#Jay Imperial Walker

[scarlettclownose]

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theres a good dragons rising jay, does this mean he'll be like good bc idk

oh yea and two fnaf legos

[nya-defense-club]

The Main Players of Imperial AU

Cole:

Master of Earth

Hand of The Emperor

19

Cole was raised within the Imperial City due to being the son of an Imperial performer

Blasian (Japanese/West African)

Hopes the Imperial Palace has records of his mother, as he never really knew her due to his parents marriage being forbidden and illegal.

Zane:

Master of Ice

Hand of The Emperor

18

Zane was raised/built in Ninjago City due to [redacted]

Blasian (Chinese/Southern African)

He's aware he's a nindroid, but is unaware of why he was created, hopes that his position within the Royal Household and Imperial Army will allow him to investigate the mysteries of his past.

Kai:

Master of Fire

Hand of the Emperor

17

Kai raised Nya in Ignacia, looking after their parents' blacksmith

Southeast Asian (Filipino)

As he got older, he became more aware of the mysterious circumstances around his parents disappearance. With all the knowledge locked away in the Imperial Palace, he is beginning to wonder if there is more to the story than he knows, and if they may still be alive.

Jay:

Master of Electricity

Hand of The Emperor

16 (and a half!)

Jay was raised in his parents' scrapyard in the sea of sand

Wasian (Japanese/American)

Is terrified of his powers after an accident left both him and his father scarred and injured, which incidentally was also the reason he was recruited so young.

Nya:

Master of Water

Hand of The Emperor

15

Nya was raised by Kai in Ignacia, pursuing her education to better her family's circumstances

Southeast Asian (Filipino)

Is upset that her elemental outburst caused both her and Kai to be enlisted early, thus completely derailing her plans to help Kai. She does not want to be here.

Lloyd:

Master of [redacted]???

The Imperial Prince of the Ninjago Empire

8 (and a quarter!)

Raised in the Imperial Palace by his father and uncle

Japanese

Is irritated at the prospect of new minders, but excited for ones closer in age- possibly friends. He is very wary of his unstable powers.

[asherbakugou]

Okay, so this is a story i might write but I do want to get it out there and see if anyone is interested in reading it.

So the series would be about the previous two sets of Elemental Masters of Ninjago, since some got their Element earlier, others later, and its a whole jumbled mess. The main focus would be these characters.

Keahi Kalama, The Master of Fire, and known as the Wildfire Archer, for when his arrows strike they wrupt into flames. He is also known for using different pouches full of powder to change the color and deadliness of his fire and to make the smoke itself poisonous. (Father of Ray Kalama, Grandfather of Kai and Nya Kalama)

Jiang Daiyu, the Master of Water, and known as the Tide-Bringer for she swept an army from the beach when they threatened her home village. She prefers to use a fishing spear as a weapon, simply because she knows how to use it best, and she is one of the strongest Elemental Masters of the Alliance. (Mother of Jiang Mei Lien (Maya), Grandmother of Kai and Nya Kalama)

Gerald D'Angelo, the Master of Earth, and known as the Shield for his control in forming shields to defend his allies. Most commonly seen using a massive war hammer to manipulate the earth and is naturally strong, breaking bones in a single punch. (Father of Lilly D'Angelo, Grandfather of Cole Brookstone)

Aspen, the Master of Ice, and known as the Bringer of Winter for he rarely is seen during missions in summer but once he begins being seen it means winter is coming. Used two long blades coated in poison that left his enemies rotting but frostbitten, striking fear into the hearts of his enemies. (Unknown relation to Zane Julien)

Petir, the Master of Lightning, and known as the Blue Serpent for his powerful strikes using the Imperial Adder fighting style. So fast, very few of his oppenents stand a chance when facing him outright even when they outmatch him in strength because he has experience and speed. No known weapons used. (Father of Lyn, Grandfather of Jay Walker)

Eteri, the Master of Wind, and known as Tempest for in battle she could summon massive tornadoes that left gouges in Ninjago still seen in modern day geography. Rarely every used weapons, but carried Tessens, war fans, with sharp blades in case her element became disabled or she needed to fight without it. One of the strongest members of the Elemental Alliance. (Mother of Morro)

Aryan, the Master of Smoke, and known as the Ghost Samurai, for his ability to turn himself to smoke and travel quickly made people believe he was a ghost. A samurai that teamed up with the Elemental Alliance, because they were being threatened by the Emperor of Ninjago. Wore black armor and had a sword passed down to him that was still as sharp as the day it had been forged. (Father of Morro)

And Garmadon.

I wanted to do a series about how Elemental Masters weren't trusted or revered until recent years and that's why Morro never used his Element on the streets. It would show the Emporer basically deciding he wanted all elemental masters dead, not understanding very well that the elements would simply pass on, and sent out his army creating a period of war and strife.

A lot of the secondary Elemental Masters stayed in hiding with Wu, who did not wish to fight, while Garmadon led his own group to fight back and try to force the Emporer to leave them alone.

The main characters though would be Eteri and Aryan, Morro's parents, and we would see what happened leading up to him being 'abandoned' in Jamanakai at the base of Wu's Monastery. I thought it would be interesting to explore if his parents did not actually abandon him but circumstances happened and he ended up alone.

Parts of the story would flash forward to when Garmadon is talking of his old friends, finally sharing the information all of the ninja wanted before revealing Morro's parentage. (He's there because he's trying to redeem himself.)

So, what do you think?

[only-lonely-stars]

Title Drabbles (3 - Dangerous Choices)

[One] // [Two] // [Three - you are here!] // [Four] – (FFN) (AO3)

Prompt:

Prompt: "Dangerous Choices." (Requested by neon-oreo4)

Safety: n. The condition of being safe; freedom from danger, risk, or injury.

If you were to read that definition to Jay Imperial Walker, he would laugh at you. What else was he supposed to do? Life was never safe for him, even if he wasn't a ninja. Safety was boring.

Now, risk… risk was fun. Risk was jumping headfirst into battle. Risk was testing a glider yourself, instead of with a crash test dummy. Risk was making dangerous choices, and if that wasn't fun, then Jay would eat his hat. (Not that he had a hat. Hats weren't his style.)

Jay shook himself from his thoughts. He stood on the edge of an apartment building's roof, looking down at his intended flight path to the next roof over. He'd built a glider, years ago, but it had broken when he crashed through a billboard. Before he could even think about repairing it, Master Wu had recruited him, and that was that. Now he was trying again, with better materials and inadvised faith in his engineering skills. What could go wrong?

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...As it turned out, many things could go wrong.

The leap off the edge of the building was easy. His canvas wings caught the air, giving lift and carrying him. The mechanical frame didn't creak or snap, despite only being made of steel.

Jay cried out in joy as he closed the hundred yard distance. The first test was going to be a success! He just had to pull up before he crashed into the roof...

