NOTE: The show Mega-Bot: The Cosmic Protector is based on Super-Robo Mecha-Force-5 from the 2012 cartoon, except with better dubbing, less ridiculous names, and one of the team members isn't an actual monkey. To be honest, I felt that SRMF5 was a cool idea-even for a spin-off-it just had wasted potential and was simply used as a parody of poorly-dubbed animes from the late '70s and the early-to-late '80s.
Heroes in a Hard-Shell, Part 2 of 3: "The Midnight Run"
RECAP: Mike's P.O.V.
Yup, New York is a crazy place; my siblings and I found that out firsthand when we went to the surface for the first time...and met this mondo-pretty girl and her little brother. Too bad the circumstances under which we met couldn't have been better-apparently, they were being attacked by this street gang called the "Purple Dragons". How dopey can you get?
*April collapses, and Mike glances down at her prone form; cut to him carrying her down the manhole, and sealing it shut*
But I digress-now we've got houseguests. Hope Sensei and Mom don't mind settin' out a few extra places at the dinner table…
Normal P.O.V.
As the five terrapin teenagers headed homeward through the empty subways, Leonardo had plenty to say to Michelangelo, who was still carrying April, bridal-style.
"Are you INSANE, Mike? What were you THINKING? Oh, wait, you WEREN'T thinking! If you were, you'd have used your brain instead of just charging in like a maniac!" he yelled.
"Well, ex-cuse me for bein' chivalrous!" Michelangelo snapped. "I couldn't just stand there and do nothing! Someone was in danger! I had to do something!"
"That doesn't mean you couldn't have TRIED coming up with a plan, at least!" Leo retorted.
"I didn't have time; I had to make it up as I went along!" Mike shot back.
"Seriously?" asked Raph, giving an impressed whistle. "Not bad, Mike; way to think on your toes!"
Leo turned to Raph. "Don't ENCOURAGE him; what he did was reckless and foolish!" he shouted.
"Yeah, but it also took guts." Raph responded. "And for THAT, Mike, next time you borrow my special magazines, I won't lose my cool when ya mess 'em up. Just don't mess 'em up TOO badly, or else I'll reconsider."
"No prob, Raph. Count on it!" Mike replied.
"What if his so-called guts got spilled on the pavement?" Leo asked. "What then, mister big-shot?"
"Puh-lease, like anything could cut through his shell!" Raph scoffed. "And besides, there's no way any wannabe punk in this city could take us on!"
"Sure, you say that NOW, but things change, Raph; things change." Leo responded.
As the three Turtles talked, Zach glanced at Venus and Don. "Are they always like this?" he asked.
Don and Venus looked at each other, then to Zach.
"Pretty much, yeah." Don answered.
"On a normal day, Mike's their mediator." Venus added.
Zach sighed. "Somehow, I thought so...how do you two put up with that?"
"Patience and coffee…" Donatello replied. "Any more questions?"
"Well, how did you five come into existence?" asked Zach.
Don sighed wearily. On the bright side, telling the story of their origins would be a decent way to kill time during their trek homeward.
"Well, you see, it all started WAY back in the year 1992…" the brainy turtle began.
Elsewhere, at an abandoned warehouse at the docks, Bongo and his cronies were nursing their wounds.
"I can't believe it...beaten by a bunch of losers in dopey turtle costumes…" grumbled Randy.
"And here I always thought turtles were supposed to be slow…" chimed in Coop.
"Oh, shut up, you sissies," Bongo snapped. "I had to deal with 'em, and ya don't see ME complaining."
"Yeah, because you were busy cowering under old newspapers while we got our asses handed to us," replied a Purple Dragon member.
"Who said that?" Bongo growled, flipping out his switchblade. "Come up here and say it to my face, piss-guzzler!"
But before things could get physically violent, the Purple Dragons suddenly heard large, thunderous footsteps approaching the warehouse.
"It's him...the boss!" whimpered Randy.
"Hold me!" Coop shivered, sweating profusely as he leapt into Randy's arms and they trembled in terror.
Suddenly, a six-foot-tall hulking man entered the warehouse; he had a blonde buzz cut with a ponytail braid on the back of his head, a black leather jacket with the sleeves torn off, jeans, and shoes, with a purple dragon tattoo on his left arm.
"H-heya, chief…" shuddered Tsoi, the man's size dwarfing his own. "Didn't expect to see you here tonight…"
The large man spoke in a deep voice and a calm, even tone. "Why wouldn't you? After all, this is the place where I get my information from our...generous benefactor."
