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The photo that Arin was looking at was a group photo, one in front of the Monastery before one of the countless times it got burnt down. Sometimes Lloyd couldn't help but wonder why they didn't rebuild the Monastery out of something that was inflammable; though he guessed Master Wu always enjoyed coming back to a Monastery that hadn't changed. And Lloyd had to admit, it was also a nice change of pace of the constant changing world outside. It felt like a part of the chaotic world was standing still; even if that feeling was usually a brief one. Yet, in the photo, Arin would point at a Ninja who was piggy-backing off of Lloyd back. Well, maybe not piggy-backing. It was more of, at the time of the photo, they had jumped onto Lloyd's back and he was in the process of falling down. Meanwhile, Kai had burst out laughing and Nya was elbowing him, rather harshly, with a snicker. Though her efforts were rather targeted as seeing the rest of the team was already bursting out in bubbly laughter. Lloyd swore he could hear all their laughter echo in his pointed ears, like the day had just happened. But he knew he was wrong. His eyes became saddened as much as he tried to smile; if not to soothe Arin, then to soothe himself. "Ah, well, that's the Master of Crystals." Lloyd began to explain to Arin, who craned his neck back to look up at Lloyd. "...um, shoot. What can I say about them?" Lloyd tried not to laugh at his own short comings, a habit that he was constantly teased for yet he couldn't help. "The Master of Crystals?" Arin mumbled in echo to Lloyd's statement. His eyes filtered back down to the frozen photo, taking in how blurry everyone looked from moving. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "You two seem close!" "We were!... we really were." Lloyd's voice drew off a bit, his eyes glancing to the side as he still tried to wrack his mind on what to say. He knew if he said too much he would start crying, yet he also knew that Arin would want to know as much as possible. Yet how could he sum up them in words? That task, Lloyd thought, was impossible. "I wish you could have met them," Lloyd would find himself mumbling. "They were amazing, well as great as a person can be." Lloyd started as Arin turned to face him again, photobook still supported in his hands. "They were rather talented, some of their paintings are actually hung around the Monastery - well those that didn't burn in the fires. They were. . . wonderful, incredibly funny at all the wrong times. Fearless, in their own way, and yet reckless at the same time. Master Wu always scolded them for jumping head first into situations instead of using their head. "They were rather passionate as well, yet somehow managed to be a total introvert; they would not speak to the press, nor anyone they were uncomfortable with. Always gave one of the Ninja this stare that screamed 'help me'. Social awkwardness, that's the word for it." Lloyd couldn't help but smile as memories began to surface themselves after being dormant for years. Arin kept his eyes on Lloyd as he spoke, only occasionally glancing down at the picture to look of the Ninja that Lloyd spoke of. Arin couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't heard of them before. "They were also kind... maybe too kind." Lloyd paused in his speech, he had been rambling for a while before his words fell short. So much so Arin had noticed that Kai stopped to listen from the doorway; he seemed curious on the conversation, yet soon realized who Lloyd was talking about and grew the same solemn look. "What happened to them?" Arin was compelled to ask when he noticed all the past-tense that Lloyd was using when describing the Purple Ninja; furthermore the solemn look that the two grew when speaking about them. Yet, Arin wasn't sure if those looks were because the Ninja got lost during the merge. . . or if something before the merge happened.

The silence was more deafening than a rock-n-roll concert. Arin's brain was flooded with reasons for the sudden silence, ranging from the simplest answer (they were lost in the Merge) and the most complex scenario his brain could possibly think of. He would gingerly close the photo album and try and place it back into the shelf, "We don't have to talk about it if you guys don't want to!" He was quick to rush out. He didn't want to cause any sort of discomfort, and the silence suggested he had; that or he had just resurfaced some horrible memories that were being shoved away. Arin didn't hear when Kai had came over to the two, jumping when he felt the sudden warm hand on his shoulder, and gingerly glancing back over to Kai. He seemed in a much better shape about the question than Lloyd was. Arin knew Kai was trying to offer some sort of smile to soften the anxiousness that coursed through Arin - yet his smile wasn't very convincing. "They gave their life to try and protect us, kid." Kai explained, ruffling Arin's hair in another attempt to soften the mood. Yet, somehow Arin felt worse in hearing the news, turning to look over at Lloyd with apologetic eyes. Lloyd wasn't facing them.

Sora was quick to pick up on the more solemn mood that Lloyd seemed to be slumped in, not being as attentive during training or flat out spacing out - which tended to cause multiple accidents. Sora knew she wasn't the only one who caught on either. During her training with Nya, the Water Ninja continued glancing back at Lloyd with frowned eyebrows and eyes swimming in worry. Nevertheless, they both saw how careful Arin was around Lloyd, and Sora half wondered if some sort of stress caused Lloyd to crack and snap; she's heard from a few sources that he could have a temper on him. Yet, Nya pointed out how Kai acted around Lloyd and claimed that something happened that wasn't Lloyd snapping at Arin. Something much bigger. "How can something bigger than Lloyd snapping at Arin make Lloyd so. . ." Sora fished for the right word. Distant didn't feel right. ". . .I don't know! Not-Lloyd and Arin so cautious?" Nya glanced over at Sora, lips pierced in a frown, before her eyes returned over to Lloyd, "I don't know, but something did happen. Not Lloyd snapping happen, yet something. I've only seen Lloyd this despondent since-" And Nya stopped, causing Sora's interest to peak. She waiting for Nya to continue, dutifully noticing the rise of suspicion mixed with realization that swirled in Nya's eyes. When Nya did not continue, though, Sora asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Since some big even that caused Lloyd to lose someone close to him, and he somehow still blames himself over all these years?" It was a rhetorical question, laced with some humorous sarcasm, as Sora went back to her work. She was fixing up her mech, trying to add some enhancements on it so it would run smoother. All the while she was also trying to channel her elemental power without Riyu's help. This allowed Riyu to be able to lay in the sun nearby while intensively watching Sora's work, ready to bounce onto his feet if Sora needed his help. Sora noticed the silence from Nya, yet ignored it at first as she tightened a screw. Yet, after the third, the silence got a tad awkward. Sora glanced back at Nya, who was staring at her with a baffled look; almost as though she had seen a ghost. "What. . .?" Sora glanced behind her, seeing if she had missed something. Yet, she only saw her mech and came to the conclusion that she didn't. "How did you?" Nya's posture straightened as Sora glanced back at her. Now Sora was positively confused, "How did I what?" And Nya would roll her wrists, acting like that had carried the answer to Sora's question. It didn't and Sora was left just puzzled. Yet Nya seemed to get the hint that, maybe, Sora didn't know what she was talking about and happened to just take a rather accurate jab in the dark with her rhetorical question. As for Nya shook her head, clearing the baffled look on her face, before actually waving off Sora's puzzled look this time. "Nothing, nothing. I just thought-" And again, Nya wouldn't finish her sentence as her eyes drifted back to Lloyd. Sora would notice as she rubbed her neck, her eyebrows frowning more so than before, and a frown tugging deeper on her lips.

