for the agents to grab our feet, holding us down. "No one insults the paperwork!" Agent Underwood declared furiously, pulling out another form, "You'll be facing an F-9 Z26 for slander!" "Hey, let us go! Those are my favourite feet!" Arin complained as we were pulled down to the ground again. "We can't get captured on our first solo mission," Sora reminded us, "Lloyd will never let us out of the Monastery again." Arin and I shared a nod, pulling out a pair of smoke bombs which we quickly tossed to the ground, forming a white cloud around us and the agents. "I bet those smoke bombs aren't even licensed! Dispel the vapour!" Agent Allen ordered the other Administration workers as they fanned the smoke away with their paperwork. "They've completely disappeared!" Agent Underwood declared as we simply hid at the bottom of the raised work space they were still standing on before creeping over to and walking out through the back exit, "Impossible! It must be some kind of magic!" "Wow, they really are stupid," I muttered to my brother and Sora, the pair snickering slightly as they nodded in agreement, equally amused by the Agents as we snuck through a green door past a green mech that was pushing carts into an incinerator as we fled the building.