Shinigamilover2 requested a crossover between TMNT and GOTG. Of course, something like this is too big for the "Bullets and Thorns" one-shot collection, so this will be a multi-chapter story! This takes place after "The Ever-Burning Fire" but before "Earth's Last Stand".
NOTE: There will probably be grammar mistakes which I will fix later.
Space was so beautiful...but so boring.
Mikey sighed as he looked out the window, sitting on the platform cross-legged with his chin resting in his hands. He wished he could listen to some music, and not just the boring Beethoven Symphonies that Fugitoid enjoys so much. He'd listen to the tunes in his T-phone if he could, but the screen got cracked last night after he accidentally sat on it.
He wish they could just hurry up and save the Earth so that they could go back to their normal lives. Well, okay, that sounded wrong. Since when were their lives ever normal?
"Enjoying the view, my friend?" Fugitoid approached the window and stood next the Turtle.
Mikey shrugged a little. "It's all pretty much the same up here. I miss the blue sky and puffy white clouds that you could make out shapes with back on Earth."
The robot nodded and gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I know, Michelangelo. We are near the end of our galactic journey, though. We must first stop on Planet Skyria for refueling."
"Please don't tell me there are killer bugs or dinosaurs or sharks on that planet?" Mikey groaned, not in the mood for more fighting.
Fugitoid shook his head. "Oh, no. None of the sort. The Skyrians are a peaceful and friendly race who share their natural resources and fuel with weary travelers. We shouldn't have any problems with them."
"Let's hope so," Mikey mumbled disheartened, knowing their luck.
Skyria, the Planet of Souls
The first thing they saw as the Ulixes entered Skyria's stratosphere was Mount Lorixia, the sun reflecting off its smooth amethyst surface.
Mikey pressed his face against the glass, softly gasping in awe as they flew in closer to the mountain. According to what Fugitoid told them, there is legend behind the glorious landscape. The locals believe that the very souls of their ancestors resided in the rocks, and for millions of years the mountain grew with each soul. There was nothing that the Skyrians valued more than the sacred rocks of Mount Lorixia, so taking one as a souvenir was a big no-no.
Even their magnificent shiny capitol reflected the mountain's color, making it appear purple. It was absolutely stunning. The ship landed on the top of a skyscraper as instructed by the Skyrians through the transmitter. A small group awaited them, and one Skyrian in particular wore a long purple robe with golden laces. Fugitoid told them that this was the king, himself.
The Skyrians were an odd-looking race. They were very tall, about seven feet in height, their skin was blue-grey, and they four long scrawny arms with four fingers on each hand. Their eyes were green with purple pupils, and they didn't have noses, ears, or mouths. Well, they did have mouths, actually. Two slits with teeth on both sides of their neck, which was really weird.
Fugitoid, the Turtles, April and Casey all stepped out of the ship and were greeted by the king, who took Fugitoid's hand and eagerly shook it.
"Ahh, Honeycutt!" he spoke through the slit in the right sight of his neck. "It's so good to see you again!"
"Your Highness," Fugitoid bowed to the king.
The Skyrian ruler looked over at the six strangers that stood behind the robot. "And are these your friends?"
"Yes," Fugitoid nodded. "Meet the Turtles and their two human allies. They are all from planet Earth." The six all respectfully bowed their heads to the king.
"Well, you are all welcome here," the king said and gestured for them to follow. "Come. Let me show you to our resort while we refuel your ship."
As they followed him to a small cruiser, Fugitoid glanced back at the Turtles. "You'll just love their saunas and spas," he informed them.
Donnie's auburn eyes enlarged and a pleased smile was on his face. "Spas? Sounds good to me."
April closed her eyes and sighed happily, imagining herself in a hot bubbling tub.
"Forget the spas," Raph grumbled, stroking Chompy who was on his shoulder. "How about something to eat first? I'm starving!"
"Yeah, I'm with Raph!" Casey agreed, his stomach growling.
"Oh, yes," the king chuckled as they stepped into the cruiser. "We have excellent restaurants here. Our chefs are among the finest in the galaxy. You'll find our cuisines to be exquisite."
Says the guy who eats with his neck, Mikey thought as he sat down and buckled himself in.
"Well, not to sound like a total drag," Leo said, "but I'd prefer not to slack off and would rather train and prepare myself for another Triceratron attack."
"Well, you're in luck," the king responded with a smile. "We happened to have a gymnasium not too far from the resort, with a hologram simulation that allows you to train in the environment of your choice."
Leo was quite pleased this and smiled.
The king turned to Mikey as the cruiser took off. "And what about you, young man? Is there something you'd like to request?"
Mikey thought about it for a moment before he grinned widely. "Yeah, there is something."
...
"King says it's on him," Mikey informed the repair technician as he handed him the phone with the cracked screen. He was told that he had to wait an hour before he could pick up his phone and stepped out of the shop. There were so many other stores to shop at so he could easily pass the time. And the best part? It was all free! Being Fugitoid's friend did have its perks.