"I LEFT YOU GUYS ALONE FOR ONLY A SECOND!" Kai's shouting filled the court yard as Sora, Arin, Wyldfyre, and Riyu stood away from the gigantic hole in Monastery wall. Kai had gone inside only a a few minutes before a merge portal had appeared right above the Monetary; which both frightened and confused the four, seeing as Lloyd had used the dragon cores a few weeks ago! "It wasn't us!" Arin started, instantly trusting his hands up in the same way a cop would ask you to. Kai gawked at the four before rushing down the Monastery steps as Zane peaked door behind him, confused. Sora was quick to add to Arin's plea for innocence, yet she was cut off by Wyldfyre. "This was not our faults!" Wyldfyre crossed her arms, "Someone just fell out of the sky, crashed, and broke the wall! It was not me this time." Sora resorted just to agreeing with the two at this point. Kai groaned, and Sora wondered if it was out of laziness (for not wanting to deal with another broken Monastery wall) or out of 'I'm going to be killed for leaving you all alone!'. Either way he rushed past the four and over to the wall, but to Riyu's concerned growls, to check out the damage. He drew his sword just encase. "Fell out of the sky? But Lloyd should have stopped the rifts from reopening." Zane said as he walked over to Arin's left, staring at the rubble with confusion before he began to analyze the rubble as Kai began to carefully climb onto of it. "That's what I thought!" Arin shouted, thrusting his hands out at the crashed wall, "but then someone just- FELL FROM THE SKY!" Sora would add, "While being spit out of a rift. Though it disappeared after they got spat out." "Again, none of this was Wyldfyre's fault." Wyldfyre stated again, nodding in agreement to her own statement as though to add value to it. Nya didn't seem too amused as she rushed out with Lloyd to the hole in the wall and the proclamations of rifts and people falling out of them. Kai swore he was getting a headache from listening to Arin, Sora, and Wyldfyre explaining the situation again; not from their voices, yet from the sheer annoyance that these rifts were causing trouble again. Especially when they had all thought that they were taken care of. And just as he thought life was getting back to normal, or as normal as life after the Merge could get, life slaps him in the face. Again! Thanks life, you're really helpful. Yet Kai's sour thoughts towards life didn't stop him from checking the rubble and coming to a quick stop after he noticed a familiar gi lying on top of the white stone. His body froze at an instant, the grip on the Monetary wall tightened, both out of fear and unknowing how to process who laid in front of him. "Lloyd-" Kai called into the flurry of voices that tried to figure out what had happened. Gaining no response from Lloyd at first, Kai tried calling him again despite not being able to tear his eyes away from the person. Finally, "LLOYD!" "What?!" Lloyd shouted back to Kai, turning to face the Fire Master both confused and more aggressive than he intended. Though his stance quickly softened as he noticed Kai's face: pale white. A beat. Lloyd gingerly, yet with as much confidence as he could muster, walked over to Kai and where he stood on the rubble. As he approached behind him, Lloyd called out again: "Kai?" Yet the only response he gained was a shaking hand that Kai pointed towards the rubble. Concerned, and with adrenaline now rushing through his blood like crazy (the held silence from the others not helping his nerves at all) Lloyd climbed upon the rubble to come face to face with a haunting face. In an instant, it felt like Lloyd's world was turned upside down as his eyes flickered over every detail of the familiar body that was no longer mangled or torn, no longer gruesomely defiled in the most repulsive way.

Lloyd could still remember how their limbs hung on like strings, or were disconnected entirely. How their blood stained the concrete road blacker than it had been, how the rotting smell filled the streets before the war had ended and they were safe to burry their friend. The details rushed back to Lloyd quicker than he wanted; more graphic than Lloyd remembered it being. The shock, horror, terror, slight disgust all made him recoil away from the stones wall; it forced him to completely turn his back and cup his mouth in fear of puking. His eyes were wide, his pupils shrunk as he tried to get those horrible, god awful memories out of his mind. The smell he remembered that coated the streets hit him, causing him to hunch over. He knew this was all in his head, old trauma resurfacing to bite him in the ass for never fully recovering from that scene. He could hear the voices, panicked and just as disturbed (mostly from the original Ninja) when they realized who laid in the rubble. Lloyd distantly felt a hand on his back, but his mind swirled and circled as he felt like his gut had been punched. "What's going on? What's happening?" Arin panic sounded so far to Lloyd, and Arin seemed further when Lloyd turned to look at his student. Arin grew fearful as he saw the detailed horror on Lloyd. Nya was trying to calm the situation. Zane was examining the body, trying to make sense of what was happening. He first ran a diagnostic and the only words Lloyd picked up were "Alive", "Breathing", "Vital". They weren't mangled and torn and tattered, they breathed and were whole and alive. That was a wild concept to Lloyd, caused his knees to buckle. His hand slid down roughly on the Monastery wall as he crashed to his knees. He was trying to keep the tears from spilling over, hiccupping escaping his throat as he choked back sobs. "Can someone explain to use what's going on?!" Sora shouted as Lloyd balled his hand into a fist against the Monastery. Sora sounded distressed, Lloyd couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame any of the new students for how they felt at the moment, after all this was slowly turning into a shitshow of emotions. Lloyd could feel Nya trying to snap him out of his engrossing thoughts yet the felt all consuming; It's like Lloyd felt everything all at once and yet, somehow, nothing at the same time. He blanked out at the explanation the students were given. He blanked out for a while. He wasn't sure when someone had managed to move him, yet he now sat in the living room of the Monastery with his fists clenching at his pants and this sickening feeling still in his stomach. How can you possibly explain that the fact that someone who had died, gave their life, to protect something greater than them (yet somehow also meaningless after they gave their life) to students who hadn't heard of them before? Lloyd moved his hand to cup his mouth, trying to control his breathing as his eyes zooned out on the floor. His knee bounced now without the weight of his arm. He could hear Nya next to him trying to explain the seemingly impossible to the three students: "A long. . . long, time ago, during one of our last fights with Lord Garmadon, after Harumi had resurrected him, we were almost cornered." Nya explained, "Well, we had been running from their joint forces for a while, taking refugee in abandoned building of Ninjago, yet this time we had no were to truly run. I suggested we split up, confuse Lord Garmadon and Harumi and Lloyd said we needed to all stick together." Nya would pause, allowing Lloyd to notice how she had rambled a little and how Kai had to place a hand on her shoulder. There was a silent nod that was shared from Kai to Nya, something to reassure her. Nya took a deep breath before she continued, "To make a long story short, the Ninja you saw crashing through the wall was the Purple Ninja, Master of Crystals. . . (y/n). "They had, despite much protest, said they would ward off Garmadon and give us a chance to escape; promised that they would meet us back at the base-"

