A large white ship docked on the planet. Its hatch opened, and as soon as it was wide enough Mikey ran out of it.
"Woo hoo! Vacation day!"
"This isn't a vacation Mikey," Leonardo said. "We need to stay vigilant."
"Yes Leonardo's right, in two days the ion storm will break and we will have just enough time to make it through before the ion clouds close. The next gap in the storm is two weeks from now, so it is imperative that you all return here by then. If we miss the opening we might never make up the lost time." Fugitiod said. "That said, we don't actually have anything we specifically need to do today, so I don't see why we can't take in the sights."
"Yeah, the sights" Raph said, looking around at the dust-colored city carved out of sandstone.
"Yes, well, the capital has had a bit of trouble regaining its lost splendor ever since the Kraang attack 200 years ago." Fugitiod said.
"This planet survived an attack?" Donatello asked.
"Yes, but not without extreme damage that they're still afflicted with today."
"What's that Prof.?" April asked, looking up at all the rails that weaved their way through the sky between buildings.
"The capital is a thriving bureaucratic and trade city. so they often feel the need to send lots of messages and items back and forth between them and quick. Those carts you see shooting from building to building are the mail carriers."
Suddenly they heard a scream.
Of course, since it was the turtles habit to run towards screams not away from them, they dashed into the city's main square to see what the problem was.
As soon as they got close a large werewolf charged them.
The wolf man had slitted, blue eyes. He had waist-length, straight, brown hair worn in a straightforward style. His fur was black. He had a graceful build. His tail was bushy and carried straight. And he wore a complicated outfit that looked meant for a rave.
They fell back into defensive positions, ready to counter any blow he dealt them.
He ran past them screaming. Several other screaming werewolves followed suit.
"OK, so the werewolves aren't the problem." Leo noted.
"Those must be the planet's natives" Donnie added.
"But what could scare away a bunch of horror movie rejects?" Raph asked.
"Ooh, A scarier horror monster reject, maybe it's a vampire, No! Zombie! No, Frankenstein!"
Mikey rattled.
"We won't know till we look." April said, walking in front of them.
Donnie raised his Bo a bit higher, He wouldn't say anything, because he knew she'd be annoyed, but he was worried about her being in front, she was right in the path of whatever was ahead of them and would be taking the full brunt of the attack.
And humans didn't have mutant resilience.
The street they walked on was deserted, Fliers in an alien language scattered on the ground, scattered baggage littered the ground, abandoned. Cooking smells permeated the air, it seemed to be coming from an overturned fryer. But other than a pile of burning wreckage, there was nothing dangerous they could see.
Suddenly they heard a large metallic crunch above them. Something was perched on the mail rails.
It looked like a color-me-in outline of one of the natives, Only instead of coloring it in the artist had somehow gotten hold of a giant squid and squished it into the outline until it was bursting at the seams.
It lurched itself off the rails, they scattered out of its way, The road tiles cracked beneath its weight when it landed. Donnie gulped, He didn't want to know what it would feel like to have that thing land on you.
It lunged at Raph, knocking him back so hard they both flew back and started rolling across the street.
The team charged after them. Donnie started to follow, then slowed as he passed by the smoking wreckage. It looked like a car without wheels had swerved out-of-the-way of something
Could someone be stuck in the car?
He took a glance inside, the doors were open and no one was in it.
As he pulled away from the vehicle he noticed a slime trail in front of the car. Whatever had been in the way of the car had been... Melting?
He followed the trail with his eyes, it looked like something had landed in front of the car, leaving a large splatter behind like a popped water balloon, or more accurately, a balloon filled with sap, and then it... Slid into an alley?
He glanced back at the mêlée behind him, His team seemed to be handling things fine without him, they'd gotten Raph away from it and had it surrounded.
He turned his attention back to the slime, they wouldn't miss him for a few minutes Right?
He followed the slime trail into the alley.
It was dustier, and sandier, and It was lined with sandstone tiles instead of concrete, other then that it seemed like a typical New York alley. Trash here and there, a pile of blankets on the floor like a homeless person had slept there, the smell of animal urine somewhere on a far wall. Typical New York.
The alley took a sharp turn, he rounded it to find another pair of wolves trying to pull planks out of large fence.
"Hurry, Hurry." The smaller one urged, female from her voice, she had a red coat and a slender coat that made her look more like a fox then a wolf, her dress made her look like Royalty.