Ten seconds later, Jay fell onto the roof of the shorter building feet-first, barely skidding to a stop as he fell face-forward onto the concrete surface, slamming his hands into it.

"...Ow…"

Okay, maybe he should've made a soft landing pad first.

After a minute of recovery, he sat up, groaning. He checked the wings– they were undamaged, and he cheered. "YES! Test one is a success!"

Maybe Jay's choices were dangerous… but maybe that was the point.

[hezzabeth]

"I believe in everything," Jay replied firmly.

"Do you believe in everything? Do you even believe that the tundras of Mars are haunted by Vetala possessing the bodies of early Mars pioneers?" Sugafana asked.

"Well, I've never been there, but it's a big universe. Anything is possible," Jay replied as they reached the top of the hill, revealing the city.

MangalRajyapura, the capital city of Mangalrajya, glowed before them. Spiraling towers in the shape of human hands, created using Martian jasper and solid gold, waved towards the sky. Tiny machine-like droids buzzed around the fingertips like drunken butterflies. And below it all lay the paper-card slum towns for the humans who remained.

"I haven't been back since the purge," Jay remarked, and Sugafana briefly glanced at him.

"I thought you grew up in a village?" Sugafana asked.

"I did, a cloud village," Jay remarked, gesturing upwards at the sky.

"Oh," Sugafana replied flatly.

During the second year of the war, the cloud villages unified to block off the sun, cutting off appliances from solar-powered batteries. A legion of dehumidifiers attacked, sucking up all the clouds' vapor. Thousands perished as they rained from the sky. It was known as the Day of Red Rain. The cloud villages were destroyed by a militia of smart dehumidifiers that sucked up the clouds within seconds.

"Is that why you make me do all the ice deliveries?" Sugafana asked as Jay began to run his hand over the baby's head.

"It's hard to appreciate the imperial gardens when you once saw the trees covered in blood," Jay replied.

"Most of the imperial gardens have been converted into kinetic movement pads. The government insisted when it started to look like the volcanic winter would last another decade," Sugafana explained to Jay.

"Do you ever wonder what the world would be like if Mount Olympus had never erupted?" Jay suddenly asked.

"Yes, most likely the sun never would have been blocked, and there would have been enough sunlight for all the plants and power batteries. It would have been a lovely fairytale where nobody is forced to spend hours walking to generate electricity for homicidal hairdryers," Sugafana said.

"Wow, you really did think it through," Jay remarked.

"I taught speculative interdimensional history. There's probably at least a thousand universes where none of this ever happened," Sugafana said as they slowed down, approaching a checkpoint just in front of the city gates.

"That would be depressing. I would miss talking to you every day," Jay replied.

"You wouldn't even know me, you wouldn't miss me at all," Sugafana pointed out as they pulled to a stop.

It was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays, Sugafana always made sure to approach turnstile number four.

"Afternoon, Radiantguard," Sugafana said to a white hard-shell mask glowing a faint red color.

"Good afternoon, human Sugafana! Are you here to make ice deliveries?" Radiantguard chirped, floating towards the pod's windows.

"As far as Sugafana could tell, Radiantguard had been built as an artificially intelligent UV light face cleaning mask. 'Not today; this is my baby, I need to bring her in for a check-up and to get kinetic pads installed in her feet,' Sugafana lied, gesturing towards Jay.

"And is this your family unit partner?" Radiantguard chirped.

"Yes," Sugafana lied swiftly.

"Anything to declare for customs?"

"Nope," Sugafana said, this time telling the truth.

"Very good! Please turn on your kinetic feet implants and enjoy the city," Radiantguard giggled before floating off.

"That was surprisingly easy! I heard the appliances vaporized refugee humans at checkpoints," Jay whispered to Sugafana as they drove through the tunnel heading into the outskirts of the city.

"Oh, they do! But they're so desperate for walkers they'll let anyone in that looks mostly harmless," Sugafana explained as the tunnel vanished, and the vehicle suddenly stopped with a faint groaning sound.

"Is that supposed to happen?" Jay asked.

"Yep, the appliances want everyone to walk everywhere! It's why they burn down the teleportation hub whenever they catch humans using it," Sugafana explained as she opened the pod's door and climbed out.

"Luckdown trash and treasure markets," Jay said, reading a filthy sign hanging from a half-bent streetlight. The road before them was a depressing smidge of crowded cracked grey concrete, surrounded by black, partially destroyed buildings. Next to the rubble, people worked at makeshift market stands, selling small containers of creation sand, bits of old junk, and piles of rags. Around them, shoppers moved in a bustling, drab pattern, talking amongst themselves. No one was standing still; people eating snacks purchased from a vendor were walking around in circles. The ladies gossiping next to an empty fountain were also shuffling their feet in a funny dance. Even the vendors shifted from side to side, their feet pounding on the pavement.

Sugafana walked to the back of the pod, and with a hiss, it opened, revealing four bags of snow cubes.

"I thought we weren't making deliveries," Jay asked, balancing the baby against his chest.

"This is strictly bribery ice. Now let's get walking! We're heading to the end of the market," Sugafana informed Jay as she picked up a bag of snow cubes and slung it over their shoulder.

There was a sudden whistling sound.

"Move your feet," Sugafana hissed at Jay as a flying electric toothbrush suddenly appeared from behind one of the market stalls. One of the vendors had stopped shuffling for a moment, an older man trying to sell bruised kiwi fruit.

"Third movement violation," the toothbrush chimed.

There was no time for protests, no screaming, no shouting. There was a blinding flash, and the vendor was gone.

"Haree Ram!" Jay shrieked.

"I said keep walking," Sugafana merely replied, pushing him forward.

No one protested, no one whispered. It was as if the vendor had never existed at all.

By the time they reached the end of the tiny grim alley, stepping out into a blinding clean plaza, appliances were zooming about a massive fountain in the shape of a hairdresser. The air was filled with the chirping drone of washing machines and music players gossiping to each other in their hidden language of beeps and whistles. Glass-fronted shops opened up into the street, selling inhuman things such as "designer surface decals," "premium color spray paint," and gold wheel rims. Above it all, there was a racing track surrounded by glass, where fit muscular humans in jumpsuits ran around in infinite circles.

"Marathon runners, they move so much the appliances pay them," Sugafana explained.

[elocine25]

Do Celebrities Owe Us Anything ?

I love Beyonce just like the rest of you. I actually think there might be something wrong with you if you don't like her. I'm kidding. Ok maybe I'm not, but whether you like her or not that's not the point here.

The point is, is she (and celebrities like her) required to participate in advocacy ? I will not be answering that question per se, I'll leave it up to you instead.

