DISCLAIMER:
- Shekklah Y'Tierahkk the Dragoness, Ventrek, and Dyrax "Aeroshian" are the creations of Falruza Black and are new to this site (this is their first story).
- Mutant Turtle sisters Daphne, Nerissa, Andromeda, Eos, and their Croc Mutant sister Calypso, & Halcyon Tiamat the Dragoness are creations of A.K.A. (To get to know AKA's characters even better, check out their origin story "10 to the 10,000 Power AKA Impossible" by Artemiss-K-Arrow. We will also be helping you get to know them as well with this story, "Rebels of the Stars".)
OCS Visual Description: Andromeda (bright green skin/long red hair), Nerissa (dark-green skin/shoulder-length dark-blond hair), Daphne (short bleach blond hair/golden-green skin), Eos (black curly hair/mint-green skin), Calypso (long white hair/albino skin w green patches on scales)
This story is a collab between Falruza Black & Artemiss-K-Arrow. "Rebels of the Stars" (title courtesy AKA) is mostly my story, but without AKA, this wouldn't happen. I'm excited, as this is first time I get to stick my epic dragoness character Shekklah into a fan fic & cross over! Halcyon, AKA's dragoness creation, is getting her long-deserved debut as well too!
For all you fellow dragonkin and reptilian lovers out there, we hope you enjoy it!
Yours truly, Falruza Black
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"Rebels of the Stars"
Chapter 1 - "An Invitation"
"Dude! Guess what?!" Mikey was already ahead of Donatello, much to the purple-masked turtle's annoyance, screaming, "TRAXIMUS INVITED US TO A PARTY!!!!"
"UhnAgh!" Donatello stuck a finger in his wounded ear and wiggled it trying to get the ringing to stop.
As Mikey rushed around the lair, telling everyone the news, he single-handedly became responsible for a number of damages, bumping Raphael who dropped his weights on his foot, promptly howling in pain and anger, "Sorry, Raph!", catching Leo by surprise who then tripped up on the difficult kata he had been trying to get right all day "It's looking good, bro!", and causing Nerissa and Andromeda to both spill their drinks, "Uh...oops.".
Daphne who was gleefully giggling at the mayhem, added to it by shouting, "WE'RE GOING ON A VACATION!"
WHAM!
WHAM!
Mikey and Daphne both found themselves restrained and gagged by Andromeda and Raphael.
Raph looked up as Don came into the room, looking both angry and sheepish.
"You were sayin'?" Raphael growled slightly, giving his choke hold on Mikey another squeeze for good measure.
Don just shook his head silently, rolling his eyes, annoyed that Michelangelo had gotten the news out first. He stared at Mikey, who's tongue was now lolling out to one side making a strange gurgling noise.
Eos came out from behind him, "Your friend, Traximus, has been elected as an ambassador to a world called Dione - specifically, the Kingdom of Fernus." She shrugged, shaking her head briskly with a look that said she had no idea where the place was.
"He wishes to invite us to a celebration at an off-world dance club called 'Krim's Bar'.", Don finished, throwing a wink her way, which she returned playfully.
"SWEET!" Andromeda and Raphael chorused. Daphne squirmed silently in the arm lock with a pitiful expression in her eyes.
"When do we leave?" Nerissa inquired.
"He said he'd pick us up in about four earth-hours, so we have until then to get ready."
Raphael and Andromeda looked down at Mikey and Daphne.
"What should we do with 'em?" Andromeda grinned evilly.
Raphael snickered, "Maybe we should leave 'em behind!"
Nerissa came to her sister and brother's rescue, quickly shoving the two out from their captors' grasps. Daphne spat a couple of times coughing, "Thanks, Nerissa! bleah, that gag tasted nasty…"
Andromeda growled, "That's my hand you're talking about, Daffy."
Raph added, "And you'll both get it again if you scream one more word."
Mikey rubbed his sore upper body then suddenly bolted for his bedroom shouting, "WORD!"
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"The Red Phoenix" Inn and Tavern - Planet: Cceyroa
Shekklah Y'Tierahkk
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The metallic, pungent scent of blood permeated the deathly silent room.
