Dimension X-Treme

Happy 30th Anniversary TMNT! This story introduces a character from the original 80s cartoon and puts them in the mix with the new 2k12 cartoon. POST WORMQUAKE, PRE LONELY MUTATION OF BAXTER STOCKMAN episodes: A rebel from Dimension X crashes into the Turtle's lives! Friends are made, fights are fought, teens are angst-out and pizza is eaten. My dream episode! Please enjoy! Don't own TMNT but Love them!

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles are at it again!

"I got you covered Donnie!" Michelangelo yells over the thunderous roar of battle as he deflects multiple ray gun shots from a group of approaching Kraang bots.

"Thanks Mikey! Just give me a few more minutes!" Donatello calls back from the alien control panel, typing frantically to shut it down. The Kraang had used it to open a gigantic dimensional portal right in the middle of Central Park… and the shadow of something big is approaching from within.

Leonardo cuts down a slew of metal monsters stalking up behind the purple-masked turtle and then dashes over to Raphael, fighting off more and more Kraang bots pouring out of the portal. They team up, shell to shell, pushing back the onslaught of alien foes.

"How much longer, Donnie?" Raphael roars at his brainy brother.

"There's no end to these drones!" Leo joins in.

"I almost got it!" Donnie counters sharply. As soon as he's about to press the button to execute the portal and send an irreparable virus through the system, a massive Kraang ship emerges. Donnie hits the button and signals to his mates. "It's shutting down! We have to get out of here!"

With that, the brothers break loose from the melee and disappear into the foliage of the park. They head straight for the nearest manhole cover. As Leo lifts the lid, a large swelling electronic noise rises in the air, followed by an earth-shaking explosion, knocking the Turtles to the ground. Donatello looks up through the branches and sees the Kraang ship rolling. He and his brothers quickly climb up a tree to investigate.

They see the ship attempt to clear the threshold before the portal completely goes out but something isn't right. Donatello places a pair of goggle binoculars over his eyes to get a better view. The Kraang ship has slowed down. Its guns are turned, firing at something within the portal. Just then a small black space cruiser speeds out of the portal and starts firing rapidly at the behemoth of a ship. "Guys! Someone just flew through the portal and is now attacking the Kraang ship!"

The tiny cruiser zips around in a seemingly erratic pattern, dodging Kraang missiles and lasers with ease. Its little ray guns don't seem to do anything at first, but then a huge ball of fire protrudes from the Kraang hull. The portal finally shuts down and half of the massive ship does not make it through. A large alarm begins to sound. The black cruiser takes a few more shots and careens away. The Kraang ship suddenly disappears into thin air, but not without ejecting two torpedoes at their tiny attacker.

"The Kraang Ship just vanished but that smaller ship is being chased by torpedoes!"

The little black cruiser is able to destroy one of the torpedoes with an anti-missile ray; the other one hits its left wing. The cruiser spins out of control and falls. The back pistons flare, flipping the craft toward the trees where the Turtles are currently perched.

"Oh no! Hit the deck, hit the deck!" Donnie screams. The brothers leap out of the way, jump down and fall back as the cruiser skids over the canopy of trees and crashes to the dirt.

Once the dust settles and the smoke clears the Turtles cautiously head toward the humming wreck. Donatello crawls onto the top of the narrow cockpit and opens it. He gasps, finding one person, unmoving, in the pilot's seat. "I'm going to unbuckle them and pull them out. Hopefully they're still..." Donnie cuts the belt of the jammed restraints and lifts the pilot out by the shoulders. Leo grabs the legs and they lay them on the ground, their head resting in Mikey's lap. Before anyone can stop him, Mikey pulls off the pilot's helmet.

Donnie yells. "No Mikey! They may not breathe our…air…"

The four teenage mutants gasp as they look upon the unconscious face of the pilot from Dimension X.

Mikey's eyes grow wide and his jaw drops open. "Dudes… she's so cute." She looks to be about his age, but with aliens, you can never really tell. Her skin reminds him of the warm color of honey mustard. Her hair is cut into a bang in the front that curls around like a pinwheel and the rest of it sits up on her head like the flame of a candle… it's the color of his bandana. Her ears are long and they point back on each side of her head. Her nose slants out like a human's but the nostrils form to her face in the shape of a 'V'… and her lips, Mikey laughs to himself, are shaped upside down, compared to an Earth girl's.

Donnie kneels beside him wanting to check for a pulse, but not quite sure where to start. "She looks like she's still alive… she's breathing faintly."