Beyonce and her art has always been undeniably Black AF. Well, I can confidently say her work has mirrored the Black Liberation aesthetic since 2016. Beyonce stood on top of cop cars with her fist hoisted in the air in her Formation music video, she went to the Super Bowl dressed as a Black Panther and she proclaims in her joint album with Jay Z, "Bitch I'm Malcolm X!" on Black Effect. Examples of Beyonce using the likeness of Civil Rights leaders and Black Liberation is pretty perceptible in Lemonade, Everything Is Love, and in her latest album Renaissance, which specifically amplifies the black queer experience.

I almost forgot her most blatant example of using Black aesthetics, is her "love letter to Africa." (that in and of itself deserves its own post)

Anyway, I mentioned all of these things because fans and haters alike, are disappointed in Beyonce's screening of Renaissance in Israel. Beyonce, as of yet, has made no comment on the genocide taking place in occupied Palestine.

The reason why Beyonce was even mentioned in this on going conversation is because of her use of the Black Liberation aesthetic. People are wondering if commodification of liberation or the aesthetics of it is good enough to be depicted in art alone or should artists actually practice what they preach/sing?

As a reminder, Malcolm X and other Civil Rights leaders, adamantly supported Palestine and even Alice Walker prevented The Color Purple from being translated to Hebrew (to avoid distribution to Israel).

To some, Beyonce's silence is deafening and ironic.

It's important to keep in mind that Black and Queer Liberation is ultimately tied to Palestinian Liberation. The common enemy is white supremacy and imperialism, which is important to not lose sight of.

So with all of that being said, should people with unimaginable influence advocate for those quite literally undergoing a genocide or is the aesthetics of the art good enough?

The bigger question is, can we as a society simply let the art that celebrities make just be art?

[couldtheywieldmjolnir]

My my, was not this a surprisingly controversial candidate! But we shall get to that. Jay Walker (I once heard his middle name was Imperial?) Is on the same team of ninja that Lloyd Garmadon is, but in the capacity of Master of Lightning. It was thought he may be the perfect fit-- indeed, he seemed to think so. But after a few moments of fruitless tugging, it became clear that Mjolnir would not budge. Jay proceeded to laugh awkwardly and ask if we could send him home. A pity he could NOT lift Mjolnir, but it appears the matter was hotly debated by rebloggers...

[cap10frogguy]

Tenth Anniversary recap

So, as my little celebration of the Ninjago 10 Year Anniversary, here’s a little recap of every single season, including the pilots and a few bonuses. I also added totally arbitrary scoring based on my own preferences. Ready? Here we go!

The Pilots:

Local man joins gang to save sister, gains awesome powers and dragons along the way. Featuring the Wise Old Mentor(C) and Generic Evil Overlord(C), as well as FIYAH, the main character with a firey temper, AT-AT, blue guy with motor mouth, Frosty, local “real boy” who is super aloof, and Bucket of Rocks, who is the “leader” and has a personality like a rock. Is that a compliment? You decide!

Choppy animation and okay storytelling, but excellent characterization creates a surefire laugh fest!

0/0, they were trying their hardest, so no ranking for you.

Season 1: Rise of the Snakes

Ninja team angers young and bratty boy, who unleashes snake army. Prophecy threatens to tear the team apart at the seams with contests to prove who is better. Winner ends up being FIYAH’s sister, but instead of becoming The Chosen One(C), young and bratty boy (henceforth known as Green Angst) gets the title. 

Animation is slightly better, and the storytelling style leads to an okay season.

3/13, Room for improvement.

Season 2: Legacy of the Green Ninja

Green Angst gains superpowers, ages up, and beats up his dad, who has become possessed with evil. Plot of Return of the Jedi ensues, dad is good, and everything wraps up. 

Thinking this was going to be the last season, the showrunners pulled out all the stops, and it shows. Good job!

5/13, This makes a good ending.

SIKE

Season 3: Rebooted

Series tries to pick up where they left off. Unnecessary love triangles and robot battles ensue. Frosty dies, totally for realsies. 

The whole atmosphere feels a bit rushed, and about half of the story is there for unneeded drama.

1/13, did not age well.

Season 4: Tournament of Elements

In stunning turn of events, Frosty is not dead. Ninja must battle in hunger games in order for Colonel Sanders to release him. FIYAH develops a crush on his daughter. 

A fun season with quippy writing and tons of lore, it works really well!

8/13, this season ages wonderfully.

Season 5: Possession

Ghosts are a thing now! Green Angst gets possessed, and so the ninja must learn ghost fighting to fight ghosts. Also, FIYAH’s sister (From now on called Water Girl) gains water powers. 

While a neat story concept, the fact that Water Girl has only NOW been told about her powers kinda starts to weaken the story for me.

4/13, could do better.

...

...

Oh, and Bucket of Rocks is a ghost now. But the writers don’t care, so lets move on.

Season 6: Skybound

AT-AT gets a season, where he had to battle a genie pirate while Water Girl tries to be a Strong Independent Woman(C) despite the love triangle fiasco. Season ends up retconning itself out of existence. 

While a good season pre-redesign, some of the story choices cause it to feel a bit drawn out in hindsight.

6/13, a fun season concept.

Day of the Departed:

Bucket of Rocks cant catch enough of a break to get a season, gets Halloween-ish special instead. In it, he becomes No Longer A Ghost. Hooray for... writing? 

There’s not much to say about this one, it is what it is, and for a while, this was the only content we got centered around good ol Bucket of Rocks.

0/0, a ranking of this one wouldn’t be fair.

Season 7: Hands of Time

Angst! Drama! Time Travel! Technology jokes! Old Mentor is dying from Too Many Secrets, so Green Angst must lead team. FIYAH and Water Girl find their parents. I bet that’ll be important later!

The story feels choppy, and leaves a lot of threads hanging. It’s still fun, but less so that what came before and what comes after.

2/13: Guys, you had one job.

Season 8: Sons of Garmadon

The ninja get a facelift, and Green Angst gets a girlfriend! Guess which one is permanent. Evil Ex summons Evil Overlord(C) 2.0, causing Green Angst to loose Green and gain Angst.

The animation bump is stellar, the new voice actor for Green Angst really shines, and the story, while not new by any stretch, is filled with plenty of twists and turns.

9/13, Stellar Season.

Season 9: Hunted

The OG 4 in Mad Max on one hand, while Green Angst and Water Girl resist against tyrannical overbearing ruler on the other. Now with even more daddy issues, inspiring speeches, and of course, ANGST.

The storytelling and atmosphere increases in quality, and the show does a good job of balancing angst and hope. Also, then end is really cool. 

12/13, Great Atmosphere.

Season 10/March of the Oni

Everyone teams up to stop faceless CGI army! Wait, does that count if everything is CGI?

There’s not much to say on this one either. It feels both too short and too fast, and many of the story beats don’t hit like they should.

(6 1/2) / 13, Pretty OK.

Season 11 pt 1: The Fire Chapter

Local team gets lazy, unleashes witch, FIYAH looses fire, Frosty dies again. OR DOES HE!?