The Purple Dragons' eyes lit up. A generous benefactor meant plenty of money. And plenty of money was usually gained from some plenty high-profile jobs.
"Speaking of which, it's time for him to contact me," the man explained, as a large, flat-screen TV lowered down from the roof. It turned on, revealing a silhouetted person's head.
"Hun...I trust you and your associates are hearing this?" he asked.
"Loud and clear, big man. We're all ears."
"Excellent...have I got a job for YOU…"
Our terrapin heroes, meanwhile, had soon returned to their home and had set April's body down on the couch. After their first adventure to the surface, they were certainly bushed.
Donatello and Venus were working on fixing up an old Bolts-Waggin' van from the 1970s, Raph was working-over his punching bag, Mike and Zach were reading comic books, and Leo was watching an episode of his favorite cartoon, Megabot: The Cosmic Protector. (What I consider to be an improvement on Super Robo Mecha Force 5.)
On TV, a bearded, pointy-eared villain cackled evilly while pointing his scepter at a downed heroic figure clad in blue spandex.
"Foolish Dex Dashstar! Did you REALLY believe that you stood a chance at defeating me ALONE?!" he asked.
The heroic figure, Dex, lifted his head. "Guess it was pretty dopey of me to think I had it covered...and all by myself, no less..." he managed to grunt.
Suddenly, five other spandex-clad figures, three boys and 2 girls, burst in through a hole in the wall. "Somebody call for backup, dude?" asked the orange-clad one in a surfer voice.
Dex's eyes widened as he beamed in delight. "Guys….you're here! After all that rotten stuff I said to you?" he asked in disbelief.
The green-clad one, Joey Blipski smirked. "Ah, we know ya didn't mean it; you were just stressed. Being leader ain't easy, especially when you gotta be in charge of a team of giant robot pilots!"
Dex beamed widely. "Thanks for the assist, team. But we can hug it out later. Time to form Mega-Robo!" he replied. "Let's mech...and WRECK!"
Leo watched, and sighed contentedly as the action unfolded on-screen. "So...awesome," he beamed giddily.
In Mike's room, he and Zach were engaged in a riveting conversation.
"So you're tellin' me you have every issue of the original run for Silver Sentry & the Justice Force?" asked Zach.
"Oh, no question. I even have the Silver Sentry/Chrysalis 64-Page Super Special with limited-edition foil cover! It's the one where they finally get together!" Mike replied.
Zach's eyes sparkled. "Get outta here, for real?"
Mike nodded.
"That settles it: you are officially the most awesome person I have EVER met."
"I'm honored, micro-dude." Mike smiled humbly, taking a bow.
Suddenly, a loud voice came from the living room: "LEONARDO! DONATELLO! RAPHAEL! VENUS! MICHELANGELO! FRONT AND CENTER: IMMEDIATELY!"
Michelangelo and Zach shot up and glanced at each other.
"Bummer, dude," Mike gulped. "Methinks we're majorly busted...!"
THREE MINUTES LATER, IN THE LIVING ROOM…
All five turtles, as well as Zach, were gathered in front of the couch. Standing in front of them was a very upset-looking Master Splinter, with Whisker standing nearby.
The Turtles had seen that look on Splinter's face many times during their pre-adolescent years. It was the look that meant "I'm not angry, I'm just disappointed. And maybe a little bit angry." And out of all 5 turtles, Leonardo hated seeing that look on his father's face most of all. It was another reminder that he'd failed: not only as a ninja, but as a son.
"Your mother and I were just returning from getting dinner," explained Splinter, his calm tone masking the fury beneath the surface as he gestured to the few boxes of takeout in Whisker's arms.
"But I see you decided to do a bit of...redecorating while we were out. Some throw pillows, a new rug...and a HUMAN TEENAGER?!" he finally shouted, tightly gripping the handle of his walking stick.
The five visibly cringed. It was pretty bad when Splinter gave them that look, but it was worse when his tranquil fury gave way to his seething rage.
Raph spoke up first. "But...dad, it wasn't our fault! Lemme explain!"
Before Splinter could respond, he felt Whisker put her paw on his shoulder. He glanced back at her, and she smiled warmly. Splinter sighed...he never COULD say no to her, whether she be human or mutant.
"Very well…" Splinter relented, and Raph began his tale, as he took a deep breath.
