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gravityflops · 3 years
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SO the ninja are in space huh, let’s see how well they can handle it, this’ll be long but most of my rambling is
(cut because it’s really- i mean really long)
All of the crew were extremely buzzed about going up, as expected
absolutely quaking. all of them
Especially Jay, who’s always quaking
and Kai, whose ego was stroked a little too much from all the social media attention before they left
“We’re making history, guys, the first people on Mars.”
“Kai this is Ninjago’s fourth manned mission to Mars-”
“I’m gonna be the next Armstrong, just watch.”
Kai is simultaneously stoked and petrified that his sister was one of his crewmates
for obvious reasons. Fear for his lil sis but also overjoyed he gets to share the trip with her
Nya is extremely proud to be there
Being the youngest on the crew sucked but having the second most degrees made up for it
in her humble opinion, of course.
Their sibling banter was incredibly contagious
After the first month of meeting them, the Smith siblings had the rest of the crew cracking jokes and keeping a lighthearted air about themselves
something Lloyd, as a first-time commander, was exceptionally grateful for.
Their first liftoff, he was sweating bullets, even with the years of training and preparing he had.
None of them would ever forget their first time looking out of the spacecraft’s window at Ninjago, realizing just how big their planet was, and hitting it home that the galaxy was infinitely bigger.
Lloyd felt so small.
It was dangerous, uncharted waters ahead, a universe that did not cooperate. That was pummeled into the poor guy’s head.
“It’s probably too late to go to the bathroom, huh?”
It wasn’t until Jay made that joke and effectively spawned their first chuckle in space that Lloyd actually remembered he needed to breathe.
Jay was probably the least visibly anxious about the trip
Which was. a revelation, to everyone who knew him
but inwardly he’d be terrified, and his tells would be the little things he does to cope
He’d do things like reach into his suit’s pocket and pull out a stick of gum. “Hey Cole, you want some?”
“Where’d you even get that??”
“7-Eleven.”
“What—”
Cole is everyone’s emotional support.
but that doesn’t stop him and Jay from teasing each other almost nonstop
“There’s no plants on the ship, dirtclod, what kind of tasks do you have to do anyway?”
“Keeping you guys from blowing up the place, zaptrap.”
“Then why are you sitting by me instead of Kai??”
Of course, he was the reason they had such a variety of food on the ship. He grows the fruits and vegetables
but he isn’t allowed to make their meals.
Ever.
His first harvest a month into the trip was great! But trying to combine that with their normal space food was a disaster
The team was almost able to say none of them threw up during the trip. Almost.
After that... incident, they rearranged the tasks for Zane to take Cole’s place on his cooking days, and no one protested
because the robot’s cooking was good
like. really good
Who knew a surgeon bot could cook?
For the first few months, the crew wasn’t sure exactly what the android was capable of.
Jay thought it was the coolest thing ever that they had a robot in their crew.
“We. Have. A DROID ON OUR SPACECRAFT, GUYS! It’s just like—!”
“No, it’s not like that, Jay.”
To say Kai was a little weird about Zane was an understatement.
He didn’t treat him horribly but he wasn’t hospitable
To Kai’s defense, it took them all a while to realize the level of Zane’s sentience
Zane wasn’t exactly open about it though, not even to Lloyd and Nya
who’d been nice enough to ask for more than calculations and status updates: his opinions and thoughts. Something he was very grateful for, even if he didn’t always show it
In fact, it wasn’t until they got to Mars, and he shared in all of their breathless awe of the unforgiving planet that it clicked for the rest of them
They look over, expecting the android to be stoic as usual, only to see he’s as slack-jawed in wonder as they are
Jay practically explodes
“I KNEW IT! I TOLD YOU GUYS HE FEELS EMOTIONS! I WON THE BET!”
The loser of said bet stubbornly refuses to admit who he was
(It was Kai. Everyone knew)
Jay will never let him live it down
After that, their first few steps on the red planet were unforgettable.
The sand.
real gravity
weather. in general
You never know how much you’d miss it until you lose it for a long couple of months
even if it was reported to reach levels that could potentially force the crew to scrub the mission.
(yeah that was foreshadowing, bite me)
The crew was looking up, even with their future so undetermined. All they knew is they had to keep their wits about them.
It’s a dangerous mission
One that could easily go wrong.
Because space? Space does not cooperate
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courtingcourtiers · 4 years
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i never posted any of my f/o february stuff over here so i’m posting some of my faves so here’s the first for day 5, my favorite au. maestro is used instead of jazz bc fae rules are to never give out your name even if you are a fae!
“What’s a lil’ bot like you doing so far out here?” a voice asks from behind them—Maestro.