"Gods...this skin." Her ancient, smooth, mid-toned voice groaned in disgust with the deep, earthy sound of one awakened by a sun too bright.
Shekklah Y'Tierahkk lay sprawled luxuriously on a soft bed of down...
Feathers lay everywhere, half-eaten bird carcasses of all sizes littered the bed-sheets beneath her, and blood covered her lips, running in a frozen stream down her chin where it had dried overnight.
She shifted out of her stillness and prodded idly once at her own arm with a fierce-looking, long, black fingernail contemplating whether or not to make her first move for the day to be one of taking the stairs that lead down into the center of the inn's bar.
It might ruin a few breakfasts for them to see her covered in bird blood..., she trailed off in thought with no visible sign of emotion.
Waist-long, ever-wild, thick, black hair caught the morning light that poured in from an open window above Shekklah's bed, revealing its oddly, natural purple, intermingled strands and highlights.
Her hair fanned around her glowing alabaster, wickedly beautiful face and full lips, however, the sunlight seemed to avoid her piercing, cold reptilian eyes which stubbornly retained their own intensely-lit amber gaze despite the discourtesy. The ceiling burned with her look as she stared upward in thought.
Her bare chest rose and fell in a calm rhythm and she look over at the far wall, which like the room, was painted in a pleasant shade of cinnamon red with gold leafing embedded into it as if some strange explosion had occurred in here at one time.
Wondering if anyone had died in the decorating process, she smirked wryly for a briefly moment to herself, snorting lightly.
"Let us on with it then...", she spoke out loud to herself as she wiped the trail of blood off of her face and licked her lips, cleaning them of the blood.
Crooning deeply as she turned onto her side for a moment before sliding off the bed to stand, she stretched her arms upward to shake off the night's hunt. Her bare feet padded softly over to the short, black, worn drape she wore as a dress in the name of what lesser races call "modesty".
The gauzy fabric was crudely hand-sewn in patches, as a wilder-man might sew the skins of his kill together. In some places, the thick stitches entirely disappeared, replaced by indigo leather lacing.
Sighing deeply, more of a growl deep from within her, Shekklah slipped into the covering, letting it slide slowly down over her curves, and turning toward the door, she left the room, stepping out into the hallway.
Her brows lowering into a comfortable frown, shadowing her black-lined eyes and thick lashes even more-so, she strode like a beast stalking its prey - tall, proud, and deadly, heading toward the stairs and the bar below.
"A drink to seer in my evening's feast...", she whispered to herself, her regal, draconic grace carrying her to the main room below.
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AKA: Lol, so what do you think, dear readers?
Raph: Oh come on! We were hardly in the first chapter! What the hell?!
Falruza: *looks up from editing AKA's Chapter 3 with a raised brow* Did you just "Lol"?
AKA: *eyes Raph* YOU, terrapin, are gonna have to be patient!
Falruza: You totally "Lolled". How is that constructive criticism? *crosses arms*
AKA: I didn't mean to LOL at your chapter, I was just happy that-
Mikey: But, we're supposed to be the stars! How can you claim this is a TMNT fic, if we're not all over the place?!
AKA: Stop whining and play your vid games, Mikey!
Daphne: Stop tormenting my poor Mikey! *hugs Mikey*
Leo: AKA, you must stop this madness! You ALWAYS pick on us!
AKA: HEY! No ganging up on the author! WE are in charge, you're just the characters! Right, Falruza?
Falruza: *whistles innocently* I don't know. I just work here. *avoids the terrapin and dragon heated glances now directed at her*
AKA: You have to put them in their place, Falruza.
Falruza: Um, okay. *stands tall with arms out* "Oh great story characters! You are mighty yes, but only as we made you!"
AKA: Uh...that's not really what I was thinking.
Falruza: *sits back down, sticking a piece of red licorice in mouth* Hehe. *goes back to typing*
Don: Looks like you're in for it with this author partner of yours.
AKA: Silence!
NEXT UP! - "Locked on Target!" A scheme and a misunderstanding jump-start a whole new adventure!