"OK, so we went up to the surface, an' we were soakin' up the scenery all hidden-in-the-shadows, but then we heard this scream of terror in the distance, an' then Mikey decided, I gotta do sumthin'!, so he raced off 'ta save the day while Leo an' the others stood flapping their yaps. I would'a joined 'im, but I wanted to ensure I didn't jump into things too quick, so I planned out a little sneak-attack just in case Mike was in trouble! But th' dame fainted, and her little brother saw everything, so we had to take 'em down here so they didn't tell anybody!"
Raph concluded his recap, panting exhaustedly.
Splinter blinked, before responding. "...While I am disappointed that you allowed yourselves to be seen...your mother and I are both very proud of you five." he responded.
Leonardo let out a relieved exhale. As bad as it was, it could've been worse.
Just then, they heard groaning from the couch, and turned towards the source. The girl had finally regained consciousness.
"Great, she's awake!" Raphael grinned. "Now's your chance to woo her. Go for it, Don Juan!" he told Mike, playfully elbowing him.
Mike's face went red. "I couldn't do that, Raph...she might freak out!" he replied.
"Ugh...what happened…?" April grunted, rubbing her head. "Z...zach? Izzat you…?" she asked.
"Yeah, it's me, sis," Zach replied calmly. "Just relax, these guys are the good ones!"
April blinked, confused. "Good ones…? Zach, what are you…" she began, before she ended up glancing right into Raph's face.
"Rise an' shine, Sleepin' Beauty. Enjoy your nap?" he grinned.
April let out a small squeak of astonishment; she was too scared to scream. In front of her was a six-foot-tall humanoid turtle talking in fluent English. There was no way that this could be real...it HAD to be a dream!
"I can probably guess what you might be thinking, April, and no, this isn't a dream. This is REALLY happening." Zach explained.
April began to hyperventilate. As she did, she noticed that there were five of these humanoid turtles, as well as a humanoid cat and rat: the rat was clad in a blue robe with a walking stick, while the cat wore a red robe, sandals, and was a head or two taller than the rat. She also had black fur, yellow eyes, and a tuft of white hair on her head.
This was too damn weird to be a dream, that was for certain. No amount of indigestion could give way to produce something as crazy and specific as THIS.
April sighed. "Alright...suppose this ISN'T just a dream. Just...how did you all get to be what you are?" she asked, relenting.
Splinter smiled warmly. "That tale goes back to around the year 1992, when a young newlywed couple, Hamato Yoshi and his wife Tang Shen, moved to Manhattan and were looking for some pets to bring joy into their lives."
"Mostly because Tang Shen was...unable to reproduce," Whisker explained sheepishly.
Splinter coughed into his fist. "...anyway, since Shen loved nature, Yoshi took her to a pet shop, where they decided to adopt five tiny turtles in a glass bowl...but then came trouble," Splinter continued. "Four hoodlums attempted to hold up the store, and though Yoshi was a quiet fellow, he was no pushover, for he had once been trained in the martial arts by his father. And while the both of them put up a decent battle, Yoshi, Shen, and their turtles suddenly found themselves doused in a glowing purple substance...and the couple were transformed: Yoshi into a rat-man, and Shen into a feline female. And since the Turtles had recently been in contact with the fellow who ran the pet store, they gained humanoid forms."
It suddenly dawned on April. "Then...you're Hamato Yoshi and Tang Shen?!" she gasped.
"Give the gal a prize," Raph quipped. "Nothing gets past you, does it?" But Mike just nudged him.
"Raph, cram it!" he whispered.
"What? What'd I say?" asked Raph, confused.
"Knowing that we could no longer live among normal society, Shen and I had no choice but to take our turtles and escape into the sewers of Manhattan," Splinter continued. "There we made a home in an abandoned train station-but even more surprises came, for you see, the purple substance had apparently granted the turtles human traits, including the ability of speech. Knowing that they would need to protect themselves, we trained them in the art of ninjutsu, and due to my love of the Renaissance period, I named them after my favorite artists: LEONARDO-expert sword-wielder; DONATELLO-tech specialist & bo-staff master: RAPHAEL-bulky, powerful, yet kind-hearted sai fighter: MICHELANGELO-champion of the whirling nunchaku; and VENUS DE MILO-hot-blooded, adventurous tonfa brawler. They...are the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles...and I am their co-teacher and father, Master Splinter, aided by my love, Whisker."
Zach's eyes sparkled. "...that...is...SO AWESOME!" he grinned. "That would be such a KICKASS comic book...or even a really cool movie!"