Even better animation, and the voice actors are really having fun for this season onwards. It’s one of the weakest of the newer seasons, but the shorter episode time helps every episode pack a punch.\

7/13, Would recommend as a starter season.

Season 11 pt 2: The Ice Chapter

Frosty becomes Frostbite and commits genocide. Is redeemed by power of friendship and amnesia. Let’s move on.

Character development, great moments, and thought provoking storytelling!? This season has all that AND a good grasp on the aesthetic!

10/13, Please forgive Frosty. He didn’t mean it.

Season 12: Prime Empire

AT-AT gets his own season again, enacts plot of Tron Legacy, but better! Also, Frosty becomes a detective.

The obligitory videogame plot is done really well. Lots of fun is poked at videogame mechanics and it makes for a quippy and fast paced season. Just like AT-AT! 

11/13, videogame movie(?) done right. 

Season 13: Master of the Mountain

Bucket of Rocks finally gains own season, proves that he is the best character. Gains a best friend and beats her dad in combat. 

Beautiful set pieces, awesome character development, lore, jokes, and heartfelt moments, I consider this to be the single best season of the newer ones, and possibly even the whole show. 

13/13, amazing season

BONUS!

The Lego Ninjago movie:

Kung Fu High School AU with a dash of Star Wars. Different from the series? Sure. Super fun? Absolutely!

8 out of 10 Meowthras.

Wu’s Teas:

Wise Old Mentor(C) opens teashop. Shenanigans ensue.

10 out of 10, if you don’t laugh at at least one, something is wrong.

[shainlov]

Kai hc:

Kai is the shortest in the group. He's 168 cm.

Lloyd was 165 cm for a while but nowadays he's 173 cm and Kai has short person complex.

He's salty.

Nya is like 171.

Jay 174.

Cole is 178.

Zane is a whole ass 185 if he wants to. If Kai annoys him, he uses this as emotional warfare.

[thelordofdarkreunion]

The Worst Planet in the Universe

The “humans are weird/earth is space Australia” stories that are quite famous here usually have aliens reacting to how they think humanity or Earth is really strange and bizarre.  So, I got an idea: what if people could react not to Earth, but to one of the singular worst planets in all of science fiction?  Here, we have some of the characters of the Magnificent Scoundrels reacting to the planet of Krieg and its infamous Death Korps from Warhammer 40k.  

Death Korps is pronounced “death core” not “death corpse.”   Jeicher is pronounced the German way, as “yay-cur”, not “jai-cher.”  

“In life, war.  In death, peace.  In life, suffering.  In death, atonement.”  -Final litany of the Litany of Sacrifice, recited by the Guardsmen of the Death Korps of Krieg when entering battle

The shuttle slipped through the dead and polluted atmosphere, shields raised to their fullest capacity to avoid the boiling streaks of orange lightning.  The occupants of the shuttle stared warily out the window, still nervous even though their craft was in the hands of some of the best pilots in the universe.  

“I still don’t understand why we’re here,” said Commissar Cain from a strapped-in seat in the shuttle’s rear.  

“Well, we’re visiting planets from each other’s galaxies,” replied Admiral Vir from the cockpit as he and Solo desperately tried to avoid the lighting.  

“Yeah, I know that,” snapped back Cain.  “What I don’t understand is why we’re here.  Out of all the planets in the galaxy, you pick this one.”  

“You wanted to know more about populous Imperial Guard regiment homeworlds, and you said Krieg sounded like an interesting name,” muttered Solo as a particularly large blast lit up the cockpit window.  “Starting to regret that now?”

“I most certainly am!” screamed Dr. Kril from inside the heavy clear plastic compartment designed to hold him when accompanying Vir off the Omen.  “And I thought Earth was a death world!”  

“Radiation levels are approaching 3,700 roentgan,” said Vir, crisply reading off the cockpit instruments.  

“We’re all gonna die,” wailed Kril.  

The shuttle’s communication system crackled to life, and a dry, toneless voice sounded over it. 

“Shuttle B-77401, you are clear of the storm in twenty seconds.  Please proceed to landing pad RT-556 at coordinates 66579.  Radiation levels on ground are currently 1,500 roentgan.”  

“I remember reading up on your horrible human disasters, and that’s the level of radiation the Chernobyl disaster had right next to the plant as the fires were still going!” screeched Kril.  “I will not be stepping foot on this planet!  If you have a death wish, that's fine with me, but I won’t be leaving the shuttle!”  He crossed his arms and sat against the container wall.  Vir and Solo didn’t have time to respond.

“Breaking storm now.”  The lightning and horrible, swirling grey clouds cleared, only to reveal a scene of utter devastation.  The land below was an endless expanse of grey and brown.  Entire swaths of earth were covered with grey dust.  Other areas were endless seas of irradiated mud, with ancient and rusted barbed wire, empty concrete bunkers, and long abandoned and corroded gun emplacements sticking out from the infinite brown.  A few ossified trees, long dead, peeked up in places, the only signs of life, or what was once life, on the planet.  

“What happened here?” murmured Vir.  

“A tale of tragedy, and betrayal,” replied Cain softly.  “Once upon a time, some 1,500 years ago, Krieg was a massive city world.  The ruling oligarchy decided to turn their backs on the Emperor and rebel against the Imperium of Man.  The commander of the loyalist Guard forces decided that if the Imperium couldn’t have the planet, no one would.  But despite the unleashing of a stash of Dark Age nuclear weapons, the people of Krieg survived, and loyalist fought traitor in a five hundred year long war in the trenches of the wastes.”  The shuttle was silent, imagining how horrible such a war would be.  This singular civil war, on this singular planet, eclipsed even the most horrible of fights from most of their home galaxies.  “Eventually, the loyalists won, and rejoined the Imperium.  Ever since, the people of Krieg have fought in the deadliest of Imperial warzones to repent for their ancient betrayal.”  

“Wait, wait, wait.  There are people that live here?  This isn’t just a military base?” asked an incredulous Solo.

“Yes,” replied Cain.  “They live in massive underground cities, safely shielded from the worst of the radiation aboveground.” 

“My god… there aren’t really words to describe that,” said Vir.  

“Shuttle B-77401, you are cleared for landing,” came the voice of the controller.  “Please wear radiation-proof suits.  Commissar Jeicher will be present along with an honor guard to escort you.”   The brown of mud gave way to a large, circular landing pad sunk into Krieg’s dead earth.  The pad led to a set of stairs, travelling down into a set of heavy, sealed double doors, leading even further down into the ruined planet’s crust.  On the pad were two figures, clad in greatcoats and gasmasks, flanked by a double line of soldiers.  Vir and Solo set the shuttle down.  