"Garmadon tore her to pieces." The growl in Lloyd's voice didn't go unmissed as he interrupted Nya. His hand pulled down from his mouth, pulling at his skin a little before he rubbed his neck. "Left her to die rotting on the street, limbs hanging on by threads. . ." His statement was followed by silence, stunned if not horrified silence. Lloyd didn't look up at the three students, who sat or stood nearby. He couldn't bare to catch their eyes, to catch the horror that their mind was crafting after the vague description that Lloyd left hanging in the air. The silence was thick, thicker than Lloyd would have wished. "But... but they seemed.. fine?" Arin choked out, trying to get some sort of positivity back into the room; or at least to get some people to start looking on the bright side. Despite the gruesome topic. "We don't know how." Nya answered, shaking her head. "The best explanation would be that she was fixed when their soul moved on to the Departed Realm? But we haven't seen much trace of that realm in the merged... nor have we seen many traces of other realms for souls, like the Cursed Realm." "Yes, and it is rather odd that she would appear now." Zane walked into the room, cleaning his hands with a cleaning cloth. Attention snapped to him in a unsettling way (from his standards) yet he guessed it was just worry for the Ninja he had just been taking care of. "Especially after Lloyd stopped the MergeQuake. We can only hope that means that the Realms are settling into their new place, and returning people to where they're meant to be. Yet, that would not explain how (y/n) managed to resurrect." Zane noticed how Lloyd didn't look in his direction when he spoke, yet he couldn't blame Lloyd, not after all they've been through. Not after all he's been through; Especially since he was the closest to (y/n). "Well, the only thing we can do now is just wait for them to wake up, yeah?" Sora pipped up after a moment and she would receive a nod from Zane. She made sure to think on her next words, as well as her tone, before she crossed her arms, "So then let's go do something! I'm sure your friend wouldn't want to wake up after being dead for so long to see you all depressed!" "OH!" Arin pipped up instantly. "I have just the thing!"

The smell of some sort of bread was the first thing that came to mind, the second would be the warmth of a weighted cover that was tossed up to my shoulders, and the third would be the softness of the pillow at my head and the mattress under me. The warm and softness coaxed me back to sleep, yet my mind made it feel as though I had been asleep for decades. Decades. A soft murmur escaped my mouth as I rolled onto my side, my brain slowly registering the sounds that echoed from where I laid. The sound of birds nearby, the clattering of pans, the sound of laughter and chatter and talking; Feet on wood floors and sliding doors. The smell of different ingredients mixing with the smell of baking bread or maybe pie. It was like the sweetest dream. I grabbed at my covers and turned again on the mattress below me. It was so tempting to go back to sleep, to let the soft, warm sounds bring me to a dream where I was with everyone again. That was until I had fully registered what was happening. With a quick motion I shoved the blanket off of me, sitting up, and looking around feverously. I stared at the room in front of me, all too familiar and all too haunting. My hands had a mind of their own at they first touched the sheets under me, then my cheeks and face, and slowly my whole body as I began to register something: I was. . . alive? How was this possible? Hadn't I died, oh I don't remember, a few years ago? This shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't-. Thoughts circled around my mind like a storm that could not be tamed, panicked and frightened, terrified and horrific. I tried to remember what I could not, at the time, and my only last thoughts were those of the moments before I had died. The feeling of my bones, ligaments, tendons, muscles all pulling apart are screams ripped out of my throat in a piercing way that still haunting me. The tears that streamed down my cheeks, the pain; oh the unbearable pain, all suffered to make sure that everyone else could hopefully see another day. So Lloyd could see another day. I raised my hand, feeling my damp cheeks. I didn't even realize I had been crying, and I frowned my eyebrows as I couldn't understand whether it was because the memories or the confusion. And I couldn't help but sit on the bed, my bed, as I reeled in all that was happening. I was alive, I was back. Yet was everyone else here? What had happened after I died? Did the resistance work? Is Ninjago City back to how it had been? Is- The thoughts brought me onto my feet and tugged at my gi, taking in a shaky breath as I felt it. My feet guided themselves, my mind in a foggy trance, to the door and out the room, down the hallway of the Monetary while following the sounds of voices and laughter. I was led to the kitchen, were I would stand at the door and look in at the scene: Lloyd, Nya, Zane, Kai, and four people I didn't know; three kids, one frog guy. They all were making Pies, from what I could tell, and they were laughing and smiling and joking. Kai had flicked flour at Nya, who sneezed and glared playfully at Kai. Zane was putting pies into the stove, helping as the kid with pink hair read a book out loud. Lloyd with a kid in orange stood at a counter nearby, seemingly racing to make the pie that the pink-haired kid was shouting. The frog guy stood nearby. I didn't noticed as tears flowed back down my cheeks as I stared at the scene, my mouth slightly agape. Everything seemed so peaceful, so right. I could only guess Jay was in his room changing because there was a massive pile of flour on the floor and on Kai and Lloyd. Cole probably in the bathroom from having eaten too many of the sweets, with all the empty pie tins that laid on the table. Nya was the first to notice me, she was about to throw water at Kai yet paused as her eyes caught a glimpse of me and looked back. I could see the way her eyes widened, realization and relief and overwhelm wash her. All I could give her in response was a small smile, a weak bit of laughter.