Just then, April's pocket began to vibrate, and she reached in and pulled out her cell phone. At this, Raph's eyes widened.
"IT'S AN EXPLOSIVE!" he gasped. "HIT THE DECK!" he leapt aside, pushing his siblings and parents to the ground to shield them from the blast.
April rolled her eyes. "Relax, Bruce Banner, it's only a cell phone. We use them to contact people we know."
Raph got up and blinked. "Funny...doesn't look like any cell phone I've ever seen before…" he commented, reaching into his plastron and pulling out an egg-shaped device with a turtle-shell pattern on its back. "We mostly use our turtle-talkies. The name's still a work in progress…"
Zach was enamored by the very sight of the device. "I dunno what that is...but I want one. Like, really, REALLY bad." he explained calmly.
"Well...if you're lucky, maybe Don can make one for ya…" Mike suggested.
Don glanced to the side. "Hmm...I'll think it over." he replied casually.
Just then, the news began to play on TV. "Breaking news: apparently, the local street gang known as the Purple Dragons-"
The turtles snickered to themselves. "What a stupid name!"
"...have been spotted breaking into the TGRI building. Founded in 1998, the Techno-Global Research Institute has since provided the world with many advances in science, defensive tech, and lots of other things."
Donatello's eyes widened. "If that kind of tech got into the hands of a street gang, they'd be nigh-unbeatable! Not even the police could stop them!"
Just then, the reporter was handed another piece of paper. "What's this? Ah...I see...apparently our own on-the-scene reporter, Veronica O'Neil, has entered the building in secret to capture footage of the robbery. Good luck to you, Ms. O'Neil, and godspeed."
April gasped in shock. "MOM!" she and Zach yelled in unison.
The Turtles all glanced towards the two. "You mean that reporter lady's your mother?" asked Leo.
Zach nodded.
"Then we owe it to ya to help make sure she stays safe." Mike announced triumphantly.
"Really?" asked April, and Mike nodded with a warm, trusting smile. "Okay, then...good luck, you five."
The turtles got into a group huddle. "On 3, you guys: one, two...three…"
Then they all shouted, "LET'S KICK SOME SHELL!" and then raced out of the lair, and headed towards the surface.
April glanced at Splinter and Whisker. "Do you really think that they can save our mom?" she asked.
"If anyone can do it, they can," Whisker replied.
MEANWHILE…
Two of the Purple Dragons were waiting at the loading deck for TGRI when a delivery truck pulled up. Out of it stepped two men clad in beige suits and caps.
"We gotta delivery here for TGRI," said one of them in a deep voice & a Joisey accent.
The two Dragons looked at one another, then back to the truck. "More geek stuff?" asked one of them, before she shrugged. "Ah well...at least the big man's gonna be happy. He goes nuts over this sciency junk…"
"Excellent choice, fellahs," the 2nd delivery guy replied, holding out a clipboard & pen. "Now just sign here, here, initial here, middle-name there...and DONE!"
The two thugs opened the back of the truck, only to be grabbed by two monstrous green hands, dragged into the truck, and then tossed out, bound, gagged, and out like a couple of lights.
"Man, these guys are as dumb as dumb can be!" smirked Raph, emerging from inside the truck's cab. "Now, time for Operation: Turtle Recall!"
Leo shushed the others. "Guys, be quiet. Besides, it should be Operation Turtle Takeover!" he whispered.
The two delivery people discarded their caps, revealing themselves to be Don and Mike. Don took out a device that looked like a cross between an eggbeater, a turn-crank, and a Sega Nomad portable gaming device. He turned the crank, and the eggbeater part began spinning. The small screen flickered to life, showing several glowing-red silhouettes inside the building.
"Thanks to my Tortuga Tracker, I can detect those thugs' heat signatures," Don explained. "They're on the 6th floor! Although most of them are on the other 5 floors."
Raph grinned. "SWEET! It's like a beatdown banquet, and we're the guests of honor!" he exclaimed.
"Well then…" Leon added, unsheathing his sword. "I suppose it would be rude to turn down our invitation. Wouldn't it, gang?"
The other Turtles all smirked deviously at him.
Inside the TGRI building, Coop and Randy decided to check in on their outside guards.
"Egg in the nest to Dragons' Keep. Do you copy, Dragons' Keep? Over!" Randy said through his walkie-talkie.
