#they would be in an unbelievable state of dissaray

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thank you for your service on the fall out boy genius lyrics o7

lmao tysm I'm really fighting for my life out here trying to get my lyric corrections for so good right now approved. as an autistic person minute inconsistencies are my whole bread and butter. I must do my duty to the fobbies o7

[1nindroid]

Well, here she finally is! I recently commisioned Shiro to draw my first ever Ninjago oc. This piece came out just like how I had her envisioned in my head! More about Eon's story below :]

Project E.O.N. wasn't planned. It was a project thrust upon the aspiring robotic engineer at a dire time. Torako, who had just gotten out of the hospital from a near-fatal car crash, was given an impossible mission.

She needed to steal a bunch of tech.

In the ICU, she was barely lucid when she got the news. Someone had paid her $100,000 medical bill over night. The nurses didn't even get the proper name of this individual. This "kind" stranger simply went by "S" when signing off the paperwork. Later that night, the mysterious person approached Torako all alone with an offer she couldn't refuse.

It wasn't like she could if she wanted to. With the snap of their fingers, she could be back in debt and probably in jail for fraud. This person knew who she was and had planned this for a long time.

The plan was this: She'd have an entire warehouse to do her work and live in. All of her basic needs would be met, as long as she did what she was told. Whenever she'd acquire whatever was requested, autonomous drones would haul it from designated secure areas. Any attempts to track or uncover "S" would ruin their deal.

A few months later, after intensive physical therapy, Torako lost her job as a factory manager at Borg Tower. It was indevitable after the whole Overlord situation was dealt with. This was an unbelievable loss. Having been one of the few human employees, it was one of the best times of her life. To be surrounded by state-of-the art technology all day and see the wonder on the tourists faces was unlike anything else.

Now she was stealing from the very company she admired.

Behind the wheel of a large unbranded truck, she carried some seriously precious cargo. At least fifty mangled offline Nindroids tumbled loosely in the back. She winced whenever she heard one of them crunch against the other. After the defeat of the Overlord, Cyrus Borg was left with a very uncomfortable problem. He had no clue what to do with all the evil Nindroids. After everything he learned so much about humanity through Pixal and Zane, he couldn't bring it upon himself to have the evil Nindroids destroyed or recycled.

All of them were going to be stored in a warehouse indefinitely. So, can it really be considered stealing if you are taking something that is just going to be forgotten? Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she turned the truck into the warehouse. One by one, she hauled out the Nindroids and stacked them inside before the rain came in.

Every one of them was in various stages of dissaray. How did they get this messed up? Some were missing limbs, torsos, and even heads! She ran her fingers through her short hair and grumbled in frustration. How the hell is she supposed to work with this? Back at Borg Tower, the factory did all the assembling. All she had to guide her was a digital document of their blueprints and some guides for manual assembly.

A year and about fifty Nindroids later, she somehow managed to make something. This lanky monster made up of all kinds of parts laid flat on the operating table. Torako removed her oil stained gloves and took a sip of water.

It was done.

She contacted "S" on her hacked Borgwatch and relayed the message that project E.O.N. was a success. Torako finally had someone that could sneak into all those high-security places. Someone who was built for stealth, speed, and awareness of their surroundings.

Turning on the Nindroid abomination was difficult. It's limbs spasmed, and it's eyes flickered on and off. Using two defibrilators on high settings, Torako managed to keep the Nindroid awake just long enough to boot up.

"What..? Where am I? Who am I?" It's voice was heavily distorted yet oddly feminine.

"You are in a secure warehouse, and your designated name is… Eon."

Eon palmed the control collar on her neck and felt her danger senses awaken. She had a state-of-the art explosive rigged to her neck.

"It's just a precaution. I couldn't take that off if I wanted to. My, our boss ordered it. Don't worry, I have one too. They put it on me while I was out cold in the hospital." She pointed to her own collar, obscured by her sweater.

"What is my mission?" Eon asked as she was getting used to her odd legs.

Torako handed her a digital tablet that had a long list of tech prototypes. "Get these and don't get caught."