The Silent Man's Whisper [ninjago]

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Pixal Borg hated being caught off guard.

It meant there was something that could go around her calculations and avoid her usually spot-on guessing game. Not even guessing game sometimes, since she had managed to uncover a lot of information on her own many times in the past.

So when she had stepped foot on the Ninjago City concrete, she was surprised to find a wanted poster of herself hung on a telephone pole, swaying with the wind. She looked at herself, remembering the exact time and place the picture had been taken in. Then she pieced together that the police must have taken her picture from the monastery's security camera footage. The bounty of five million dollars made it clear that anyone would go insane to find her and deliver her to the police station in a heartbeat.

She could not go back on her mission now, however. She had come way too far to turn around.

While the ninja had chosen to go to their parents' and get them to safety, Pixal had her own objective.

The Borg Tower.

The large, prestigious building emerged from the ground like a proud statement, overshadowing every other, smaller building. It shone even at night, lighting up the entire city like a gargantuan disco ball.

But also, it was Pixal's childhood home, if she could even call it a childhood. She remembered "growing up" as nothing but Borg's personal assistant. But even then, Pixal knew she had also filled in the role of his daughter, the one he never got to have after his wife, Estelle Borg, had died of a sudden death.

A heart attack, Pixal, he had told her once. There is nothing I could have done. She was dead before she reached the hospital.

Cyrus Borg had never remarried, nor had he found someone else to fill in the empty spot in his chest. Instead, he had focused on his studies and continued to create.

But after a while, the loneliness had sucked him in, a depressive phase had begun for the inventor. He had known that human company was of his biggest necessity, and instead of going out into the dating world to find his next true love, he had grabbed a pencil, a pen, and had begun to draw, chisel, and sketch out a prototype.

A Primary Interactive X-ternal Assistant Life-form. "P.I.X.A.L." for short.

Pixal shook her head, clearing it of anything that might come between her and her mission. She needed to get to the Borg Tower and get her father to safety, without any sort of distractions.

She had come there in her mech, expecting to get the job done easily, but she quickly realized that meant she was an easy target now, recognizable to the outside eye. She was still in the outskirts of Ninjago City so her chances of being seen were low, but not zero. She was in desperate need of finding a disguise.

A sigh escaped her lips. Unlike Zane, she could not just activate a disguise and look like someone else in a second's matter. She needed a tangible cover, something that masked her identity.

But there was no way of doing that.

She looked around. Her mech needed to be gone. It was too large of a vehicle to just toss into an alleyway, and Pixal would like to get it back later on, since it held many memories and had taken her months to build and maintain.

Yet nowhere seemed to be a good place to hide such a big object. Pixal thought about leaving the mech there where it was, stationed in the outskirts of Ninjago City, without a cover, but her chest ached at the fact that it was sure to be either taken by a super fan or taken by the police—both safe signs that she would never get her mech back.

But the other option was no better, because the only place she could find that would both fit the entire size of her mech and cover it completely was the ocean. The chances of getting it out of there were also less than ideal.