In the back, Cain had already pulled the hood of a radiation-proof bodysuit over his head, and attached an anachronistic looking gasmask.  Over this, he donned an old and tattered Commissarial cap and greatcoat.  Vir and Solo also donned much more modern-looking gas masks over their bodysuits, and went to the shuttle’s rear as Kril screeched about the dangers of radiation.  With the quick press of a button, they activated the airlock and stepped onto the surface of the ruined planet.  

Thunder rumbled ominously in the distance as they stepped down the shuttle ramp and came face to face with what they presumed to be Commissar Jeicher.  He was wearing the same outfit as Cain, a Commissar’s cap and greatcoat covering his bodysuit and gas mask.  Behind him was a double rank of soldiers, wearing grey greatcoats and gas masks, clutching their las rifles in the ‘present arms’ position.  Next to Jeicher stood another figure, hands clasped neatly behind their back.  This one was dressed in much fancier boots, and wore a cuirassier’s breastplate.  A brown greatcoat was draped over the figure's shoulders, and Vir assumed it to be an officer.  Jeicher reached out to shake each of the trio’s hands in turn.  

“Admiral Vir.  Captain Solo.  Commissar Cain.  A pleasure to have you on Krieg.  I am Commissar Jeicher, and this is Captain Kust,” he said, pointing to the officer behind him.  Kust offered a single, curt nod.  “You wished to have a tour of the planet, and to see it’s capacity for making war.  I can assure you, gentlemen, that Krieg is one of the finest planets in the Imperium in that regard.  I trust you will not be disappointed.”  As he said this, Jeicher led them down the path leading away from the shuttle and towards the underground tunnels.  As they walked, a series of flashes lit up the horizon, followed by the booming of thunder.  Jeicher raised a gloved hand and gestured in the general direction of the noise.

“About twenty kilometers in that direction, we have the artillery and live-fire drills of the soon to be 712th Death Korps Regiment.  It is the be the newest regiment coming into Imperial service, and the thirtieth Death Korps regiment raised this month.  They will soon be shipping out to Warzone Viclius in the Segmentum Pacificus to break a massive ork siege of the Viclius sector.”  They reached the end of the twin lines of troopers.  

“Right shoulder, arms!” yelled Kust, her voice (Vir could tell it was a ‘her’ underneath the mask now) managing to carry through both her mask and Krieg’s stormy atmosphere.  “Left face!”  The Korpsmen spun to face the heavy blast doors in perfect synchronicity.  Jeicher inputted some sort of code, and, with a great creaking and grinding of metal, the doors slid open.  “Forward, march!”  

The group, followed by the honour guard, stepped into a large white room.  As the doors closed behind them, various nozzles sprayed radiation-retardant foam onto them.  The airlock process completed, the heavy set of double doors in front of them opened.  Despite the decontamination, no one took their masks off.

The halls were quite familiar to Vir, but unlike anything he’d seen as a civilization.  They were long, emotionless white and grey concrete bunker systems, lit by cheap yellow bulbs that still allowed him to see perfectly well.  Endless, emotionless bunker halls.  It saddened him.  What a terrible way to live and grow up.  

Through the long walkways, they passed seemingly thousands of Korpsmen, all wearing grey greatcoats, and staring from behind emotionless gas masks.   They all blurred into one, and Vir was grateful that at least Jeicher, Kust, and their honor guard he could pick out from the crowd.  

They reached another large double blast door, and the two Korpsmen standing guard outside snapped to attention.  The group walked through, only for the three offworlders to stop short.  The entire left half of the hallway was a massive clear window.  Far beneath them, a full division of Death Korps Guardsmen marched through an utterly massive, hangar-sized underground hallway.  It was an endless tide of grey coats and gas masks, the thud of their boots echoing up even past the glass of the observation deck.  Tanks rolled past, along with smaller, two legged armored walkers.  

“That’s the 122nd Siege Army.  Newly formed.  They’re shipping out to the southern part of Segmentum Ultima today,” said Jeicher.  He made another motion, and the group, still followed by Kust and her honor guard, left the observation room.  

They walked through more hallways, still stark and emotionless, until they got to another double door.  This area of tunnels and bunkers seemed to have more Korpsmen around.  Officers, wearing their higher, more polished boots and cuirassiers’ breastplates.  The double doors opened, revealing a much more polished and refined room, made mostly out of metal.  Computers clung to the walls, and workstations were filled with Death Korps soldiers, red-robed cybernetic tech-priests, and unmasked commissars.  

 “This is the central command room of this section of Krieg’s underground cities,” said Jeicher, continuing the tour.  “All the regiments and supplies that are raised and produced in section Alpha-Gamma-551 are tracked here.  As you can see, we have more than enough to outfit the two regiments this sector is raising.”  They went through the room, through another series of hallways, and down multiple sets of solid but plain corrugated steel stairs.  

“Here we have the underground munitions factories of Krieg,” said Jeicher, gesturing through another glass panel on an observation deck.  This time, the windows led onto an utterly massive factory floor.  Conveyor belts led to unknown machines, and churned out endless numbers of what seemed to be artillery shells.  “As you can see, everything is completely on schedule.”  Vir noticed workers, all wearing heavy grey suits and gas masks below.  Some of them seemed to be… off, and it took a moment for him to realize precisely why. 

“Wait a minute… are those children?” he wheeled around and demanded at Jeicher.  He was met with the empty lenses of a gas mask.

“Yes,” replied Jeicher.  “I do realize that many off-worlders not of the Munitorum or Mechanicus find the practice… distasteful, but-”

“Distasteful doesn’t even begin to cover it.  More like abhorrent,” snarled Vir.  

“If you cannot fight, you must serve,” intoned Kust.  “All infertile males serve in the Death Korps.  Most fertile males and infertile females serve in the Death Korps.  Most fertile females and some fertile males serve in the munitions factories.  Children cannot go to waste,” she finished, rattling off the practices of Krieg in a completely toneless voice.  Vir looked like he was about to explode.  Cain put a hand on his shoulder, and nodded towards the honor guard and their las guns.  Noticing the mood in the room, Jeicher went on.

“I think it’s best if we go on,” he said.  The group followed him through another set of hallways, and when Kust was out of earshot, Jeicher spoke to the trio of newcomers.  

“Please don’t antagonize the Kriegers,” he said.  “That’s why they have commissars, actually.  To ease the transition between them and any allied forces.” “They deserve to die,” hissed Vir, still shaking with rage.  Jeicher gave a mirthless laugh.

“Oh, they do.  Their entire purpose, their entire existence, is to die in the Emperor’s wars.  They want this.”

“Why?” asked Solo.  “Why would anyone want this?”

“They are driven by one of the most powerful motivators in the world.  Not anger, not love, not faith, but shame.  Shame of their ancient rebellion.  In the Emperor’s service, the Death Korps will pay any price.”  

The group reached another viewing balcony.  This one overlooked a much smaller room, where a group of children in grey overcoats drilled with small las carbines.  Vir clenched his fist in rage, but said nothing.  