There was a brief moment were we just stared at each other, and the next thing I knew Nya had rushed away from her spot and enveloped me in a hug. And I couldn't help but hug her back, feeling tears form in her eyes as I choked on mine. "Oh fuck-" Kai mumbled, and I could only guess he had realized why Nya had not shot him with water and instead rushed towards the door. The room grew quiet, confused then realized, as attention darted over to Nya and I. Lloyd's eyes. Oh, his eyes. Despite the pain that rang through them, they way they scrunched and drew out lines on his face. Despite the way he could only meet my eyes for a few seconds at a time. Despite the way they reddened, looking like he was about to cry. His eyes were still lovely as ever. I tightened my grip on Nya, "What did I miss?" I mumbled softly to the shocked silence. I let out something akin to a airy-chuckle. "Most recently, the ending of MerqeQuakes which occurred when all the realms were merged together into one big realm; before that,-" Zane began to respond yet he stopped himself. He couldn't help but smile, and I swear he was about to cry (if he could). "Actually, that does not matter. What matters now is that you're back... and awake." Nya slowly let go of me, I could feel as she tried to break from my grip and I slowly loosened her. She was smiling, yet she was crying; choking on her own tears. I couldn't help but give Nya one last reassuring squeeze before I slowly moved around her and towards Lloyd. The silence seemed thicker as I reached Lloyd, his hesitance more noticeable as his brows thickened and frowned. A thin frown spread across my lips, I knew what this was about (that much didn't take me being alive for years to know). "Lloyd I-" My voice felt weak as I started, reaching out to Lloyd with my hand yet stopping. I balled it into a fist, seeing Lloyd turn away from me, and slowly dropped my arm back to my side. What words could you say to someone who you betrayed? Nevertheless someone like Lloyd, who's been through so much and the last thing he wanted (I knew) was to see my body on the concrete floor. Blood staining the road. Limps ripped apart by his father. I knew that so much that my last thoughts had been about Lloyd had how he would react when he saw the scene. My mouth twitched as I stood there, next to Lloyd, in silence as my head fell. Sorry was not good enough, it would never be good enough; no apology would be good enough to start trying to make up for the time I had missed. For lying, as I knew that I wouldn't meet them back up. For everything. For leaving him alone and making him bear the world without me for so many years. For not being there for him for whatever he had to go through while I was gone; it had aged him so, I could see the aged pain in his eyes. It would never feel enough. "I'm-" And yet, somehow Lloyd turned to face me. And somehow, he came to embrace me, hugging me tightly as though he were afraid I would die again. And somehow, he managed to be near me after everything I had done. And somehow, I had a feeling, we would slowly get through this. Slowly, I wrapped Lloyd in a hug and gripped onto his gi, just as tightly. I buried my face into his shoulder as he did the same and we just stood there and hugged tightly. And everything felt right, even if it was for a brief moment. Everything felt like it had and how it should here in the Monastery, with Lloyd: It felt like home.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ Austin

: ̗̀➛ (factual information) Austin would have approximately died in 1988, have crashed in a large forest fire inside of Piston Peak; we believe he would be around 30-49 years old in cannon when he died. He would also be the second largest member of PPAA aside from Martin. : ̗̀➛ (head cannon information) Austin would be the PPAA's second resident giant, having come after and been trained by Martin; he would have stayed in Martin's hanger while in training, soon taking it over not even 3 months after he was certified due to Martin's crash. Austin and Martin would have stayed in a 'second story' of the PPAA's dedicated for larger planes; the 'second story' was piece of mountain that was flattened just above and behind the PPAA for bigger planes. They had larger hangers and runways to accommodate them. Yet, when the PPAA grew smaller due to crashes around the 70's and 80's, paired with budget cuts, and other factors the 'second story' became overgrown and was used as scrap metal for repairs on the main PPAA area. Austin would have been much like Bobby from Cars, and a little bit of Martin (having been trained by him and such); He is much more serious than Martin was during a forest fire, but he was even more goofier out of the sky. He most likely put the old smokejumpers up to the craziest things to bother the new mechanic (Maru) and Patch; shenanigans that would have ranged from putting tools in jell-o, setting off a fire extinguisher, or hiding parts.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ Syd

: ̗̀➛ (factual information) Syd would have approximately died in 1990, most likely having died when he was around 30-40 years old; give or take some pull. Due to CHoPs ending in 1983, give or take a few years, Syd would have been one of the people to train Blade (if he was trained as PPAA, if so the first person who would have trained him would have possibly been Knox (who would have also certified him)). If not he would have been working along side Blade (who is canonically around 60 years old) for a few years before he crashed. There is also another possibility of Blade having trained Syd, though I don't believe that's likely. : ̗̀➛ (head cannon information) We believe that Syd would have been like Nick, not exactly like him but someone that Nick would have great enjoyment in being around (i.e. if they knew each other they would tussle in the ground together and playfight, almost like siblings). Blade most likely saw that part of Nick in Syd and kept his distance away from the helicopter for a few years. Knox, being the possible chief at this time, would have most likely tried and get Syd and Blade to communicate more to strength the team's cooperation; leading Blade to subsequently become friends with Syd, no matter how much he disliked it at times. We also believe that Knox and Syd might be brothers, due to their similar builds and color pallets; though that's also more up for interpretation. If so, that would mean Syd would have taken over as chief after Knox crashed. He would have also possibly tried to train Blade on how to be a good chief while he was alive, giving a few pointers here and there but nothing too big that would signal he was stepping down. That was until the fire, with Syd's last message through the radio, "It's all yours now, Blade." They had brought him back to the base, yet it had been too late. Blade never officially got training from Syd and felt as though his old wounds from Nick reopened and paired with that of Syd's death; he had to take the position of Chief anyways, being the oldest member of PPAA (aside from Maru, who had followed him here.) Right after Syd's death, Cam Spinner would have most likely started to begin budget cuts for PPAA.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ Martin Mars