As he walked down the street and looked at his surroundings, taking in the beautiful sights, he failed to notice someone running directly toward him. He let out a pained grunt as the stranger suddenly rammed into him, the both of them falling to the ground.
After Mikey regained his senses, he turned around and to his surprise, an alien turtle humanoid was staring directly back at him. His skin was a moss green and he wore a tattered orange bandana over his mouth. His eyes were yellow-green and his shell was adorned with short spikes. He kind of reminded Mikey of Slash.
The turtle was carrying a large bag in his hands, and once he heard sirens going off in the distance, he suddenly threw it at Mikey and took off running before the young mutant could ask him a question. The bag was incredible heavy and he nearly fell backwards as it collided with his plastron. He opened it and there were many shiny purple rocks inside. They almost looked like...
Uh-oh.
Several floating robots zoomed down the street and surrounded Mikey, flashing their bright blue lights upon him. Mikey could feel himself being elevated and hovered in midair, unable to move his limbs.
You Are Under Arrest, one of the robots spoke through speakers.
He instantly knew that he was in big trouble.
...
The whole crew, excluding Mikey, was summoned to the palace at once. The king sat on his throne, glaring at them furiously along with all the other Skyrians present.
"Is...there a problem, Your Highness?" Fugitoid nervously asked, never having seen the Skyrian ruler this mad before.
"Yeah, this better be important," Raph grumbled, not too happy about being dragged out of the restaurant in the middle of lunch.
"Don't play dumb with me!" the king roared, his outburst causing them all to jump. The mouth on the left side of his neck let out a terrifying hiss. "We let you use our fuel and eat our food for free, and this is how you repay us?!"
Leo lowered his brow in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"Your orange friend tried to make off with some of the rocks from Mount Lorixia!"
"Orange friend?" April raised an eyebrow. "You mean Mikey?"
"You sure it was him?" Donnie questioned, finding it hard to believe that Mikey of all people would steal anything, let alone something as sacred as soul rocks.
"Our security drones caught him red handed," the king growled. "He had a bag full of rocks in his hands. And witnesses confirm that they saw a turtle creature wearing an orange cloth fleeing from the mountain with the same bag."
"Your Highness," Leo stepped forward, "there has to be a mistake. We know Mikey. He would never steal anything."
But the king would hear none of it and stood up from his throne, pointing an accusing finger at the crew. "I should have you all arrested, but you happened to pull this off whilst I was in a good mood. You will take your fuel and leave as soon as possible."
"And what about Mikey?" Raph demanded. "We're not leaving without him!"
"He will pay for his crimes," the king hissed, narrowing his green eyes. "We could lock him up but even our prisons would be too good for a scumbag like him. So we're letting Nova Corps take care of it. He's their problem now."
At the mention of that name, Fugitoid became worried. "Oh, dear...not them."
"Wait, who are the Nova Corps?" Leo asked him, even more worried about his brother after seeing Fugitoid's reaction.
Nova Corps Headquarters
"Dudes, I'm telling you, I'm innocent!" Mikey yelled to the two men behind the screen that separated them. "I was framed!"
One of the men, Corpsman Dey, smirked and shook his head. "That's what they all say. You're gonna have to try harder than that." He looked down at his tablet and read the data they could find on the mutant Turtle. "Huh, well, according to our database, this kid has no criminal record," he informed the other guy, who was supposedly his superior. "But hey, first time for everything, right? Pretty much all we know is that he's from Terra-"
"Earth, actually," Mikey corrected.
Dey gave him a look before he continued. "-he's a mutant, half Turtle and half Terran, and he's a friend of Professor Zayton Honeycutt, also known as Fugitoid, from the planet D'Hoonib."
The other guy, Garthan Saal, nodded and crossed his arms against his chest. "Transport him to the Kyln."
Dey was surprised by this order and turned to look at him. "The Kyln? Don't you think that's a bit extreme? I mean, he is just a kid, no older than sixteen."
"The Skyrian monarch requested that we put him in the strictest prison facility in the entire galaxy," Saal said with little to no sympathy. "And I can understand why, 'cause what that Turtle did was a pretty dick move. Besides, our local cells are too crowded right now."
Mikey gulped nervously. "So, uh, what's the Kyln?"
Dey looked back at him and gave him a crooked smirk. "It ain't a kindergarten, I'll tell you that."
Back on Skyria
"We're going after Mikey, right?" Raph urgently asked Fugitoid as the Ulixes prepared to take off. "I mean, we're gonna get him out of jail?"
The robot fugitive turned to his friend and nodded. "Yes. We will travel to Xandar where the Nova Corps headquarters is located and directly approach the Nova Prime Irani Rael on this matter. I hear that she is quite reasonable and tends to be lenient toward juveniles. So she just might show Michelangelo mercy and let him go. I only hope that they haven't transported him to the Kyln."
"The Kyln?" Raph raised an eye ridge.
"Professor, what's the Kyln?" Donnie asked.