“Present arms!” yelled an adult and fully uniformed drill sergeant from behind his gas mask.  The children held out their weapons in front of them, many with as much or even more precision than Vir had seen of new GA marine recruits.  Most of them looked to be no older than six or seven, making the workers in the factory even younger… 

No.  He did not want to think about that.  

The drill instructor moved along the line of recruits (or children, if you were fortunate enough to not be raised in a post-apocalyptic militaristic hellhole, thought Vir.)  The instructor spun and glared at one of the cadets.  

“P-44271930,” he stated.

“Yes, sir!” replied the cadet, with the enthusiasm of a fresh recruit.

“What is your duty, P-44271930?” asked the instructor.  

“To serve the Emperor’s will,” replied the cadet.

“And what is the Emperor’s will?” queried the instructor.

“That we fight and die!”  Vir clenched down so hard he crushed the balcony bar in the viewing room.

“What is death?” asked the instructor.

“It is our duty!” replied the cadet.  The instructor nodded.  

“Very good, P-44271930.”  He took a step back.  “Right shoulder, arms!”  Vir looked at Jeicher.

“They’re calling them by their serial numbers at that young of an age?” he asked, still fuming.  Jeicher inwardly cringed.  He suspected the esteemed Admiral would not like what came next.  

“They don’t have names,” said Kust, with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.  

“What?” asked Vir, in a ‘please, do try my patience’ tone.  

“None of us have names,” replied Kust.  

“You have a name,” pointed out Vir. 

“You only get a name if you survive long enough to become an officer,” replied Kust.  

“Really?”  Vir wheeled around to face the leader of the honor guard.  “What’s your name?” he asked.

“YH-5577933,” replied the man, in a completely emotionless voice.  Vir threw his hands in the air, completely done.

“Fine.”  He nodded at Jeicher.  “Continue the tour,” he snapped.  Jeicher nodded, and motioned them on.  I have to get off this place as soon as possible, thought Vir.  This is… beyond anything I thought possible.

I hope you enjoyed it.  I find Krieg and the Death Korps are one of the most interesting groups in science fiction.  Motivated by shame, they represent the worst humanity could ever become.  However, they are utter badasses in battle.  If you aren’t afraid to die, you can pull of some pretty heroic things.  If you have any questions, comments, criticisms, concerns, requests, or want me to continue this story, please tell me!  Have a great day!

It should be noted, of course, I do not own any of these characters.  Vir and Kril belong to starr-fall-knight-rise, Cain belongs to Games Workshop, and Solo belongs to Disney.

[dysfunctional-lego-ninja]

Into the Sword Again

Prime Empire Jaya oneshot - alternate ending to Episode 12: Stop, Drop, and Sidescroll (1464 words)

Nya and Jay didn’t leave the fighting arena right away. While Jay had taken the Yellow Key-Tana, he didn’t move for the end of the level. “I . . . I need a minute.”

He moved away from her, back to the doors to the level leading into the level. Finding the doors still operable, albeit leading to nothingness, he sat down in the open doorway, letting his legs dangle over the edge and into the cyber void. Concerned, Nya followed him.

“Jay?” She sat down next to her husband. “You okay?”

Jay sighed, absently running his fingers across the Key-Tana blade. “Not really,” he admitted quietly.

Nya wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head into his shoulder. “It’s about Nadakhan, isn’t it?”

The young man put the blade back into his inventory. He nodded. “Those who don’t learn from history are doomed to repeat it. I wish I’d learned that before getting tangled up in this stupid video game.”

He slumped forward, resting his elbows on his thighs and his chin in his hands. “I just . . . I ran right into another dumb decision. And people all over Ninjago are getting hurt―including our team―because of my mistake. Even if no one but me and you remember it, I still feel guilty for the damage Nadakhan caused. And now . . . it’s happening all over again.”

Nya gently stroked Jay’s hair, holding him close. “You didn’t know that Prime Empire would turn into this, babe,” she said quietly. “While you could have been more cautious, you didn’t know what the game would do―none of us did. Any one of us could have made the same mistake.”

“But anyone didn’t―it was me―again.” There was a tremor in Jay’s voice. “This is the second time I let an unstoppable force loose onto Ninjago―the second time I had to watch the team get picked off one by one―and the second time I could do nothing to stop it.” A tear slid down his cheek. “Sometimes . . . I just . . . I just want to . . . I just want to wish it all away.”

“James Imperial Walker. Look at me.” Nya firmly turned Jay’s head toward her, clasping his cheeks in both hands. Her gray eyes smoldered in a way that anyone would have found terrifying―including Jay had he been in a different frame of mind. “Don’t you dare say that―don’t you ever say that you want to wish it all away―”

The Water Ninja’s anger extinguished itself just as quickly as it had flared up. Tears sprung unbidden to her eyes, now racked with pain. “Babe, please . . . don’t say that. I know it’s hard, but you’re better than that. You resisted Nadakhan under torture, even when you didn’t know whether you’d be rescued. Even with everything we’ve experienced, none of us have gone through the kind of physical and mental trauma he put you through, and yet here you are―still bearing the burden of those memories and managing to carry on with a smile on your face.”

More tears trickled silently down Jay’s face. “I can’t keep faking it. . .”

“Your smile isn’t always fake.” Nya thumbed away his tears. “I know you well enough to know when you’re truly happy. Which is a lot more often than you might realize.” She gently ran a hand through his curls. “I can hear it in your laugh―and I can see it in your smile.” A soft, sad smile of her own lifted the corners of her mouth. “Your sweet, innocent smile that I love so much. How do you do it?”

“Do what?” Jay quietly slid his hand over hers, resting his cheek in her palm.

“How can you be so childlike and so mature at the same time?” Nya gazed tenderly into his blue eyes. “You act so silly and kiddish, but you can be as confident, brave, and wise a leader as Lloyd or Cole.”

“I don’t know. . .” Jay murmured, looking down at his knees. “It’s not something I do on purpose.”

Nya’s slender fingers entwined themselves in his auburn curls. Her other hand gently tilted his chin up, her eyes meeting his again. “You’re so strong, Jay,” she said softly, admiring his face with a tender gaze. “Stronger than you’re willing to let on or believe yourself.”

“I don’t feel strong.” Jay couldn’t look at his wife. “Strong men don’t . . . you know. . .”

“It’s the strongest men that do cry, sweetheart.” Nya leaned forward and gently kissed his tearstained cheek. “It takes a lot of courage to express these kinds of feelings openly. There can be a lot of strength in being vulnerable.” As she spoke, she felt the urge to look away herself. “I wish I could do that as easily as you.”

Jay was quiet for a moment. Then, with a deep breath, he lifted his hand to Nya’s cheek. “You’re strong in your own ways, my love. While I might have been able to persevere through Nadakhan’s manipulation, you died because of him. But you faced that end with so much courage. And it’s fueled you. You’ve said so yourself before that you fight even harder to keep us―and yourself―from suffering that fate.”

