《Return to Ninjago (Book 2 of the Enchanted DVD Player tetralogy)》19
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Y/n's POV
"This is so cool!" Jay says as he floats in front of me. "I'm just like Fritz Donnegan! Fair isn't a word where I come from!"
I sigh and roll my eyes. When Lloyd and I grew up, I thought there wouldn't be anymore kids on the team, but I guess I was wrong; Jay is more childish than all of us put together.
"We're exiting the atmosphere!" Nya says, looking out the window. "It won't be long before we need to switch shuttles."
"Let's put these on," Cole suggests, handing out a spacesuit to everyone. "But wait... there's seven of us, but only six suits."
"Zane doesn't need one, boulder head," I say in a joking manner. "He's a robot."
"Ninja! Can you hear me?" Sensei says, his voice coming from the communicator on Zane.
"Loud and clear!" Zane answers.
"Remember, if you cannot change your circumstances, change yourself!" Sensei says.
"Really?" I say sarcastically. "You connected with us just to tell us that?"
"Good luck, ninja. Ninjago is counting on you."
—————timeskip———
"Oh, come on!" I exclaim as the nindroids appear from the top half of the rocket. "Why can't we have it easy just once?"
We had just climbed out of our shuttle and now we're trying to get up to the next one... but we're having some difficulties.
"Whoa!" Cole cries as his grip fails and he starts to float away.
"Hang on buddy!" Jay shouts. He ties a black line of tubing around his waist and jumps towards Cole. He does a few strokes forward, and succeeds in grabbing ahold of him.
The rest of us pull the tubing to get them back to the shuttle. Once we're all standing on the rocket again, Lloyd makes a shield with his energy to block the lasers the nindroids are firing, while the rest of us shoot our powers towards them. Now with a system to fight back, we are able to advance towards the nindroids, to the point where we're right at the door to the shuttle. With one final sweep of Zane's ice, all the nindroids are now floating helplessly in space.
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"Everybody get inside!" Lloyd exclaims, pulling up the hatch. "Wait—where's Cole?"
"Cole? He's right here," Kai states, but the place where he's looking has no sign of him.
"Oy! Turn around you lunatic!" I say, pulling him around and pointing. "He's floated away again!"
"Uh, guys?" Cole shouts, trying to pull through the air. "A little help?"
"On it," Nya says, shooting a swirl of water around him, which circles his waist. "Zane, now!"
Zane freezes the water, and then we're able to use the solid ice as a hook to pull our friend back in. I wonder if what we just did is actually possible in space, but I shake off the thought; practically nothing is impossible in Ninjago, even outside of the atmosphere.
"Space is no place for an earth ninja," I say as I grab his hand once he's close enough.
"Tell me about it," he agrees with a roll of his eyes.
"Come on guys, let's go!" Jay orders, and we all rush to get inside the spaceship.
——another timeskip (sorry—I'm lazy)——
"Owwww," I groan as I lift my head off the ground. The nindroids had just crash landed, and now we were all sprawled all over the rocky ground. The entire rocket had been destroyed, and pieces of it are scattered around everywhere.
"You okay?" Lloyd asks, helping me off the ground.
"I'm alive," I answer dully, bringing my hand up to my head. "I think."
"Is anybody hurt?" Zane asks.
Everybody is able to stand, so we were all in decent shape, considering the circumstances.
"Did anybody see which way the nindroids went?" Cole asks.
"There's some tire tracks leading this way," Nya notices, pointing down at the ground.
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"Well," I say with a shrug. "I guess we have to follow them."
——————-Time skip (again)———-
"No! Bad! Bad Glowey!" Jay cries, swatting at the glowing bugs.
"I told you not to touch them!" I shout over the buzz.
"Do not interact with the alien life," Pixal says through a communicator on Zane. "The parasites can eat through metal!"
"It's a little late for that!" Nya exclaims.
"Hey... remember what Sensei said?" Lloyd said. "If you can't change your circumstances, change your perspective!"
"Uh... I don't think that's what he said," I said, trying to recall his exact words.
"We shouldn't look at the parasites as our enemy," Lloyd continues, ignoring me. "But as a weapon!"
"They're getting away!" Cole yells, pointing at the nindroids hauling the golden mass away.
"Look, they left a truck behind!" Kai announces.
"Well, that's convenient," I say. "Let's go!"
We all climb into the vehicle, and race after the nindroids. The parasites follow us, but we make sure they're not eating the truck.
"Open the hatch!" I order, and once the glass is open, I jump out onto the top of the vehicle.
"Careful, y/n!" Lloyd cries.
Using the power of wind, I propel the bugs forward towards the nindroids's vehicles. They immediately start munching on the metal, and the trucks start to break down.
I start shooting blasts of y/e at the nindroids, but I also used the other new elements so I can practice. Scarlet gave me the power of all the other elements for a reason, and I want to be ready for anything.
"Need a hand?" Kai asks, joining me on the roof.
"Yeah, we can't let you have all the fun!" Jay adds.
Everyone comes up on the roof and uses their powers to knock the nindroids off the single remaining vehicle up ahead, but Lloyd stays behind the wheel.
"Uh, Lloyd?" Nya warns. "There's a cliff up ahead!"
"Yeah, I noticed!"
The truck turns to the side as it skids to a stop, but the nindroids' vehicle isn't as lucky. It topples over the edge, bringing the merged golden weapons with it.
We all race to the cliff to see what happened to them, and we're shocked to see the net tied around the golden ball is being lifted by several nindroids, and it's now flying through the air thanks to the robots' rocket boots.
"Looks like nindroids can adapt, too," a general taunts as they fly away.
"This isn't good," I say, watching them exit the atmosphere.
"Hey, if they aren't taking the rocket back, then we can pilot it ourselves!" Zane suggests.
"That's a great plan and all, but I think the parasites got to the ship first," Nya says, her tone lined with worry.
"Oh, no," Cole breathes, looking at the rocket being eaten by all the glowing bugs. "It's... destroyed."
"Ninja! Ninja, do you read?" Pixal asks.
"Yes, we hear you," Zane answers.
"The radar is picking up something entering the atmosphere. Are you on the shuttle?"
"No. They got away," Lloyd says sadly. "We're not coming home."
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