Wizard ignores him. They diligently pick crystals from where they grow under the metal outcropping. Just as they place another into their basket, they feel a tug on their cloak, pulling them back.
They land on their back. Luck would have their doorwings spread enough so that there was no actual damage. For that, Wizard is thankful despite how Maestro’s snarling face stares down at them.
“I don’t like being ignored, little bot,” Maestro hisses.
Wizard doesn’t say anything for a moment. It’s long enough for Maestro to grow more irritated. They can see it in his face.
“I don’t much like being bothered either, but here we are,” Wizard says. They don’t bother to pick themselves off the ground, gaze moving to the stars spread across the sky. “If I broke something, I’m blaming you.”
“Doubt you’re hurt,” Maestro says, still sounding annoyed in spite of the slow conversation.
“You don’t know that,” Wizard replies. It sounds more like a whine that anything else.
They finally turn their helm to face him. Maestro had apparently moved to sit beside them. His arms are crossed to express his annoyance, but Wizard knows it’s mostly for show.
“Do so.” Maestro himself sounds petulant, like he’s willing to fight Wizard on the point.
“And here I thought you were mad at me,” Wizard laughs.
Wizard sometimes hates their doorwings. They can’t roll themselves onto their stomach like they want to. Wizard has to physically push themselves into a sitting up position. By then, they decide that moving onto their front would look stupid, so they pull themselves to their pedes.
“Leaving already?” Maestro asks, all annoyance left behind for a cool veil of amusement.
“Some of us have lives,” Wizard says.
“I’ve got a life.” Maestro stands, wiping his servos together in meaningless gesture. There was no dirt in this place. “Just so happens that I put aside time for you.”
Wizard shoots him a disbelieving look, “Well, can you stop?”
Something in Maestro’s expression changes. His amusement slips away to reveal his irritation once more. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be fae chow.”
“Oh?” Wizard stops to consider it. They think they might be able to parse what Maestro means, but they would rather he tell them. Just so they don’t get it wrong. “Do tell me why.”
“It’s going to cost you.”
And Wizard—they’ve never been stupid enough to make a deal with Maestro, in spite of everything. Maestro has said a lot of things in their presence, but this piques their curiosity. They wonder how they’re supposed to say no. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe they’re not supposed to. Maybe they’re falling right into Maestro’s servos.
“I might be willing to pay up,” Wizard returns, trying to seem casual.
Maestro’s visor seems to brighten. It glints in the low light of the night. “Your name.”
Maestro’s voice is smooth, cutting through the air like a sword through an energon cube. There’s no resistance and nothing stopping it. It makes Wizard stop cold.
“My name?” Wizard asks. “Isn’t that a bit unfair?”
Maestro shrugs, “It’s my price.”
Wizard takes a careful moment to consider and curiosity has always been their weakness. So has their loud mouth and speaking without thinking. They’ve never even thought of giving this fae their name though. Part of them wonders why he’d want to possess it.
“Maybe I’ll give it to you if you promise me something,” Wizard offers after only a second of consideration.
“What would that be?” Maestro acquiesces just a bit. He gives Wizard the illusion of an even playing ground, offers them equality where there truly is none.
“Don’t use it against me?” Wizard almost pleads. They know better than to ask for his true name. They’d tried when they’d met each other, only to be threatened and hissed at.
Maestro takes a moment of false consideration. Then he shakes his helm, “Can’t promise you that. You bots are finicky things. Always making threats and fighting. Best have some insurance.”
And Wizard knows their decision because they trust this fae even if they shouldn’t. They know it will bite them back later.
“My name’s Wizard,” they tell him.
Maestro looks taken aback. He clearly didn’t expect anything from them due to his noncompliance. He’s only fazed for a couple of kliks before a wide grin spreads across his face. He looks cruel like that. Wizard’s spark twinges with regret, but they cannot take it back.
“Oh, Wizard,” he purrs their name like it’s something he owns. Perhaps it is. “You’re so fragging stupid.”
“I never said I was smart,” Wizard says.
Maestro laughs. It’s a harsh sound. It echoes throughout the clearing they stand in. “No, you didn’t. Funny, my info’s not even worth that much. There’s just a lot of fae in this place.”
“I can’t say I didn’t know that,” Wizard says helplessly. “But I’ve paid my price and I can’t exactly take it back."
“You can’t.” Maestro seems delighted by that fact. “Now, my good bot, let’s go to that shop of yours and I’ll hash out exactly what’s going to happen here.”
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silentsoundwaves · 4 years
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Day 5 - Favorite AU
fae au ft jazz not using his real name and also being kind of mean bc fae aren’t known for being nice
“What’s a lil’ bot like you doing so far out here?” a voice asks from behind them—Maestro.