"It's an interstellar maximum security facility that houses only the worst of criminals in the entire galaxy. If our friend has, indeed, been transported there, then I fear that he won't last a day."
Leo stared blankly ahead through the window as the Ulixes soared into space once again. His hands slowly balled into fists at his sides as he narrowed his eyes in anger. "Well, if anyone there so much as touches him, they're gonna regret it," he said in a low, chilling voice.
The Kyln, High Security Prison
As soon as he arrived, Mikey was forced to strip and remove all of his gear and even his mask. He felt naked and attempted to cover himself. But then they hosed him with some kind of orange liquid and it stung like heck. This was just like what he saw in those prison movies. As soon as they were done spraying him, he curiously licked his drenched arm and instantly regretted it. He spat out the orange-colored water, but it definitely wasn't water. And it wasn't cheese, either, as he had hoped.
Although the yellow prison shirts couldn't fit him, the pants that came with them did, and a guard shoved a rolled up blanket into his arms as he walked out of the dressing room and into the central room of the prison, which was also the cafeteria. A great watch tower monitored the prisoners as they sat at the tables and walked about in the room. The guard walked him up the stairs and to his cell, and all the other prisoners looked at him with predatory smiles and grinned evilly at him. Mikey remembered from all those prison movies he watched that new arrivals are usually given horrible reception and even raped by the other prisoners.
He really hoped that his bros would hurry up and bust him out.
"Since we're a bit crowded," the guard said as he led Mikey to a cell, "you're gonna have to share a cell with someone." He then pushed Mikey in and the Turtle nearly tripped as he stumbled into his new room.
Another prisoner was already sitting on one of the beds and lifting weights with a dumbbell. He was very muscular and very large, and like Mikey, he wore only the prison pants. His skin was grey and his entire body, including his face, was covered with wicked-looking red tattoos.
Great. Of all the cellmates they stuck him with, it had to be this guy. He'll eat him up for breakfast.
He stopped lifting the dumbbell for a moment to glance over at Mikey with his blue-grey eyes that instantly sent shivers down the Turtle's spine. Before Mikey could run, the door to the cell closed, and he was trapped with the scary man. He grinned and chuckled nervously.
"Um, hi," he squeaked as he waved at the man a little. "I'm, uh, Michelangelo, your new cellmate. But you can just call me Mikey." He politely offered the prisoner his hand to shake.
But he just stared coldly at Mikey, studying him over. "Drax," he simply said before he resumed his weight lifting.
Mikey awkwardly cleared his throat and backed away. "Drax, huh? Nice to meet you, Drax." He unfolded his blanket and placed in on the other bed, straightening it out a bit. He climbed onto the bed and sat on the edge, folding his hands together in a casual manner. For a while, it was awkwardly silent, save for Mikey's occasional lip-popping and coughs. Finally, Mikey spoke to break the tension.
"So, uh, what are you in for?"
Drax lifted his eyes up at Mikey for a brief moment before he looked back down at the floor. "Murder."
Mikey instantly got goose bumps. "M-Murder?" his voice cracked with fear. Drax nodded once, still focusing on the floor below him as he lifted weights. "How-How many people did you-did you murder?"
"I think about twenty-two. I lost count," he mumbled the last sentence.
The Turtle stared at him for a moment before he ran to the door and began to pound on it. "HEY! HEY, GUARD! GET ME OUTTA HERE! I DON'T WANT A MURDERER AS A CELLMATE! PLEASE! LET ME OUT-!"
"CEASE YOUR YELLING, STRANGE TURTLE CREATURE!" Drax roared and Mikey instantly stopped pounding and screaming. "Your loud, annoying voice hurts my ears," he lowered his voice but it was still stern.
Mikey nodded. "Sorry," he whispered as he walked back to his bed, lying down with his shell facing Drax and covering himself with the blanket so that the guy couldn't see the tears that were building up in his eyes. He hated acting weak, especially in front of strangers, but he was scared out of his mind. He was trapped with a serial killer in a prison that was probably a million miles from where his brothers were right now. He wanted his bros. He wanted Master Splinter.
Finally, a choked sob escaped his throat and he couldn't control his tears anymore.
"How old are you?" a soft voice made him jump before he realized that it was Drax's.
Sniffling and still covered with the blanket, Mikey answered, "F-Fifteen."
"You are so young," Drax sounded surprised. "What was your crime?"
"They think I stole a bunch of soul rocks from the Skyrians."
"And did you?"
"No. I keep telling everyone that I was framed, but nobody believes me."
Drax paused before he grunted. "I believe you."
Wiping his tears, Mikey finally turned around and peeked his head from under the blanket, looking directly over at Drax. "You do...?"
Drax smiled warmly at him and nodded. "Yes. You are clearly not the type who would commit such a heinous act. You are too much of a crybaby."
Mikey frowned and turned his shell back to Drax, very annoyed by that remark. "Gee, thanks," he deadpanned. But he smiled to himself as he slowly went to sleep, no longer feeling as scared. This Drax guy wasn't so bad after all.
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