Mikey runs a finger down her cheek and she begins to stir. Her silver-colored eyes fly open and she starts to pant and cough. "She can't breath! Help me put her helmet back on!" Mikey panics. The girl grabs at the high collar of her suit and pulls up a transparent mesh of material over her mouth and nose. She takes in a deep breath and relaxes her head against Mikey's knees.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asks.

Her eyes focus on the strange, green being looking down at her. He doesn't look too dangerous, more like an overgrown pet. She feels as the three large fingers of his hand lace and lock around her gloved, six-fingered one. She stares at their hands curiously and then looks back up at him in shock. He smiles and her face turns bright red. No, really, her face is glowing red… like a stoplight.

She doesn't answer. Her eyes roll back and so does her head, out cold.

"Geez Mikey, I think you broke her." Raphael teases.

"Can it, Raph! I think she's just tired. You would be too if you took on a Kraang super ship all by yourself." Mikey pouts at the sleeping girl whose face cools back down to its original golden hue.

Sirens start to sound beyond the parameter of the park. Leo stands and looks around. "Sounds like it's time for us to vanish."

"But what about her?" Mikey asks, still holding the hand of the alien girl.

Leo sighs. "We'll have to take her with us. Since we don't yet know whose side she's on, it's best we get her to our Lair before she wakes up."

"Well, what about her space cruiser? We can't just leave it half-buried in the middle of the park." Donnie says.

"How far away is the Shellrasier from here?" Leo asks.

"It's parked behind Monticelli's on 63rd. I can have it here in five minutes." Raph says.

"Ok." Leo says. "I'll go with you. Donnie, you make sure that thing doesn't blow up on the way back to the Lair. Mikey, you take care of the girl."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Mikey says jovially.

Leo and Raph race down the sewer while Donnie makes sure the black spacecraft is safe to transport. Four minutes later the Shellraiser speeds into the park and stops with a screech. Leo tumbles out and Raph smirks at him.

"This is the last time you get to drive." Leo says as he places a hand over his lower plastron.

"We got here in time didn't we?" Raph rolls his eyes.

Michelangelo picks up the girl and gently lays her in the back of the Shellraiser. He goes and helps his brothers attach the tow line to the strange, black, space cruiser. Donnie hits few buttons and the cruiser begins to hover. He pushes another button and activates its cloaking device. "Her tech is too cool!" Donnie sings. They swiftly make their way out of the park as the lights of the NYPD blaze around the corner. The Turtles and their out-of-this-world guest head home to their underground Lair.

She sighs softly as her eyes open in a blurry haze. She looks up at the pipelined ceiling and silently gasps, now fully aware that she has no idea where she is. She hears beeping and machinery humming and slowly sits up. She swings her legs over the old rugged cot she'd been sleeping it and it creaks.

"So, you're finally awake." A strange voice babbles to her.

She looks to her right and sees the orange banded, green being, one of the beings that pulled her from her smoking ship. He's smiling at her again. It's a kind, welcoming smile, but to her, it's also weird. What kind of strange creatures have white teeth? She thinks to herself.

She watches as the green boy gets up and calls out. "Hey guys! She's awake! Come on!"

She is surprised to see a groovy-patterned natural dome of armor on his back. It reminds her of the tiny water beasts that live in the deep yellow oceans of her home planet. Very few of her comrades would believe that she had been saved by walking, talking, Otots. Then again, stranger things have happened in her short adolescent life.

She sits up straight as three more green beings enter the room. The tallest one, wearing purple, waves at her and smiles. He starts to hit buttons on a primitive-looking contraption. The one wearing blue comes in and smiles slightly. He pulls up a chair and sits next to the orange one. The red one looks like he has a goflin stuck in his armor. He stands by the door with his arms folded, studying the alien girl.

And then, a female walks in. She looks nothing like the other four. She's slender, pale-skinned and not-at-all in the physical condition the green ones are. The red-head sits beside blue and they stare at her, smiling and mumbling to themselves in words she cannot understand. She checks the status of her atmosphere pouch and it's completely charged… she wonders why.

"Wow, she's a real alien." Aprils says.

"April, we've known aliens before her." Raph sneers.

"Yeah, but the ones who try to shoot at you and kidnap me don't count." April raises a hand to her in greeting. "Hello, my name is April. It's nice to meet you."

She looks at the pale girl's five-fingered hand with confusion. "Ee layo konna lu minyo ta hattone." She says.

"Err, derp?" Michelangelo responds.

She just blinks at him.