"I'm trying." The other said, A gruff male voice, and a grey coat. Both coats were grey, his business suit and his fur, he was broad-shouldered and looked much older than the other one.
"Hey.., are you guys ok?" Donnie asked tentatively.
They started and jerked to look back at him.
"Look out a monster!" The red one screamed.
Donnie flinched and held up his palms. "No, no, I'm a friendly monster."
"No! I'm trying to warn you! look out! a monster!" She screamed.
He heard a sound that sent a shiver up his back. It was a revolting sound, like a sludgy pop.
Donnie craned his neck back as far as it would go, an uncomfortable position that made him feel like he was trying to watch a theater screen from a seat placed 2-inches in front of the screen.
Going by the large ball of limbs and slime above him, it was a horror movie.
A large ball of green hairy sludge hung from the alley wall, it was snot colored and probably had some distinguishing features, but Donnie could see any under all the goo.
A drop dangled off the creature like an over-sized loogey and dribbled onto his cheek.
He gripped his Bo with white knuckles. There wasn't anywhere to dodge.
With a sudden burst of energy the Monster flung itself off the wall toward the fence. The grey wolf yelled and pulled his arms up to protect his face.
Realizing the Beast had picked a different target, Donnie flung himself off the ground at it.
His Bo collided with a smack, knocking it off its flight path away from the wolves. But while Donnie usually rolled past his opponent breezily and fell back into a fight position, this time his Bo got stuck to the beasts sticky slime coat and he came to a stop, smacking chest first into his own Bo.
He let out a rush of air and gripped the Bo tighter. The beast rattled this way and that, trying to throw him off.
He gritted his teeth and pushed a button on his Bo.
An electric shock ripped through the beast, causing it to convulse and give one more mighty buck that flung him away from it.
He hit the ground and tried to roll back onto his feet and lunge away, but the goo on the end of his Bo stuck it to the floor, he nearly jerked out of his shell when he tried to run with it.
The beast flung another globule of slime at him. He jumped out of its way only to step into another slime trail, sticking to his feet.
He threw his arms out trying to keep his balance, waving them to and thro, The beast lobbed another ball of slime at his head and he had to bend forward to dodge it, this threw him completely off-balance and he fell face first in the slime trail.
He struggled to escape, from the foul stench is much as the stickiness, but it held firm.
He opened his eye gingerly, terrified that the disgusting substance could wind up getting stuck to his eyeball, and saw the horrifying beast dragging itself by its knuckles toward him.
He tried to open his mouth to scream, his beak held shut by the muffling ooze.
Casey's exploding pucks lodged themselves into the monster and blew it to pieces. The result of which was flying globules that flew in the sky rained out and plasma.
Donatello shut his eyes as his body was beaten by the droves of ooze that hailed on him.
Casey snickered, "man Donnie, you got wasted by a slug, bet you're glad April's not looking. Hey April! Look at Don."
The other three turtles came up to look at him, they all burst out laughing.
The smaller wolf ran up to Casey and shoved him over. "How dare you. He saved my father's life and almost died for that, and you laugh."
"Oh, we are not laughing because of that."
"Yeah, were just laughing because he almost got wasted by Giant slug."
Her ears pulled back and she snarled, for a moment they almost thought she would attack one of them. But then the other wolf appeared at her side, flanked by the bots. One of them retracted its arm and extended a hose.
It blew smoke over the ooze covering Donnie, turning it brittle. Don pushed against it, managing to pull himself out of the shattering slime.
Thanks Mr. um..."
"Vatu." he said, "and this is my daughter Vixen."
"It's nice to meet you stranger." Vixen said, she was very pretty, with a sleek red coat that made her look more like a Fox than a werewolf.
"Donatello." Donnie said.
"What brings you here, Donatello?"
"My friends and I are waiting for the storm to pass so we can leave, we're just killing time until then. What are those creatures?"
"Those were unfortunate victims of the glowing green substance left behind by the Kraang invasion 200 years ago."
"You guys have mutagen pools on this planet?" Raph asked, checking his feet like he expecting to see glowing grime stuck to the bottom of it.
"You seem to know a lot about this." Vixen noted.
"The Kraang are attempting to attack my planet too, I'd like to learn as much about them as I can." Donnie explained.
