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Just Write: July 12th, 2026

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As the two groups of enemies closed in on them, Lloyd squared up and positioned himself next to the wind master. It had been a while since he’d had to fight hand-to-hand, but with Garmadon nearby he couldn’t use his element without revealing Other Lloyd’s identity.

‘Didn’t you say you trained with weapons in your world? Morro might have something you could use.’

After asking as much of the man, he was given a retractable bō staff.

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Just Write: July 11th, 2026

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Before he could say anything however, the fighting finally reached them and a thug with skull-themed face paint stopped to stare at them. “I found the kid! Get the Quiet One over here!” Not long after, a group of the gangsters rushed their direction with a pack of Shark Army soldiers following closely behind.

“Well that explains things.” Pulling a dark gray and forest green ninja mask over his head, Morro helped Lloyd to his feet and stepped into a fighting stance. “We’ll continue this later. The Sons decided to make good on your supposed ‘key’ ability?” Receiving a simple nod from the blond, he continued. “Then we have two options here. One, deal with them before they can get to the crystal, or two, grab it ourselves. And personally, I’d rather the first option.”

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Just Write: July 9th, 2026

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“Wait, stop! Too much at once!” Lloyd squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head lightly. “Let’s just… one thing at a time please? I have no context for any of those.” His counterpart quickly stopped, apologizing for the rambling, and Lloyd opened his eyes to look up at Morro. “He said to mention Veggie Man and an emu thing?”

The man gave him a raised eyebrow but otherwise kept his frown.

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Just Write: July 8th, 2026

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‘Tell him I’m here!’ A small pang of desperation poked at his heart as Other Lloyd’s voice filled his mind. ‘Tell him he is still protecting me!’

His eyes brightened slightly before sheepishness took over and he averted his gaze again. “Speaking of your Lloyd, I found him.” He tapped his head with a finger and let out a snort. “Completely not where I intended to look, but it worked out somehow.”

“So you are possessing him.”

“It’s not…” The blond winced, trying to compartmentalize and not to fall back into old memories that didn’t apply here. “Don’t call it that. It’s more like we’re sharing two halves of the same brain. I’ve got the motor control and he’s got the emotional control. Mostly. It was more muted before we got rid of the wall though.”

“How do I know you’re not just saying that to get me off your back about him?”

His counterpart hummed for a moment before piping up. ‘I know! Ask him about Veggie Man! Or the emu thing! Or that one time we accidentally ordered waaaaaay too many pizzas! Or…’

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Just Write: July 7th, 2026

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Lloyd tried moving again and managed to sit up, arms placed behind him on the ground for support. Sighing, he attempted a glare at Morro. “Well, excuse me for not expecting you to show up while I try to get out of here.” There was no bite to his words. The practically non-stop psychological roller coaster of the past day and a half was starting to fly off the tracks, and he just wanted everything to leave him alone for the next millennium or so. His not-glare moved to the side as he heard Garmadon’s voice finally join the rest of the battle sounds in the distance. “His mom’s already going to have words for me when she finds out; I don’t need it from you again.”

When nothing but silence responded, he looked over to see Morro searching his face with one of his unreadable expressions. “I don’t know if you stole his body or if you just look eerily identical to him, but you can’t… I just… aaAUGH!!” The wind master threw his head back and tangled the fingers of one hand in his hair. “I made a promise… and for better or worse, it applies to you right now.”

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Just Write: July 6th, 2026

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As it sputtered and cut out, the jet began a spiraling nosedive straight toward the rocky beach of the small volcanic island and both teens started panicking. Neither of them could remember were the button that controlled the canopy was, so Lloyd smashed a power-filled fist into the glass and used the momentum to jump out, just barely rolling away before the aircraft slammed into the ground and exploded.

Tumbling out of the roll rather ungracefully, he let himself lay sprawled out on the uneven ground as he caught his breath and mentally checked himself for injuries. His ankle hurt a little and his back and shoulders were sore, but nothing felt broken or out of place. Bracing himself, he tried to roll over or stand up or do something, but exhaustion held him in its grip even as he heard the sounds of fighting steadily grow nearer.

Not long after, Morro’s jet landed on the beach near the crash site and the man quickly dismounted and stalked over to the prone form on the ground, introducing his presence with a rather colorful string of words. “What were you thinking?! I could’ve killed you!!! What kind of budget imposter are you that you don’t even care about your own safety??”

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Just Write: July 5th, 2026

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In that moment, Lloyd came to a horrible realization.

“He thinks I’m one of Garmadon’s soldiers. He’s gonna shoot me down!”

So much for keeping Morro’s attention away from the docks.

Laser blasts sailed past the manta jet much too close for comfort and he tried to take evasive action, but his opponent was much more experienced. Several shots started hitting the glass and the wings, leaving smoldering indentations across the surface of the craft. “How do I get him to know it’s me??” A few seconds went by before the natural answer came to him.

Oh. Duh.

He gathered his element in his hand, letting it fill the cockpit with its bright green glow and hoping the wind master would get the message. Unfortunately it was too little too late, because soon after a shot hit one of the engines.

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Just Write: July 2nd, 2026

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His counterpart’s voice felt conflictingly neutral, and Lloyd could almost relate with how he felt about his mother before meeting her.

He slowly but surely made his way to the docking bay with the help of Other Lloyd reminding him of the directions, and once the door slid open they both gasped. It was huge! There was an inlet inside the volcano that housed hundreds of mechs. Manta jets, jellyfish subs, crab mechs; any sea creature that could be imagined, there was a mech version of it.

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