"Mikey…" Donatello sighs. "She's speaking her native alien language. Just hold on a sec and I'll see if my machine can translate." Donatello pushes seemingly random buttons in fast succession. The clunky contraption hums and hoots.

"So, how does your machine work Donnie?" April asks him.

"Ahem, well, April… I programmed it to detect inflections and patterns of speech that are commonly found in many Earth languages. It then constructs a paradigm based on the most general hierarchy of conversation and converts it into English. I'm not sure if it will work for an alien language, but we're about to find out." Donatello pushes the button in the sequence needed to ready the test. He places a microphone in front of their strange extra-dimensional visitor. He speaks loudly and slowly. "Ok miss, please talk here."

She just looks at him.

"Donnie, she has no idea what you're saying, remember?" Michelangelo mocks. "We have to show her what to do through a language we can all understand!"

"Music?" Raphael asks snidely.

"No, Ninja Rap!" Mikey taps her on the shoulder and points back and forth to her, himself and the microphone. He then moves close to the microphone and puts one hand over his ear canal:

"Mic check, mic check, one, two, one, two

It's Big Mike wit' my bros Red, Purple and Blue

In the black of the night, we out protectin' our hood

Bet you never seen the color green look so good

With a BOYAKASHA, my orange banner flies

I be kicking crazy mutants right between the eyes

I'm on brainy pink faces, like white on rice

If I aint swingin' my brown chucks I gotta yellow pizza slice!

Stay golden."

Michelangelo stands back and brushes off his shoulders. "Next time, Donnie, could you turn down the treble and pump the bass? Thanks."

Everyone looks at him slack-jawed. Raphael slaps his free-styling brother on the shell. "Dude, that was sick!"

"I know, I know." Michelangelo brags. He looks at the alien girl and gestures for her to speak.

She looks at the oddly archaic device. She thumps on the soft sponge and opens her mouth. She says a long string of unintelligible words into the microphone and Donatello checks the feed and progress on his screen. After about thirty seconds, Donatello holds up his hand and the alien girl stops talking.

Donatello adjusts the translation rate and monitors the download time. "It shouldn't take too long. The fuzzy logic is trying to locate similar threads of data and piece together something we can understand." Suddenly the machines rumblings get louder and louder. It shakes menacingly, almost as if it is about to explode… then it 'pings' lightly. The machine cools down and spits out a long, very long strand of white paper all over the brainy turtle. Once it's done dispensing, he finds the beginning of the tape and attempts to read it. He shakes his head. "I… well, I think I can understand but…"

"But what?" Leonardo asks.

The four brothers get into a tight huddle and whisper back and forth.

"It looks as if she speaks like… the Kraang do." Donnie murmurs.

"What does that mean?" Raphael asks.

"Is she dangerous?" Leonardo asks.

"No way guys!" Mikey argues in a hushed tone. "The Kraang are the 'Ug-mugs' trying to take over our world and she was blasting her laser cannons at them. Does she really look like she could be in cahoots with those goopy brains to you?"

They cut their eyes at the exotically beautiful girl seated stoically on the cot. They look back at each other.

"Not to me." Raphael smirks.

"Looks can be deceiving." Leonardo warns. "Donnie, can you find a way for us to ask her some questions?"

"I think so." Donatello breaks the huddle, opens one of his many drawers and pulls out a pair of headsets attached to some souped-up walkie-talkies. He turns them on and sets them to the same frequency as his translator machine. "Now that I've downloaded part of her language into my program, we may be able to communicate. He places one headset on Michelangelo's head and clips the walkie-talkie to his belt. He hands the other pair to the girl.

She looks at Michelangelo and mimics his actions, placing the headset over her ear, bending the mouthpiece in front of her lips and clipping the walkie-talkie to her own belt.

Donatello makes the final adjustments on his screen. "Okay, Mikey. Go ahead and speak to her."

Michelangelo looks at her and waves shyly. "Hello." Instantly, strange foreign words amplify out of his walkie-talkie.

"Sheesh, that's a lotta words just to say hi." Raph mumbles.

The girl speaks and her response comes through the little speaker. "I give greetings to you, the one I am greeting right now."

Leo, Raph, and April give Donnie a sickening scowl.

Mikey cringes and covers the headset microphone with his hand. "Dude! Could you please give her a voice that DOESN'T sound like the devil with a head cold? More Beauty, less Beast!"

"Sorry." Donatello says exasperatedly as he opens a window on screen and adjusts some digital knobs, hoping for a more suitable voice that matches her cool, feminine tone. "Ask her name and where she comes from."