"I like to know about that too.", Leonardo said, "I'd be willing to take any edge I can."
They might be concerned with Triceratrons now. But they knew that once this was over they'd be right back fighting Kraang.
"Do any of you have a scientific background?"
Donnie raised his hand."Just me sir"
"If you'd like it, Donatello, I would be willing to take you out to the desert to see some of the things they left behind. the rest of you I would recommend go to the museum." He pointed across town." That tall building you can see there."
"All right, team, seems we found what we're going to be doing during these next two days.", Leonardo said, clapping his hands together.
Raph pointed a finger at Don. "Make absolutely sure you don't lose track of time again. We all know how you can get when you find some new scientific whatever to study."
Donatello bristled, "my love of science might make me a bit absent-minded at times, but there's not anything that could make me forget the earth is in danger."
They split up, usually separating on an alien planet would make Donatello feel anxious.
But now he felt slightly relieved to be away from them.
He followed the two aliens into their flying shuttle and looked out the window as it flew across the landscape.
A fish jumped out of the sand and fell back in, Donnie pressed his palms against the glass to get a better look.
" Sir? Is it just me? Or does all that sand look like it's moving."
"That is the sand sea, a sea of liquid sand. I believe what you're looking at is the waves."
Donatello felt a bit sick looking at it. As an aquatic creature he could hold his breath for a very long time, but he had absolutely no interest in seeing if he could swim through that viscous liquid. And he didn't even want to think what drowning in it would feel like.
He tried to peek ahead to see where they were going, and sat up straight as he noticed they seemed to be going to some kind of pink island.
They stepped out of the shuttle pod onto it and he poked it with his Bo."I've seen this pink fleshy dirt before. This island has been Terra formed to resemble part of dimension X."
"Yes, you will see these small pink spots littered throughout the planet. Usually surrounding one of those.", he pointed at a Kraang ship that looked like it crashed into the island so long ago the tips were starting to rust.
"Our scientists have been trying to figure out how to gain entrance for close to 200 years, to this day our best and brightest- who are admittedly few, as the Kraang kidnapped all of our scientists and destroyed our libraries -have been-"
The old wolf nearly jumped out of his skin as the door slid open. The two wheeled around, boggling at Donnie in shock.
He smiled sheepishly, his finger still on the control panel. "I might not have had 200 years, but the Earth's science community is still thriving, and I have been very motivated to learn Kraang hypertext language."
He strode into the ship, the other two glanced at each other and then followed him.
Donatello raised his Bo and stayed alert as he walked through the hall to the center of the ship.
He didn't trust the Kraang to not leave any unwanted surprises in their wake.
The long hallway led to a large room filled with containment pods.
Donatello examined the creatures inside."What are these?"
"It looks like these are mutants. Prisoners of war that were fused with one of our indigenous species." Vatu started
" This one's fused with a Root Rot Wight, the plants that binds its prey with a smile, then pops them into it's mouth. Mutant root rots are a bane on us." Vixen continued.
"Have been for 200 years. It's a very long-lived plant. Even more dangerous because they live near lagoons, that's the home of Hunter bugs." Vatu cut in.
"Anyone who falls into the lagoon becomes mutated with Hunter bug DNA. The mutant Hunter bugs and the mutant root rot often work together." Vixen finished.
Donatello went over to a broken plate and read the writing on it. "Multi-DNA experiment. Any idea what this is?"
"What scientists we had were able to create a retro mutagen for the mutants that had been infused with one type DNA.
Most green pools just split their DNA with whatever last touched the pool."
"That's how the mutagen from Earth seems to work too, switching at the specimens DNA with whatever last touched it."
"The multi-DNA experiments were the Krang trying to see what would happen if it infused many different types of DNA into one subject. It often turns the victim into these liquid creatures. Our retro mutagen didn't seem to work on them."
"Shoot! I was worried about that, I think that's what happened to Timothy, a victim of the ooze back on earth. Can I see your recipe for making retro mutagen, I want to see how much differs from mine."
"Of course, there is a copy of it back the museum on display."
"Let me download the data from these computers and then we can-look out!"
He shoved Vixen out of the way of something that left out of the shadows. It scratched it's long claws across Donnie's space suit, ripping it open, then landed on the balls of its feet and spun gracefully into a crouch.
It looks like a werewolf fused with two other werewolves. It had eight arms and three faces two of them placed horizontally on its skull.