“Well I haven’t really been doing a good job at that recently, haven’t I?” Nya forced a rueful smile, trying to ignore the tears pricking her eyes.

“Oh, Nya. . .” Jay gathered Nya into his arms and gently lifted her onto his lap.

In spite of herself, she felt herself shaking with hiccuping sobs. Wrapping her arms around her husband’s neck, she buried her face in his chest. Jay tenderly kissed her forehead, holding her close to him and rocking her gently in his embrace. “It’s okay, it’s okay. . . You don’t need to hold it in, baby girl, you don’t need to hold it in. . .”

Nya didn’t try to control the salty water flowing down her cheeks. She cried hard into Jay, her chest heaving with each harsh breath she took. Through her sobs, she could hear Jay murmuring to her. “You don’t have to carry this weight alone, Nya. You have me. Please let me share the load with you.”

She couldn’t answer him for a while, but his words were comforting. Finally, when she could speak again, she looked up at him, gray eyes shining silver with the film of her lingering tears. “Only if you don’t try to carry your own burden alone. I’m always here for you, Jay. Even when you can’t take it anymore, I’ll still be there.”

“What if Unagami takes you away too?” Jay’s voice was quiet again.

“If he tries, I’m not going down without a fight―just like the others. And just like you.” Nya’s face was serious. “If that happens, you’re gonna have to be strong for the team one more time. Wu, Zane, and P.I.X.A.L. are still counting on us. But for now, you don’t have to be strong alone.” Her gaze remained steady and strong on him. “If I get cubed, it’ll be fighting side by side with you to bring down this digital son of an Oni.”

For the first time during the exchange, Jay managed a weak smile. “Thank you, Nya. You mean so much to me.” He gently kissed her hand. “I love you so, so much, my warrior queen.”

Nya returned his smile. “I love you more, my lightning strike.”

“I love you even more than that, my Yin. . .” Jay leaned down, tenderly touching his lips to hers.

“My love is beyond even that, my Yang.” Nya returned his kiss passionately.

“My beautiful, courageous wife. . .”

“My sweet, strong husband. . .”

“My dearest Nya. . .”

“My darling Jay. . .”

They remained locked in this embrace for what felt like hours, murmuring words of affection and love in between kisses. Even in the tender moment, the salty sting of fresh tears intermingled with the sweet taste of their lips.

Jay’s tears had dried on his face as they pulled away. Hoisting his legs up onto solid ground once again, he took her hand. “What do we do now?” she asked softly.

Jay lifted her to her feet, a new resolve in his eyes. His expression had darkened into a determined, fierce scowl. “Whatever it takes.” He drew the Yellow Key-Tana from his inventory again. “We get our friends back.” He startled her by pulling her into another, harder kiss. When he drew back again, he looked her right in the eye. “And we stop Unagami.”

Nya nodded, a little stunned. They walked across the arena up to the doors exiting the level. Jay breathed deeply. “Into the sword again.”

“But this time, you’re not alone.” Nya squeezed his hand tightly. “You’ll come in with one - and you’ll leave with everyone.”

Jay gripped the hilt of the Key-Tana tighter. “Game on, Unagami.”

Then they stepped into the light.

[nya-defense-club]

When the First Spinjitzu Master created Ninjago, he soon realised that the people he made needed a leader to unite them, to prevent petty, petty wars from breaking out. So, he set up what would become the Ninjago Empire, a vast and sprawling empire that would become the dominant force on Ninjago. But it has been many years since the First Emperor sat the throne, now his oldest son, Emperor Garmadon, rules with an iron fist, guided by the second brother, his Imperial Highness Wu. Now, with the Imperial Prince Lloyd manifesting his powers, he needs protection and guidance more than ever. The Hands of The Emperor, the elite legion of the strongest elemental masters are perfect for the job.

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Also known as my new AU, the Imperial AU! It's semi fleshed out, I look forward to exploring more of here on tumblr, I'll be posting some character descriptions soon! My tag will be #Imperial AU, as I am simple like that :)

[antheminmyheart]

Master List of Black Creators, Owners, & Public Figures

Master List of Black Creators, Owners, & Public Figures

DISCLAIMER: I am fucking whiter than white. I compiled this list to boost black creators and public figures, but if I am overstepping at all PLEASE let me know! 

Also, I tried to research these in a timely manner. If anyone in these lists is problematic or should not be supported, let me know. :)

(Of course, this is only a TINY portion! Feel free to add more names, businesses, and creators!)

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Activists:

•Naomi Anderson

•Maya Angelou

•James Baldwin

•Lillie Mae Bradford

•Mari Copeny

•Frederick Douglass

•Ruth Ellis

•Erica Garner

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•Ernest Green

•Fannie Lou Hamer

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•Alberta Odell Jones

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•Martin Luther King Jr.

•Audre Lorde

•Bree Newsome

•Huey P. Newton

•Rosa Parks

-Bayard Rustin

•Sojourner Truth

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•Ida B. Wells

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[blursed-ninjago-ideas]

Jay Walker: Super Pirate (Characters)

Character time! (Oh man ninjago season 13 is making me question who I chose as Skullivar-)

The Bermuda 7 (The 7 Cs) (Cause out of the group only Cole starts with C so the pun be lost)

Jay Imperial Walker (replaces Conrad Zacharie Storm)

Yes his name is a pun

His parents both agreed on it

Uses his mom's last name so he doesn't get mobbed at school by fans of his dad

References his dad's movies a lot

Such a dork but a lovable dork

Did not deserve to end up in the triangle

Has no clue what he's doing, very insecure about being captain, doesn't feel cut out to lead

Inventor (built his eye cam, helps Zane with repairs)

Has a crush on Nya, duh

Will annoy his foes to no end with his banter

Did not sign up for this

Cole (replaces Clovis)

Not a ghost, just misplaced his body somewhere

All he remembers about losing his body is that someone named Yang was involved

Can use Earth Punch/Lava Arms

Weapon is a ghostly scythe that he can summon

Bound to the Bounty, can't go far from it

Basically is Jay's mentor/comfort buddy in the triangle

Jay feels Cole should be leader honestly

Still likes cake

The"serious" one, but not THAT serious

Friendly and helpful

Nya Atlantica (replaces Crysta Coraline Lejune)

Princess of Atlantis

Has a laser spear (as in it shoots lasers)

The actually serious one

Keeps her brother in check

Royal who actually does something

Freaking awesome

First mate

Best at navigating

Much more understanding than Cece was

Knows Jay has a crush on her

Kai Atlantica (sort of replaces Crogar)