: ̗̀➛ (factual information) Martin would have approximately died in 1977, having died when he was around 20-40, seeming to look on the younger side of the other Members present on the board; despite his older model. I believe in cannon that Martin would have been the resident giant before Austin and had actually been the one to train Austin on how to preform his job; being the only other plane with a 44ft wing span that resided in PPAA. I believe he had also been the one to train Dipper, having been present on the cover of 'Dipper's First Day' before he didn't make the final cut (in the final cut, Dipper is trained by a orion plane.) Martin may have also been a traveling PPAA member, as seen on the chart below his photo frame (with another picture of him on there). He seemed to be charted to go from Piston Peak to Quebec, as well as 2 other places in East Canada; though he had only made it to Quebec and most likely had crashed while fighting that fire. : ̗̀➛ (head cannon information) Martin, much like Austin, would have stayed in the (now) overgrown and scrapped portion of the PPAA 'second section'; having been one of the first planes who would need such accommodations due to the narrow lanes and hangers. He would have trained Austin before his crash and was sort of like a gentle giant to everyone else. We believe Martin would have been a lot like Strip from Cars 1/3, yet a little more headstrong and steady forward. He knows why he is doing something before it's being done and will do it correctly the first time; yet, in the same time, he knows how to have a fun time. He would have been the guy shouting how they should do bonfires and enjoying the days in which no fires sparked.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ  Knox

: ̗̀➛ (factual information) While Knox is not his real name, we do believe he died around 1988 when he was around 40-50; being one of the more long-term members of PPAA. It's my personal guess, due to him and Martin sharing articles near each other, they had either died in the same fire or fires related to each other. He also is the son/grandson of a former PPAA member (I cannot remember for the life of me off the top of my head, but it is mentioned.) : ̗̀➛ (head cannon information) Knox would have most likely been the 'leader/chief' of PPAA during Blade's first years of training (and before he came to PPAA.) From what we see from his photos, we believe Knox would have been much like older Blade yet had much more of a knack for his position. Due to his other picture (with seemingly some sort of quote from Knox) Knox would have most likely been trained for his position from possibly his father/grandfather who worked for PPAA and was the current chief during his training; as such why he was much more equipped for the position than Blade (Blade could have been trained by a possible combination of Knox and Syd.) We also believe that Knox and Syd might be brothers, due to their similar builds and color pallets; though that's also more up for interpretation. If so, that would mean Syd would have taken over as chief after Knox crashed.

This is all the information that my friend and I have slowly compelled about the four planes on the crash board (along with a few head cannons for how they would have been during their life in the cannon planes universe (we have slight different Interpretations in our version of Planes where no one dies)) Please feel free to do what you want with this post and the information we had gathered up; this was all for fun and out own pure curiosity on who these planes might be! The information might not be cannon and some of it might. Either way, thank you for reading and I hope you found this enjoyable. Also thank you to the following people for helping! @house-of-past-lives (co-author; helped form this whole piece) @jigsaw173 (the poster of the original blog about PPAA's crash wall) @penname-artist (for coming up with the tally theory)

Maybe the simple answer to that question is yes, had been foolish. Maybe there was a more deep rooted and straining answer that justified your way of doing things. Or maybe, there was no answer at all and that was simply just a opinion biased answer, all keen on a person's morals and outlook. "Just watch as #10, Hinata Shoyo, runs across that court like a hungry wolf ready to get his next point! In combination with number #11, Miya Astumu's, serve he was able to leave the blockers on the Argentina Men's team completely rattled!" A sudden uproar filled the crowds, a rally from those supporting Japan equaled with the upset from those supporting Argentina engulfed the stadium in noise. It was louder than a lion's roar, stronger as well. It invoked fear, yet also dignity and fire in the players down the court and you couldn't help but rally along. It was a powerful, moving thing. Though no matter how many voices pierce and whipped the air of the stadium, Kuroo could always find yours. Kuroo had been situated down on the sidelines of the court, a spot in which he could see the game from the same level as those playing on the court. Being one of sports promoter for Japan Volleyball Association, he always had a spot down on the court's sidelines to feel just a little more connected to the team than the other spectators. It allowed him to get a good feel for how everyone worked together, how the cogs turned and what extra pieces could be substituted or added in to get everything flowing as neatly as it can. When he had first told you about the job offer that the office wanted him to take up, to travel over to the stadium that was hosting the Japan Men's vs Argentina Men's Volleyball game, he would have thought his offer for you joining him would had been declined. You usually didn't come with him to many of the games he had to go to, whether that is to check on the progress of the National's men team or whether that's to go scout out new recruits. You usually would stay home, not finding any interest in the sport but never discouraged him to not go. It had how the two of you had been living since Kuroo obtained his job and you no longer went to go support Nekoma's volleyball games because of him. Yet, you had turned his expectations on his head when you had agreed to come; saying how you needed a break from your job, and how your boss was almost forcing you to take a break soon as you never really used up any of your 'sick days.' Either way, no matter if you decided to come on force of your company or on your own free will, Kuroo was esthetic, and a little prideful, to have you here. So, when you even started cheering, joining in the crowd's big rally to encourage the Japan Men' National team, he couldn't help but beam. His smile grew from ear to ear, turning to look at you and all your immaculate beauty; shouting and cheering like you have loved the sprot since you were a little kid, shouting and cheering like you had done for him when he played with Nekoma. It brought something out of Kuroo, causing his voice to start to bubble deep within his chest and quickly rise; combining together, swirling around and conjoining with all the cheers. Subsequently, he burst out in cheers, joining the rally in supporting the team he helped promote. You had always been able to bring out the best side in Kuroo, and he couldn't ever thank you enough for that.