Michelangelo nods. "My name is Michelangelo, but you can call me Mikey. And these are my brothers; Leo, Raph and Donnie. And this is our friend, April. What's your name?" He smiles widely and blinks his bright blue eyes.

She listens to her language being spoken through his device and then responds. "I am the one who is called Kala. Tell me, Michelangelo, who I can call Mikey, where is this place that is the place I am currently finding myself?"

"Kala, that's a nice name, sounds like California. Anyway, you crash-landed on our planet. It's called Earth. And this cool place is our home! What do you think?" Michelangelo says as he spreads his arms in a displaying motion.

She looks around at the dark, cavernous interior. Although there is no natural light, it's a much better setting than where she'd come from. "This 'cool place' that you call your home is a place that I find to be a very acceptable place… and a place that I hope is also a safe place." She looks at him worriedly.

"Oh, don't worry, Kala. It's really safe here." Michelangelo assures her by placing a hand on her own.

She recalls this gesture from not too long ago and remembers that he had done the same thing when he pulled her from her spacecraft. Her face begins to rouge.

"Whoa, she does speak like the Kraang do." April remarks.

Kala jumps at the all too familiar name. "Kraang? You have knowledge of the evil beings that are known as the Kraang?"

Mikey nods and looks at her sternly. "Those creepy brains came here to our dimension, trying to take over our world!" Mikey then adds with a little bravado. "They tried, but we kick their robot alien butts every time!"

Kala gasps. "You warriors must be ones who are great warriors to thwart our eternal enemies who are the Kraang. The people of my people could have really use warriors like the warriors you must be." She looks downcast.

"How do you know about the Kraang?" Mikey asks her.

Kala sets her hands in her lap. She looks that the strange beings before her. Her eyes land on Michelangelo. "I come from my home that is the planet Neutron. My people who are known as Neutrinos were once free and filled with a happiness that was a happiness that could not be surpassed. Then one day the darkness that is the Kraang came to our world that is Neutron and attacked with attacks far more advanced than that of our ancestors. The Kraang who are Kraang came to steal the land, which is our land… We who are Neutrinos were thrown into war with the Kraang, known as The White War."

"Why was it called The White War?" Mikey asks.

"The color of the blood of my people is the color that is white and much of our blood was shed during the war that was The White War… My home that is Neutron was one of many planets that were consumed by the evil that is the Kraang… My people who are the Neutrinos have been living in.

captivity under the rule of the Kraang who are Kraang for the length of time that equals to generations… My parents who are my parents and the parents before my parents have given up hope." Kala stands and clutches a fist to her chest. "But I, who is Kala and my comrades who are my comrades of the secret resistance of the evil who is the Kraang have come together and have vowed a vow to do anything to stop the Kraang who are Kraang and free our home that is Neutron and any other planets who are the planets that are tired of being under Kraang rule! May the life of Neutron be forever bright!"

Kala speaks with such passion and fortitude; she grasps the attention and respect of everyone in the room.

Michelangelo looks at his brothers and April and know that they are all thinking the same thing. "Kala, we are going to help you however we can. We got your back!" Everyone nods in agreement.

She smiles. "Any enemy that is the enemy of the Kraang is a true ally that I trust as an ally to our resistance." She bows forward regally and presses her forehead against Michelangelo's. "I give thanks to you and to the ones that are your brethren, Michelangelo, the one I can call Mikey." Her silvery eyes shine and Mikey's face overheats at how close she is to him.

And just as quickly, she sits back down on the cot. The Turtles and April are taken aback at Kala's actions, but chalk it up as a Neurtrino-like custom… no matter how awkward it seems.

"I accept your assistance by assisting me with my primary objective that is my primary concern which is to get my ship that is my ship back in functioning order so I can take my place that is the place of leader along side my comrades who are comrades of the resistance."

"You are the leader of the resistance?" Leo asks and Mikey asks her. She nods.

Donatello speaks into Mikey's headset. "I can help you with that Kala. Your ship is in our garage. I did a preliminary scan of your spacecraft and I think it's more external damage than internal. I know I can help you get it flying again."

Kala nods and stands, but then places a hand over her head and falls back down.

"Kala, are you okay?" Mikey asks.

"The answer to your question is an answer I am not sure of, Michelangelo, who I can call Mikey. I believe I am one who is tired and so, being tired, I must rest." She lies back on the cot and winces.

Mikey notices a wet stain spreading across Kala's left sleeve. "Donnie! I think she's bleeding!"