Its eyes had melted into its face. "How can it tell where we are?" Donatello asked.
"Psychic sense."
"All right, I've got this." Donatello said, dropping into crouch.
It selected Vixen as it's victim again, she screamed. Donatello pole vaulted over the creature, and as he flew over it he pulled the band off his head, and stuck it on the beast.
And it immediately went limp, and dropped as if dead.
"What was that?"
"That was a psychic neutralizer band. Fugitiod said that the citizens of this planet had psychic powers. So he gave each one of us one of these to wear before we left the ship. As I expected, wearing it forced the creature to rely on something other then it's psychic ability, which it's been relying on for hundreds of years, old fella. cut off from that, it became lethargic.
"Your species is susceptible to psychic attacks, then?" Vatu asked, looking highly interested in this fact.
"I don't know, I've only ever fought one psychic."
"Let's return to the museum."
The ride back to the museum was uneventful, Though the torn elastic was unsalvageable and Donnie had to remove his space suit.
Donnie tipped his head back as far as it would go, trying to see as much of the museum as possible while walking up the steps. The building didn't seem like much, It almost seemed like a really big termite mound. Not the sort of place he would have guessed to hold a city's history. He turned around and around once inside. The first floor of the building seemed dedicated to paintings and sculptures. It was kind of hard not to stop and look. The second floor held a surprise.
"Is that a hover scooter?" Donnie asked. Pointing to a motorcycle shaped object floating above a display platform.
"Yes, This was one of the designs that survived the Krang's purge, but since it's still time-consuming to make and requires one of our scarce engineers most of the population travels by train. You mostly only see hover cars and bikes in the islands where the nation's wealthy live.
"Wow, I'm sure Raph would have been asking me to make him one if we'd gone together." Donnie said.
Then his eyes got carried over to something else. A white broad-shouldered bot that seemed to have large gun barrels for arms.
"That's one of those bots you had before, what are they?
"That's a sentry bot, another one of our surviving designs, again, you only see them in the homes of the wealthy. and occasionally in public buildings like this one."
"What do they shoot?"
"White globule of the slobworm, you fought a mutant slobworm earlier, I imagine that's given you a first hand account of their stopping power."
Donnie repressed the urge to retch, gulping instead.
"Yes." His nausea disappeared as a thought came to him. "I think I saw something just like that on an episode of space heroes." He laughed, " I bet Leo's going to ask me to build him one, he's been asking me to build him a Space heroes gadget since we were kids."
He was immediately distracted by something on a display case across the room. He ran over and pressed his hands against the glass.
"Is that what I think it is?"
"That's battle Armour made for our small eastern cousins, they aren't very big, but they neither are the Krang, they did play an important part in the war-"
"you made Armour for cats!" "
"Cats?"
"They're a species of animal back on earth, Mikey has one as a pet, if he was here right now he'd ask me to make a coat for ice cream kitty. I've got to show him this- Oh, he probably already spent an hour gushing over this while I was on the Krang-ship."
He looked back at Vatu sadly, "Now I'm kinda starting to wish, I'd gone with them."
"Why? Sounds to me like all that would have gotten you is an increased workload."
"Maybe, but seeing all this stuff together would have been fun."
Probably one of the best days they'd had since coming on this trip, Now he was regretting getting so angry at them for laughing at him earlier. Vatu didn't look impressed,
"The more I hear of these kids the less I like them."
"You haven't been seeing them at their best."Donnie flippantly. "Lets go look at that formula."
Finally, he made it to the retro mutagen formula.
"This is a fascinating formula. Some parts are similar to my formula, but other parts are different. I suppose that's to be expected. Each planet has different materials to work with after all, I'd like to make a batch of this new mutagen and test it to see how different it is from mine. Then maybe combine methods from the two different formulas and try to make an improved formula."
"That could be this scientific discovery of the century." the old wolf exclaimed." You must be an esteemed scientists where you're from."
"Well, I don't know about esteemed. Unique, definitely."
"Do you work for your planet's government?"
"No, I work for my team. That bunch you saw back at the fight scene."
"that pack of unappreciative children? surely you can do better."
Donatello gave a little laugh," maybe, I wouldn't want to. That was my family you saw back there."
"Too bad. Now we'll have to do this the hard way."