"What was that?!" Exclaimed Bokuto as he came hurdling, bouncing over to Kuroo after the adrenaline rushing match. Bokuto couldn't hide his big grin or even bigger, contagious personality which quite literally took up the size of the whole stadium; infecting everyone around him with this positive attitude that wasn't easily shaken off. This rub of influence was most notable in Hinata, Astumu, and Yaku who came to quip and question Kuroo as well, having heard his voice yell so loud and clear for their team; something that did not happen often when Kuroo was off on the sidelines of the court, as he tried to keep a more professional attitude. Kuroo turned to the team, some being his long-term friends other old rivals from when he was in high school, and couldn't help but knew his gut instinct was right; he just knew after his outburst they would be rushing him like confused dogs seeing their owner for the first time, excited to bark and jump on them. "Hey! You were all like- AAAHHHH!" Hinata exclaimed, waving his hands frantically in the air as Yaku and Bokuto where right by his side. They were nodding their heads furiously in agreement, and Kuroo couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. These guys haven't changed much since highschool, he thought to himself as a snicker grew across his lips. Placing his hands in his pockets, Kuroo leaned back a bit in a suave motion that captured the attention of the three players in front of him. "Let's just say, I brought a little 'reinforcement' that inspired me to go all out this one time." Chuckled Kuroo, his snicker growing ever so slightly when he mentioned you, his little reinforcement. Though Hinata gave him a confused look, subsequently with Bokuto tilting his head to the side and scrunching his eyebrows and nose. And as Yaku stood there in thought, wondering who Kuroo could have meant by reinforcement (he hadn't seen anyone particularly special in the crowds or talking to him, before or during the match) you had made your well-timed entrance. Bokuto had been the first to realize you were coming, as you walking in from behind Kuroo (where you had been seated) and he was quick to extend an arm out. He waved frantically, shouting your name as if you couldn't see the group of four and you had been aimlessly wondering around the stadium in search of them. You chuckled slightly at Bokuto's boosting, which was followed by both Hinata and Yaku greeting you as you drew closer. "Hey, long time no see!" Yaku called as you took your spot next to Kuroo, who had promptly wrapped an arm around your waist and drew you closer to him; it was a subconscious habit he had picked up through all the years the two of you had spent together. You didn't mind, in fact you enjoyed being in his arms. So, you didn't pay him any attention as you waved to the three players in front of you. "Hey Bokuto, Hinata, and Yaku. Crazy game, huh?-" You started, your tone as light was whipped cream yet soft and a little hoarse from all the yelling it had suddenly endured. You usually don't raise your voice any louder than normal speaking volume, so the sudden shouting and screaming, crying like the world was ending anytime they lost a set was something I wasn't used to. That, Bokuto knew well; it was only a given with how much he decided to drop by our house unannounced, or even announced. So, it was no shock to you for Bokuto to notice your voice was a little hoarse, "Hey, hey! What happened to you?!" Bokuto asked, as intrigued as a little child. He leaned forward at looked at you with his eyes, all big and round, like he was still captain of the owls; and you couldn't help but chuckle a little. You reached up and rubbed your soar throat, smiling softly at Bokuto as you tried to reassure him and his concerns. "Ah, nothing. I just haven't shouted that much since I was cheering for Kuroo at Nationals." Having been informed of your decision, a surprising one at that, Yaku was the first to realize who Kuroo had been speaking of!

"YOU'RE THE REINFORCEMENT!" Pointed Yaku, his grin beginning to beam from ear to ear as he now understood why Kuroo had been so excited earlier! Only you were able to break Kuroo's professional attitude on the court sidelines, get him to scream and shout like he had been; bringing out the old captain that rested inside of him, a captain that would always look at you during a match and get even more pumped than he had been. Even when he is on his last leg, thighs burning and stamina all depleted, you where one of the major factors that kept him motivated and kept him running that extra step forward. Realization rang in Boktuo and Hinata, "OH!" They both reeled, looking between you and Kuroo as you couldn't help but become rather perplexed by the sudden events. You rubbed the back of your neck, glancing up at Kuroo with one eyebrow scrunched down and the other cocked upwards. There was a sneaky, questioning smile on your face as Kuroo playfully shrugged his shoulders, acting like he had no idea on what they were talking about. You knew he did though. "You were cheering us on?!" Bokuto roared, fists balled in as all the energy he had lost playing Argentina surged back into his body. Hinata looked as shocked, yet ready as Bokuto did; and for some reason you couldn't help but wonder if your cheering was somehow contagious? "Yeah, I was cheering you guys on. You played an amazing game today!" You laughed gently, waving trying to wave off Bokuto's sudden excitement. Yaku's beam couldn't be brighter, but his face soon turned playful, "What did Kuroo bribe you to get you to cheer? Nevertheless, cheer so loud that Kuroo heard you over everyone else in the crowd? Money? A nice date? maybe something m-" "Alright, Yaku, that's enough!" Kuroo was quick to interject, acting as though he was a knight in shining armor; here to save you from anything that the three players tried to through your way. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Kuroo antics, the ones you knew the best and loved the most. You silently raised your hand, slowly counting down from three to one. When you lowered your first finger, subsequently reaching zero, Kuroo quipped, "Of course, I wouldn't protest if I was able to get some..." Kuroo started but was quickly shut down with you shoving your hand in his face, effectively making him eat his words. Something that caused Yaku to start to howl with laughter, followed by Bokuto. "Nope." You shut Kuroo down completely, causing him to pout into your hand. He reached up, gently took your wrist into his hand, and brought it down to his chest. He melodramatically tossed his head back, sniffling and pouting like a toddler as he drew up his free wrist to wipe away non-existent tears. "Oh, my dear, you pain me so much!" Kuroo cried wolf, "You're so mean to me and for no reason? Is my love not enough for you, do you need my money too? Listen how my heart aches for you, aches at all your harsh words and aches for your touch!-" "I didn't expect Kuroo to still be this whipped for you 5 years into your relationship." Mumbled Akaashi as he now stood next to Bokuto, who seemed more than (playfully) disgusted at Kuroo's show of affection towards you. Yaku was playfully snicking his finger into his mouth, his tongue drawn out as he fake gagged at the whole situation. You were left shaking your head slightly, bitting back giggles at Kuroo. "You know him, never can over the puppy dog phase." I teased as I drew my hand away from Kuroo's chest, reaching back and tauntingly rubbing his back like a parent trying to soothe their little kid. "I feel bad for him sometimes, thinking he needs to act all cute for affection. It hurts, but nothing I do seems to fix it." Akaashi raised a hand to suppress his chuckle, a small grin having lined his lips as Kuroo looked down at you bum hurt at your statement; maybe he was also hurt that you played along with Akaashi and not him. He was prompt to place a hand on his waist and look away, "Well, at least you love it. I can saw that for sure." Kuroo huffed, causing you to chuckle.

