It was a typical day at the O'Neil Tech building.
Inside one of the labs was a green-skinned, pointy-eared alien girl who couldn't have been more than 13 or 14. She wore a purple outfit with a pink front & back with a lighter pink rectangle across the chest, blue bands around the arms and thin blue lines down the front and legs. Blue and purple headphones sat atop her raven hair, and she glided around on a pair of blue roller skates.
Her name was Starlee Hambrath, a young intern with the company, but she had no idea of the danger she would soon be in. As she checked the energy output of a nearby computer, she heard the lab door open.
"Hey Cody, things are running OK here," she said, not even bothering to look back "did you come to work on…"
By this time she had turned around and discovered that those who had entered were not anyone she knew.
"What's going on here?" she asked nervously, "who are you? You'd better tell me or I'll call security!"
Starlee made her way towards a large console, but before she could do anything, she was grabbed and held in Temblor's mighty grip.
"Nice place you've got here" Hannibal said "we're new in town, but I heard through the grapevine that this is the place ta go if yer looking ta manufacture some high-tech equipment. Which I just happen ta be in the market for."
"I don't know what you're planning, but you won't get away with it!" Starlee said, as she struggled against Temblor's mighty grip.
"I can't tell you how many times people have said that ta me" Hannibal said, "but, outside of you, nobody else knows we're here. So just who exactly, is gonna stop me?"
"Back off Mikey!"
That particular shout came from Raphael, the red clad ninja turtle, who was attempting to use the remote for the futuristic TV.
"Aww come on Raph" Michaelangelo whined, "its' totally my turn to watch 'Zombie Killers from Beyond Space.'"
"If you don't get yer hands off the remote, the only zombie around here is gonna be you!" Raph replied.
Watching from the sidelines was Donatello, who frequently found himself amused by his other brothers' almost childish antics.
"How about instead of fighting over that, you do some practice fighting in the dojo?" Don suggested.
"Donny's got a point" Raph replied, "'sides, I could kick Mikey's butt in training any day of the week."
"Could not!" Mikey replied, 'I've been getting a lot better."
"Better at being a klutz maybe" Raph countered.
"Quit fooling around you two" Leonardo commanded "we've got training in the holo-dojo in a few minutes."
"Now we're talking" Raph replied, heading out the door to said location.
While the Turtles prepared to train, blissfully unaware of the evil that had arrived, Hannibal was grilling Starlee, now restrained with energy rope, for info.
"Why don't ya be a nice little girl and tell me where I can get some weapons produced" he said.
"I'll never help you!" Starlee shouted, "so just forget it!"
"I tried ta be nice" Hannibal replied "but if you won't tell me what I want to know, I'll just extract it from yer head myself. Moby Morpher!"
Using his signature Wu, he shrunk himself down to his normal size and hopped over to Starlee, entering her head via the ear. A few minutes later, he left through the same ear, and brought himself back to his larger size.
"You get anything out of her boss?" CF asked.
"Oh yes" Hannibal replied "in fact, I've obtained much more information than we need. Take this, fer instance" he said, making his way over to something that looked like an open circle with several robot arms surrounding it.
"According to our little hostage, whose name is Starlee, if y'all are interested, this here device is called the Transcendental Lathe. All ya have ta do is think of something, and it can make it a reality. Spicer, come here and try it out."
"Are you sure this is safe?" Jack asked nervously, "this thing isn't going to fry my brains or transport me to another planet, is it?"
"What it will do is nothing compared ta what I'll do to ya if you don't get in that circle!"
Hannibal roared. Jack meekly obeyed and Hannibal instructed CF how to use the computer, which resembled a holographic globe.
"Now just let yer mind wander" Hannibal began "that shouldn't be too hard for you. Think of something, and we'll make it materialize."
Jack did as he was told as CF manned the controls. Two of the robot arms scanned his head, and a third began to materialize his thoughts. Finally, something appeared; a sandwich. Jack picked it up and tasted it.
"Mmm peanut butter and banana, just like I wanted!" he said happily.
"Now that we know that it works" Hannibal began "get it ready for another go. Cause my mind is full of all sorts of terrible things, and I'm looking forward ta seeing them all be brought to life."
Meanwhile, the turtles had finished their training and were heading back to the main room of Cody's penthouse.
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to settle down and play a nice 3 hour game of Helix II" Mikey said.
"Only three hours?" a surprised Don asked, "you must be cutting back."
"Hey guys" the turtles were greeted by a young red haired teen, wearing a white shirt & shoes, light blue jeans and a purple duster open at the chest and waist.
This was Cody Jones, the great-great grandson of their old allies Casey Jones & April O'Neil. Since it had been his fault that they were brought here in the first place, he allowed them to live in his penthouse until he could find away to return them to the past.
"I want to show you guys what I've been working on" Cody said, ushering them over to his large computer "I've been constructing it piece by piece since late last week. Let me just contact Starlee and I'll…"
He paused when his attempt to reach his company; the screen displayed a "no signal" message.
"No signal? That's impossible" Cody said, and tried again, but received a similar response.
"This is all well and good, but if nobody minds, I've got a video game to play" Mikey added.
"I can't understand why no one there is answering" Cody said, "well, I guess we'll just have to go there in person. Maybe then we can figure out why the communications aren't working."
Back at O'Neil Tech, Hannibal was using the TL to create a whole arsenal of evil weapons. However, some of his flunkies were bored stiff.
"Boss man, this whole weapon scene is boring, seriously" Ed said.
"Yeah, how about letting us cause some random chaos and destruction?" Ember suggested.
"All right, go amuse yerselves with yer childish destruction" Hannibal replied "but get back before we leave, so ya can enter the time bubble."
"The whatsit?" Ed asked.
"The time bubble" Hannibal explained "see, anything inside a time bubble is unaffected by any changes that take place when time is altered. So when I change the course of history, you fools will still exist, and therefore be able to help me rule my new world."
After they left, Hannibal turned his attention to Jack "this thing's is good for making a few items, but to have the type of arsenal I need, I'll need something that can mass produce, and quickly. Use the computer and check this place for any production facilities."
"Can do boss" Jack replied, and began typing at the computer.
Meanwhile, nobody noticed the beeping noise that was coming from their captive's wrist. It was her communicator, but bound and gagged as she was, Starlee, wasn't able to answer it.
That's got to be Cody & the guys she thought if I don't answer, they'll know something's wrong and they'll come to get me. I just hope it's not too late.
Mikey: I want to take this time to set the record straight. Despite our frequent pairings on bumpers, Bloom and I are not an item. So if there are any hotties out there who want a date with this sexy turtle, e-mail me at Anyway, in the next chapter, my bros and I face off against three members of the Bean Brigade, and Constable Biggles shows up to ruin the fun, like always.