Wizard ignores him. They diligently pick crystals from where they grow under the metal outcropping. Just as they place another into their basket, they feel a tug on their cloak, pulling them back.
They land on their back. Luck would have their doorwings spread enough so that there was no actual damage. For that, Wizard is thankful despite how Maestro’s snarling face stares down at them.
“I don’t like being ignored, little bot,” Maestro hisses.
Wizard doesn’t say anything for a moment. It’s long enough for Maestro to grow more irritated. They can see it in his face.
“I don’t much like being bothered either, but here we are,” Wizard says. They don’t bother to pick themselves off the ground, gaze moving to the stars spread across the sky. “If I broke something, I’m blaming you.”
“Doubt you’re hurt,” Maestro says, still sounding annoyed in spite of the slow conversation.
“You don’t know that,” Wizard replies. It sounds more like a whine that anything else.
They finally turn their helm to face him. Maestro had apparently moved to sit beside them. His arms are crossed to express his annoyance, but Wizard knows it’s mostly for show.
“Do so.” Maestro himself sounds petulant, like he’s willing to fight Wizard on the point.
“And here I thought you were mad at me,” Wizard laughs.
Wizard sometimes hates their doorwings. They can’t roll themselves onto their stomach like they want to. Wizard has to physically push themselves into a sitting up position. By then, they decide that moving onto their front would look stupid, so they pull themselves to their pedes.
“Leaving already?” Maestro asks, all annoyance left behind for a cool veil of amusement.
“Some of us have lives,” Wizard says.
“I’ve got a life.” Maestro stands, wiping his servos together in meaningless gesture. There was no dirt in this place. “Just so happens that I put aside time for you.”
Wizard shoots him a disbelieving look, “Well, can you stop?”
Something in Maestro’s expression changes. His amusement slips away to reveal his irritation once more. “If it weren’t for me, you’d be fae chow.”
“Oh?” Wizard stops to consider it. They think they might be able to parse what Maestro means, but they would rather he tell them. Just so they don’t get it wrong. “Do tell me why.”
“It’s going to cost you.”
And Wizard—they’ve never been stupid enough to make a deal with Maestro, in spite of everything. Maestro has said a lot of things in their presence, but this piques their curiosity. They wonder how they’re supposed to say no. But maybe that’s the point. Maybe they’re not supposed to. Maybe they’re falling right into Maestro’s servos.
“I might be willing to pay up,” Wizard returns, trying to seem casual.
Maestro’s visor seems to brighten. It glints in the low light of the night. “Your name.”
Maestro’s voice is smooth, cutting through the air like a sword through an energon cube. There’s no resistance and nothing stopping it. It makes Wizard stop cold.
“My name?” Wizard asks. “Isn’t that a bit unfair?”
Maestro shrugs, “It’s my price.”
Wizard takes a careful moment to consider and curiosity has always been their weakness. So has their loud mouth and speaking without thinking. They’ve never even thought of giving this fae their name though. Part of them wonders why he’d want to possess it.
“Maybe I’ll give it to you if you promise me something,” Wizard offers after only a second of consideration.
“What would that be?” Maestro acquiesces just a bit. He gives Wizard the illusion of an even playing ground, offers them equality where there truly is none.
“Don’t use it against me?” Wizard almost pleads. They know better than to ask for his true name. They’d tried when they’d met each other, only to be threatened and hissed at.
Maestro takes a moment of false consideration. Then he shakes his helm, “Can’t promise you that. You bots are finicky things. Always making threats and fighting. Best have some insurance.”
And Wizard knows their decision because they trust this fae even if they shouldn’t. They know it will bite them back later.
“My name’s Wizard,” they tell him.
Maestro looks taken aback. He clearly didn’t expect anything from them due to his noncompliance. He’s only fazed for a couple of kliks before a wide grin spreads across his face. He looks cruel like that. Wizard’s spark twinges with regret, but they cannot take it back.
“Oh, Wizard,” he purrs their name like it’s something he owns. Perhaps it is. “You’re so fragging stupid.”
“I never said I was smart,” Wizard says.
Maestro laughs. It’s a harsh sound. It echoes throughout the clearing they stand in. “No, you didn’t. Funny, my info’s not even worth that much. There’s just a lot of fae in this place.”
“I can’t say I didn’t know that,” Wizard says helplessly. “But I’ve paid my price and I can’t exactly take it back.”
“You can’t.” Maestro seems delighted by that fact. “Now, my good bot, let’s go to that shop of yours and I’ll hash out exactly what’s going to happen here.”
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