"Yes, I do love your weird, childish antics as much as I love you and your bed head, Tetsurou." I squished Kuroo's face, forcing him to make duck lips so I could entertain myself with his slightly scrunched face. Yaku seemed very much entertained about the duck lips himself as he sneakily took a photo of Kuroo, his camera shutter being the only thing that gave it away. "Shit." Yaku mumbled as Kuroo whipped his head around towards the Libero. "HEY! Yaku what the hell-!?" Subsequently, Bokuto sprung at the chance to try and retrieve the photo from Yaku before Kuroo could take his phone and delete it.

He's actually been feeling it a little himself, even more so when he glanced away from you and towards the vast emptiness again. The darkening sky towering over the both of you, almost like an invitation for the both of you to go see where the end of the sky was. . .if there was even an end to it. Though of course, Tsukishima, logically, knew that there was no end to the sky; it was an endless wrap of protection from the sun, gaining its color from a reflection from the ocean. But something inside of him, something you usually sparked, tugged him to go see if that science was true; to put everything he knew up to question, maybe just for you or maybe to answer something inside of him. "When are your nationals, Kei?" Your voice cut through the silence the two of you had shared, jerking Tsukishima's attention over to you once more. He took a quick surveillance of your mood, seeing if it had changed from when he first saw you, but he still saw that soft pensive mood on your face. He saw it even more now with how you had rested your head on the palm of your hand, leaving your elbow to be supported by your knee. Your other hand was wrapped around your stomach, your classic thoughtful stance. Tsukishima hummed, "I told you this yesterday, I'm sure you remember." He cocked and eyebrow up at you, a little quip to your loftiness. An attempt to get whatever you were hiding inside out. "Spring?" You mumbled back, not acknowledging his quip as you usually would; causing Tsukishima to shuffle a little in his seat, replanting his feet into the ground. It was also though he subconsciously prepared himself for some sort of news that would shift his world. A possible breakup, a possible diagnoses of a slow life-ending disease, a possible sudden move of prefectures? But he confirmed your ask, "Yes, it's in the Spring." He mumbled, his eyes shifting away from you and instead took to the sky again. Small wisps of clouds floated away overhead, the sun peaking out behind a few building to cast a golden hue over the lands. It was calming. Tsukishima knew you were also taking a moment to thank the sun for its beauty, or at least you were taking a moment to take it in. He knew when you had finished doing so, as you swiftly stood up from your place; standing on the steps of the gym while you stretch up towards the golden-hued sky, taking up as much space as you could to shake off some nerves or possibly just getting your muscles ready. Tsukishima took you in for as long as he could, being more attentive to you than he had the golden-hued sky. He admired you silently, watching as you relaxed once more and subsequently shook your arms a little bit. Wrists flicking, a sign of nerves or too much pent up energy. Tsukishima's lip twitched as he saw yours open, flowing out words he never thought you would say, "Wanna go for a drive?" or something a long those lines that caused his heart to skip a beat. Yet he externally cocked an eyebrow up, your wondering voice trailing as a tell-sign that you didn't want to go for just a drive. He couldn't help the snort that slipped out of his nose, a smirk widening across his face. Now it was him who propped up his face with his hand, staring at you with curious yet questioning eyes; they were almost taunting in a sense, like a cat observing its meal before it pounced. "Where would their highness like to go?" He retorted, "Perhaps to space since that head of yours seems to be in it." He watched as you snickered a little at his comment, fighting off a small bit of laughter that threatened to slip through your lips; you were trying not to give him the satisfaction of your beautiful laughter. Yet he heard the little bit you had repressed, causing him to widen his smirk by a inch or so as he narrowed his eyes, "Indecisive? If I didn't know better, you might actually be suggesting we shot ourselves into space."

"No, no! Of course no." Your laughter had finally slipped through as a countered. Tsukishima always had a thing for your laughter, how it always sounded so genuine and fluffy. It made him slightly whipped, and If he was some sappy man he would have probably said your laughter would light up a room, or rival the brightness of the sun. But he wasn't, so he just admired it from where he sat with a small smirk that was quirked up to the right. "I just," You paused, taking a moment to take in a deep breath through your nose. Tsukishima watched as you let it out, having a feeling that you were still shaking off the nerves of what you wanted to tell him. " I just want to drive; drive far from here with you, music, and maybe some books. I just want to drive and keep driving, see everything the world has to offer and everything it doesn't. I want to drive with you to the end of the sky, if there even is one, and until we run out of gas money. I just. . .I want to see something different, I wanna do something different." Your voice had risen up so suddenly then spilled out all at once, all so suddenly that it sounded like you were almost afraid that it was shove itself back inside; coward away at the fear of rejection. You didn't look down at Tsukishima after you spoke, or even while you spoke, you just kept your eyes up at the sky. You hands had found itself in front of your stomach, you fiddled with them as you waited for Tsukishima's answer. He could tell that your stomach must be in a knot, your brain swirling with the possibility of being rejected by him for reason X or reason Y. Tsukishima could basically feel it coming off you in waves. So, Tsukishima let out a soft hum to let you know he was giving your request a thought; hoping to relieve at least a little of your anxieties with the alert that he was giving your offer even a single thought. Maybe he would have hummed more than once if he was someone different, showing you that he was chewing over your thought multiple times in his head. That he was giving it some real consideration before he answered back to you. To show you that he cared about your opinions no matter how stupid he might think they are; simply because they're your opinions and he cares about you. But no matter how much he loved you, he still loved to tease you even more. "So what, you propose we run away together for weeks on end, not tell anyone where we're going, survive on whatever money we have, and just drive to heaven knowns where?" Snickered Tsukishima as he let out a puff of air, "That sounds like a perfect murder and missing persons case." You let turned to him, almost frowning your eyes as what he said processed in your mind. Though he could tell you didn't take to heart what he said, he could tell by the challenging smile you wore and the glimmer in your eyes. How you suddenly closed your arms and cocked your hip to the side, showing you were ready to argue your point. He loved that about you, you challenged the words of others but not to the point where he would get a headache. It was a nice change to the guys to stood inside that gym, who have no doubt have realized he's gone yet haven't been permitted to go fetch him; most likely thanks to Yamaguchi. "I'm serious, Kei. I want to see so many things in this world and I want to see them with you! Don't you want to go experience everything you thought you couldn't? It could be a mini-vacation, a week or two of us just driving and doing what we what in that moment." You rebutted, your eyes leaving him and looking up at the sky once more. "Sounds like a chaotic mess." Kei snickered as he followed your eyes up to the sky as well. It had mixed into more hues, looking almost like a painting. The blues swirled with the pinks that splashed with the oranges and the yellow dotted around like highlights. The white from the clouds fluffed in the sky, completing it all with a soft touch.