The most different from who he's replacing

Nya's older brother and personal guard

Atlantis passes down the title as a Queendom

So he's not going to be king

But he doesn't mind

He just wants his sis safe

Has a freaking giant sword

The angry one but in a good way

The muscle of the group

Very smug at times

Zane (replaces Carumba)

Instead of an alien in a robot suit, is just a robot

The engineer/smart guy

Freaking adorable

Doesn't quite get humor but he tries

Think Zane in early season 1 basically

Prefers to stay back from the fight

But when needed he will protect his crewmates to the end

Main weapon is ice that he can generate

It's not as good as Sino ice but it works

He and Jay are engineer buddies

Lloyd (replaces Calabrass)

Magic taking sword

Basically gives Jay transformation sequences that grant elemental powers/weapons based on the seven seas

Cause he holds the eyes of the seas

Look it up please it's hard to explain

Personality is that of Lloyd from the recent seasons

So serves as the mature one

But still a dork

Cannot talk like a pirate

Why did he choose this kid he doesn't know

But he does like Jay

Knows a lot about the lore of the seas

Has Wu's problem of forgetting to explain things until they come up

Tomorrow's Bounty/Morro (replaces The Chaos)

Very moody magic ship

Can't talk but makes his intentions pretty  cheaclear anyways

Actually really likes Jay

Not too much to say, it's basically Morro turned into a sentient version of the Bounty

He's not bitter tho, thank goodness

The Villains:

The Overlord is Skullivar (tho now I'm tempted to use the Skull Sorcerer...if I I'll stick with the Overlord for now)

General Cryptor is Golden Bones

The Nindroids replace the Skeletons

[only-lonely-stars]

(im not good at this) but for the fic title thing-y, "dangerous choices"(?) idk if thats how ur supposed to do it but yah :DD

Yours is next to be written! You did it completely right, so no sweat! <3 335 words.

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Safety: n. The condition of being safe; freedom from danger, risk, or injury.

If you were to read that definition to Jay Imperial Walker, he would laugh at you. What else was he supposed to do? Life was never safe for him, even if he wasn’t a ninja. Safety was boring. 

Now, risk… risk was fun. Risk was jumping headfirst into battle. Risk was testing a glider yourself, instead of with a crash test dummy. Risk was making dangerous choices, and if that wasn’t fun, then Jay would eat his hat. (Not that he had a hat. Hats weren’t his style.)

Jay shook himself from his thoughts. He stood on the edge of an apartment building’s roof, looking down at his intended flight path to the next roof over. He’d built a glider, years ago, but it had broken when he crashed through a billboard. Before he could even think about repairing it, Master Wu had recruited him, and that was that. Now he was trying again, with better materials and inadvised faith in his engineering skills. What could go wrong?

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...As it turned out, many things could go wrong.

The leap off the edge of the building was easy. His canvas wings caught the air, giving lift and carrying him. The mechanical frame didn’t creak or snap, despite only being made of steel. 

Jay cried out in joy as he closed the hundred yard distance. The first test was going to be a success! He just had to pull up before he crashed into the roof... 

Ten seconds later, Jay fell onto the roof of the shorter building feet-first, barely skidding to a stop as he fell face-forward onto the concrete surface, slamming his hands into it.

“...Ow…”

Okay, maybe he should’ve made a soft landing pad first. 

After a minute of recovery, he sat up, groaning. He checked the wings– they were undamaged, and he cheered. “YES! Test one is a success!”

Maybe Jay’s choices were dangerous… but maybe that was the point.

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These drabbles are taking a good while to write thanks to IRL stuff, but I’m still doing them! Asks are still open. Thanks to everyone for your patience; I plan on writing every single one!

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Rewatching “A Fool’s Hope”

And he’s [Rex] wearing the Endor outfit!

Wait, didn’t they [the clones] criticize the AT-AT walkers in their first appearance?  And now they’ve occupied one?

Ketchup [my nickname for Ketsu]!

“But with such an odd collection of characters, I'm curious, how are we going to split the profits?”  Oh my God, of course it’s about money!

“Madam [Hera], for that boy, there is nothing I [Hondo] would not do.”  Oh God, Hondo with the feels!

“Something’s changed.”  *starts singing the first part of Defying Gravity*

The first time I saw this episode, I was so confused whether or not Ryder had actually turned or not.

“Thrawn will return soon, and if I [Pryce] do not have the rebels, I will be executed.”  Please do!

“Hello, Arindha.”  This whole bit here is just full of call backs back to the Thrawn novel

*Loth wolves on the hill*  Hellooooo….

Hi Jai Kell!  Don’t have any lines?  OK.

“Oh, karabast.”  Can I have a sweater that just says Karabast?  That would be awesome

“Make sure to take the Jedi boy alive.  We don't want to disappoint our Emperor.”  *flips off the screen with both hands*

Ooooohhh… that little trill the Imperial ship made when it made that sudden turn [to drop off the troopers]…

*Ezra’s jump*  WHOOOO!!

*Chopper falls off the ledge*  Hahaha!

Kallus!  I wish they gave you something more to do!

I kinda want a spin off between these three [Kallus, Hera, and Hondo].  Nothing would happen; it would just be them snarking at each other.

“I [Hondo] have done this many times and have only been struck...”  *muffles her laughter so that she doesn’t wake up the rest of the house*

“...I have done this many times!”  HAHAHAHA!

OHHH HERE WE GO! 

*Zeb with the gatling*  YESSSSS!!!

“Hera, where are you?” *starts singing “Do You Realize” by Ursine Vulpine*

Whoa…

No one even uses ladders on the Ghost properly.  They just use them like fire poles.

*Hera’s eye roll*  HAHAHAHA!

Oh my God, this freaking dude [Rukh]!

Three Stormtroopers just slid to their deaths like right there

I still can’t believe Warwick Davis voices Rukh.  They just did some heavy ass voice modulation because that sounds nothing like Warwick Davis.

*Hera blows up the Imperial transport ship*  Boom, bitch!

*smiles immensely when the clones join the battle*

“Fall back to the cave!”  Isn’t Kanan’s shrine in there?  Or is it another doorway?

OH THIS SCENE

YESSSSSSS!!!

OH MY GODDDDDDDD

NO BUT THE MUSIC HERE when the wolves just wreck everything!

GET YOUR EFFING DOG, BITCH!

It don’t bite.

YES IT DO GET-

So for this scene where the wolves just tear the crap of the stormtroopers, the behind the scenes people made a joke reel where all the Stormtrooper yells were replaced by squeaky toy noises and I demand to see this NOW

Ezra’s like “OH MY GOD!”

*Hera flips the Ghost over to take out the last ship*  BOOM!

“The wolves!  You [Wolffe] got your wolf pack back!”  “Yeah, they fight just like the boys!”  *smiles immensely* 

My friend:  The goodest of boys!

What’s on Gregor’s T-shirt or tank or whatever?  The Snitch?

And onto the finale, where my heart is gonna break!

*scats the ending theme*