Donnie stands over Kala and has her sit up. He reaches for the closure of her collar but starts to fumble. "Uh, I need to take off, um, that is, can you undo…"

April rolls her eyes. "Move aside, Donnie." April helps Kala remove the top half of her suit. "Okay guys, you can turn around now."

They turn and see Kala; she's wearing a black iridescent tank-top underneath. The goldenrod color of her bare arm is blanched with the white blood weeping from her cut.

Donnie pulls up a stool and sits beside her. He opens up his med kit. Mikey secures the headset and walkie-talkie to him. "It's a good thing that the bleeding isn't bad. You don't need any stitches and I won't use any alcohol… I really don't know how our drugs would react to someone from a different dimension." He wipes off the cut with a clean swab, requests a sample of her blood and she agrees, and bandages her up. "I'd like to run a few tests. Leo, Raph, could you two set up my scaffolding around Kala's spacecraft in the garage? And April, could you find something else for Kala to wear? I have to see if I can fix her spacesuit as well."

"Sure thing." Raph says.

"You got it, Donnie. How soon are you going to start working on her ship?" Leo asks.

"I'll start as soon as tomorrow morning after practice."

"Good." Leo says and walks out with Raph.

"Okay, Donnie, but are you sure that you don't need me to help you here in the lab?" April offers.

"No, I'm good April." Donnie says, eagerly studying the drop of white blood under his microscope. If I have any questions about our special guest, I'm sure she can answer them, right Kala?"

"I answer the question that you ask with an affirmative, Donnie who is Donnie." Kala says proudly.

"Alright." April says as she leaves.

"What should I do? I want to help her too." Mikey says willingly.

Kala looks at him oddly. To her, he is acting like a Neutrino hatchling that needs their loincloth changed. This makes her smile. "Michelangelo, who I can call Mikey. I request some sustenance of consumption to consume for nourishment and perhaps documents of Earthino script that I may learn the language that you speak as you speak."

"Earthino…" Mikey blabs.

"She wants something to eat and something to read, Mikey." Donnie says absently as he taps notes into his tablet.

"Food and books huh? I got it!" Mikey runs out.

"Yes. But I think we could all go for some dinner about first." Donnie says.

"I'm on it!" Mikey runs off.

They all disperse toward their own tasks while Kala feels a comfortable sleep overtake her as she rests in the tattered cot of the lab.

A few hours later Leo, Mikey and Raph meet Donnie back in his lab.

"Carbon dioxide." Donnie says.

"What?" Leo, Mikey, and Raph inquire in chorus. They sit in a semi-circle around the now earthly-clothed Kala. April had brought her a pair of faded jeans, a green hoodie and some old chucks. Her breathing pouch is well-hidden under the clothes.

"That's what Kala breaths." Donnie explains. "Pure carbon dioxide. It is the total opposite of what we breathe on Earth. We inhale oxygen and exhale carbon dioxide. Kala does the reverse, taking in carbon dioxide and expelling oxygen, like our trees. That clear mask and small pouch she wears must be a piece of very sophisticated technology."

"What else have you found out about her?" Leo asks.

"Well, she is not related to or created by the Kraang. Her features and six-fingered hands are the result of eons of natural evolution instead of forced mutation. Her silver eyes can see in the dark and she has a third eye lid tinted black to protect against bright sunlight." Donnie waves a flashlight over Kala's eyes back and forth, making the black lids slide over her pupils."

"Whoa! She looks like those aliens from the tabloids!" Mikey exclaims excitedly.

"It's like she got built-in shades." Raph says. "Cool."

"And her orange hair isn't hair at all; it's microscopic plumes of feathers! That explains how soft it is." Donnie says."

"Is it REALLY soft, Donnie?" April teases him as she stands in the doorway of his lab; her arms crossed.

He stutters profusely. "No, I mean, yes it is but I bet it's not as soft as… what I mean is it's just an observation, it's not like I'm… I mean I don't I can't I… yie yie…"

The oven in the kitchen 'dings' and Donnie jumps up; relief washes over him. "Yes! The food is done! I'm soooo hungry!" He dashes toward April with an apologetic grin on his face. He takes her hand and pulls her along. "Come on April!"

Kala looks at how Donnie casually grabs April's hand. Seeing this makes her a bit uncomfortable and folds her own in her lap.

"Come on Kala! I made my special three cheese cheesy pizza! Let's chow!" Mikey says to her.

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A/N: ALL comments are welcome! XD