"But a stress-free chaotic mess. One where it's just our company, the open road, and anything that comes along! We can sleep in the car or in a hotel, I've been saving enough money for this-" You were stopped by Tsukishima who couldn't help but laugh, "Your savings for a rainy day don't count, dear-" This time, it was you who cut him off, "I knew you were going to say that so I saved another bank account just for this. We have enough funds to make it at least a week, to and back from where ever we want to go under the sky! I have everything . . . " Tsukishima noticed as your voice trailed off at the end, becoming soft once more. He noticed your pause, how your arms had fallen to your side and your brows frowned together even more. You glanced to him through the side of your eye, before fully turning your attention to him. ". . .everything, but you." Your words caused Tsukishima to stare at you for what felt like several minutes, maybe even more. He wondered if you thought he was analyzing how you presented yourself after that speech, after those 3 words that caused his heart to flutter, even just a little. Tsukishima kept his hazel eyes on you, his lip pressing into the palm of his hand. He let out a huff and turned away from you, looking at nothing again. You couldn't see it, but he hid a small smile under his palm. He would never let anyone but you to see that sort of smile on his lips, he wouldn't even chance it. "Fine, we'll go wherever you'll like the next time we're on break. I'll be all yours," Tsukishima snickered a little, "I'll even miss practice if I have to." And with those words, Tsukishima knew he had made your day. But, what you didn't know, is that you made him excited for that week; he couldn't wait.

He wasn’t sure if it was due to your heritage, not having come from Italy, or if it was just your lack of interest in motorsports, but you had no idea who he was. You didn’t know that you were currently cuddled up in the arms of one of the most famous F1 drivers of all of Italy; that in his free time, Francesco didn’t work a normal 9-5 office job, selling something stupid like printers. You were left in the dark about his real job, and maybe it was for the better. At least that was what Francesco tried convincing himself as he looked back on the first date; your words still clear in his mind. . .

It was just past 8mp, the average time in which people would partake in dinner, and while Francesco would usually be having it with his mama right now, he wasn't; Instead, he was sat in a fancy restaurant, one in America he has been dying to try, with his breathtaking date across the table from him. He watched as you flipped through the menu of the restaurant. How you carefully analyzed your choices and mentally tabbed where they were located in the menu as you glanced over everything else; all while doing this with the softest smile that has ever grazed the Earth. Usually, Francesco believed that no one could match him in beauty; his ego often showing in the way he presented himself both off and on screen. Yet, you rivaled his long-going thought. You, Francesco knew were more beautiful or handsome. . .or anything, than him. And he accepted this, 100% without question or doubt. From the first moment he was allowed to lay eyes upon you. "So," Your voice cut through the small silence that laid between your table; it wasn't awkward, Francesco thanked, but more thoughtful. It was the usual silence that laid between two people on a first date who were deciding on what to eat. "This might sound cheesy, but if you had one thing you could devote your life to, what would it be?" Your smile crept into a smirk as you closed the menu and placed it down in front of you. Your fingers intertwined together, creating a soft net in which your chin rested upon, all the white your elbows supported your position by being placed on the table. While Francesco's first reaction would have been a quip, a witty remark about how a person with such high standards yourself would have such bad table manners, all he could do was snicker at you. He glanced up and down, a silent qup that he didn't dare to utter out; "I think I know what you like to devote your life to." His voice came out as playful, a little flirty. . .and still a little Francesco. Francesco watched as your eyebrows scrunched together, a gleam of playfulness in your eyes that he couldn't mistake for being the restaurant's light. You were entertaining him, he loved it, "Oh, is that so? Then, Angelo," Francesco was caught off guard for a moment, reeling in there new name that had been tossed into his face. "What am I devoted to in life?" You continued your sentence calmly, your voice bleeding into a playful tease as you shrugged your shoulders up a moment. Francesco hoped that you didn't notice his shocked face, how his eyes had widened slightly or how his pupils became smaller. He chocked back words to correct you, trying to continue on the conversation that currently happening between the two of you. He had forgotten all about the fake name, and subsequently the fake life, he had given you at the bar before the date; It had all but slipped his mind until now. He doesn't remember that night fully, only in dazed and flashed memories that slpped away from him a little too soon before he could process them. It almost felt like a dream, a day he had never actually experienced. Actually, he had even forgotten about this date until he saw the text you gave him (and subsequently scrolled back up through the dozens of texts the two of you had shared the night of.) He didn't know how to tell you he lied to your face. So, he guessed, he'd be having to play this role of a man named Angelo. Frm what Francesco could gather from his texts, 'Angelo' was a man much like Francesco himself; yet built around the key fact of one text you had sent him: "I'm not really into motorsports." That's what Angelo was framed around. Angelo, the fictional CEO of Franceso's sponsor. Angelo, the suave man who had captured your heart. Angelo, who was too much like Francesco yet. . .in whole, wasn't at all; all because the biggest part of Francesco that Angelo was missing was Francesco's love of racing.

"You seem like. . .you'd get a PhD in something related to marine animals. . .or how you have such outrageously awful table manners." Francesco quipped, snickering as it finally came out. He watched as your eyes glanced down at your elbows before you quickly retracted them. You placed your hands firmly on your lap, a slight flush dusting on your cheeks. Your reaction caused Francesco to chuckle, finding your actions more than adorable. For you, Francesco will be Angelo. He will be Angelo for as long as your heart burns for Angelo, and in turn burn for Francesco. . .even if it was just a little.