Vatu held up a can, gas seeped from it. Donatello inhaled it in, his eyes started to droop and he slouched over. Vatu caught him as he fell, and threw him over shoulder."Things are going to get a lot better for you." he muttered.
"Put the turtle down and no one gets hurt." a low seething voice warned. Vatu's ears perked up. He glanced around the room and saw a pair of white eyes glaring at him through the shadows. He cursed under his breath, he'd forgotten about the other turtles being at the museum."Your part in this ended a long time ago." Vatu said."Guards dispatch." He called, bringing in two sentry bots from the other room, Then turned to run.
"Wrong answer." Mikey warned, sweeping from the shadows and slashing through the guard with his kusarigama. Vatu grunted in annoyance, and ducked out of the way as a sentry pulled out a gun, shooting a white blob at its opponent's feet. Mickey stepped in it and jerked to a stop as the white blob fused his feet to the floor.
Mikey growled, and lasso'd his kusarigama around the other guard, giving it a yank that took the Sentry bot's head off. Mikey crouched on all fours and pulled all his weight against the trapped limb.
The tile hissed then popped as Mikey pulled it out of the floor. He remembered the sticky toys that sometimes washed up in the sewers. Dirt+ sticky toy = not sticky. He remembered, and walking over to a pot of sand-water, yanked the alien plant from it and submersed his foot in it. Pulling his foot slowly out of the pot, the sticky blob rubbed against the granules, beginning the tedious process of slipping off his foot. When he removed his foot from the pot an age later (or maybe it was thirty seconds, he didn't have a watch.)He raced out the door like a demon. He shot straight up the stairs to the second floor and then threw open a window to look outside.
He spotted Vatu forcing Donnie into a car and shutting the door. Snarling he vaulted up the stairs three and a time.
Raph and Leo were coming down the stairs and started to talk when they spotted him.
"There you are, we've been looking all ov-erk" Mikey threw his hands out and placed them on either side of his siblings shoving them apart and out of his way as he barreled past. He ignored their cries of indignation and threw open the windows, he leaped out and caught one of the mail carts shuttling past. he gripped it, ignoring the somersault in his stomach as it carried him upward at alarming speeds and darted his eyes back and forth across the horizon.
Spotting his quarry he jumped off his cart onto another, which twisted around to pass by the departing train shooting towards the sand-waters. He swung his Sickle towards the train and hooked it, it jerked him off the cart and sent him dangling in the wind like a kite. He grabbed the chain and dragged his way up it until he reached the top of the train and could deploy his other sickle. Clawing his way across the top of the train, he hung on, trying to see through the wind-stung tears in his eyes to look around himself. The train gained speed, approaching the shuttle traveling beside the tracks.
Mikey waited until he was side by side it before leaping off the train and landing on the top of the shuttle. Banging so hard into it the driver swerved, Mikey pierced the hull of the shuttle with his sickle to keep from falling off. He stabbed his way to the front then started hitting the front glass until it shattered.
"What the crud are you doing?" Vatu screamed in disbelief. " Get off the shuttle you maniac!"
"Not until you give back my brother!" Mikey shot back. Vatu snarled and pulled up, tilting the shuttle to an untenable 90 degrees and starting to tip backward. Mikey realized what he was doing and scrabbled for a better hold."nononoonono!", He babbled as his sickle lost it's grip and he fell off, careening toward the sands.
He lassoed the tracks before hitting the sands, but nearly let go when he felt the shock of the hit. He flailed about in the sands trying to get out. And managed to get a gasp of breath in before he was dragged under. His body was tugged upward by his chain. He held on with a death grip choking and sputtering as he was pulled out. His brothers reeled him in and pulled his body onto the tracks.
"Man, Mikey, the only time I've ever seen you move that fast was that one time you mixed sugar and Redbull." Raph noted.
"What was that all about?" Leo asked.
"They-took Donnie." Mikey choked out.
This fic was inspired by a comment on this tmnt amv-
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TARDISgirl21 said there should be an episode mirroring a batman beyond episode where an underappreciated Dana was kidnapped by a sympathetic villain.
That was the first chapter, I know Mikey seemed a little intense. He's not the easiest turtle to write for me, but I figure a kidnapping is an intense situation. Especially considering the victim. I'll make him less intense in the rest of the fic.
I forgot abut his space weapons while writing this chapter, which is why he uses his nun chucks... Whoops.
Next update on saturday.