In a world…
No. We aren’t starting with that. Every action movie starts with that. Just cut to the opening.
We open in Tokyoville, a city that is totally not a rip off of anything that exists in real life. A monster is emerging, ready to attack. But the group of ninja protecting the city are ready to fight back!
But little do they know, a deeper threat lurks beyond the surface…
Alyssa: Charles, how’s the tracking going?
Charles: Going pretty good. Sigma’s monsters aren’t going to be terrorizing civilians for much longer.
Alyssa: Great! Now if we could only get into Sigma’s base, we could have him down as well! Speaking of which, how’s the cloaking device coming, Perez?
Perez: *working at table* Good. I just wish you wouldn’t drive so fast, Alyssa. It’s interfering with my work….
Alyssa: Well, you try navigating a four way intersection with a radioactive lizard on your tail.
Charles: Wait, hold up! You’re going to hit someone!
The van swerves, colliding with a building.
Alyssa: No! Kigashumi got away!
Perez: Don’t keep calling him that. It won’t catch on…
Charles: Guys! Are we just going to sit here and let that guy we just HIT WITH OUR VAN BLEED OUT ON THE SIDEWALK?
Alyssa: *sighs* Fine. Perez, get the stretcher. Let’s just take him back to the dojo.
Later, at the ninja’s hideout….
Cypress: *wakes up* Ugh.. what happened?
Perez: *monitoring vitals* You took a serious blow to the ribcage. But don’t worry, I fitted you with some of my new bone replacements. As soon as you heal, you won’t feel a thing.
Alyssa: *pokes head in door* Perez! Team meeting!
Perez: Oop, sorry. Gotta go.
Later, in the ninja conference room…
Alyssa: *sighs* Look guys. We can’t just dump him out in the town square. He’s seen the dojo. And besides, Stevenson went to Sigma last week. I say we let him join…
Back in the medical ward…
Cypress: So you’re saying that you’re just going to let me join you guys?
Alyssa: Yes, we have no choice. I hate to say this, but… welcome to the team, rookie. Training begins tomorrow. *tosses uniform onto Cypress’s lap.
Later that night…
Stevenson: *looking through window* Yes, my lord. It is all going according to plan…