A brief screech of static was his only answer, until he heard a voice. "I'm sorry. The thugs you are trying to contact have been knocked out cold. Please leave a message at the sound of the Oof. Thank you, and goodbye."
Then the line went cold. Randy and Coop glanced at each other.
"Sound of the Oof?" asked Coop. "What the hell is THAT supposed to-"
But he was cut off when Leo leapt down and spin-kicked him into a nearby wall, where he crashed with an "OOF!" before falling over, out like a light.
"Like that. Sound of the Oof," Leo commented.
Randy glowered at the five mutants before him. "Stay back, freaks...I'm warning ya!" he stammered, pulling out a switchblade.
The turtles fake-shuddered in fright. "Careful, Leo, he's got a knife!" Mike pretended to cower.
Leon chuckled. "That's not a knife," he replied casually, before unsheathing one of his swords. "THIS...is a knife. And it's bigger than yours!"
Randy's entire body went pale. He had NOT prepared for walking, talking reptile-teens carrying gigantic swords. And so, he did what any sensible person would do at a time like this...
He threw down his switchblade, turned tail, and ran off, yipping like a frightened chihuahua all the way.
The Turtles all laughed and laughed at this hilarious display.
"If that's how ONE guy reacts to one weapon-holding turtle…" Don managed to say between his laughing fit. "I wonder how they'll react to FIVE of them!"
And so, they continued their trek up the staircase for three more floors. But by then, they were exhausted, so they decided to use the elevator to take the rest of the way up.
Eventually, they emerged on the 28th floor, and lunged out, their energy restored and ready to fight.
"So...you've come," boomed Hun's voice. "Exquisite. Y'know, I heard that some of my colleagues were terrified by a bunch of schmucks dressed in silly turtle costumes. Naturally, my first inclination was not to believe something so ridiculous, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes…" he continued, cracking his knuckles. "I figure this should be great practice for me; y'know, see if I need to improve on anything."
Raphael stepped to the front and smashed his fists together. "I got this, sibs. Besides, this might be kinda fun." he grinned.
Hun took out a crowbar and bent it into the shape of a bow tie, before tossing it away and charging right at Raph, who kicked up dirt like a bull and charged right at Hun as well.
And as the two juggernauts slammed into each other, neither giving an inch, behind a stack of crates, an auburn-haired woman clad in a dark-blue coat was recording the fight footage with the camera on her cellphone.
"My God…" she gasped quietly. "Are those...aliens? No, that's stupid...wait a second...they look….almost like...turtle-men! And a turtle-girl, also? Could they be siblings…?"
But she knew that talking any more would give away her location, so she continued recording the footage.
Raphael proceeded to jab Hun with his sai in the sides, but it barely even slowed him down. He was like a mountain, unmovable, unshakable...and to him, Raph was like an ant. But while one ant might not do much...a group of ants can move even the tallest mountains.
So all five turtles lunged at Hun altogether, knocking him out a window and sending him plummeting.
"Did...did we just kill that guy?" asked Mike, feeling a bit panicked.
Leo glanced at his brother. "It was either him, or us. We did what needed to be done." he replied. "Now...I trust you're alright, Mrs. O'Neil?" he asked, glancing toward the stack of crates.
As she emerged from behind the crates, Ronnie was flabbergasted. "But...how did you know…?"
"That you were there? A ninja's senses are heightened enough to hear the most insignificant sounds," Leo explained. "That, and I heard you gasp during the fight."
Mrs. O'Neil blushed. "Heh….guess that was pretty unprofessional of me to do…" she replied sheepishly.
"Hey, no sweat-that sorta thing could happen to anybody!" Mike replied casually.
"While we're happy that you got your story," Donnie added. "We'd personally prefer it if you left us out."
"But why?" asked Mrs. O'Neil. "You five saved my life, AND kept the TGRI tech from being stolen! You'd be famous!"
"Sure, but if word got out about five mutant turtle teens who study ninjutsu, every scientist and government agent would be on our asses," Raph explained. "We spent the early part of our lives stuck in a glass bowl, and we ain't goin' back!"
Mrs. O'Neil nodded in response. "I suppose that makes sense; I figure I can edit you out, or at the very least just say you were kids in very lifelike costumes..." she replied as she reached into her wallet and handed them some money.
Leonardo was surprised. "Um, ma'am, we couldn't possibly take your money. We were just trying to help!" he replied nervously.
"I know, which is why I figure you at least deserve a reward." Mrs. O'Neil replied. "I suppose I can get home on my own. Thanks for the help."
"No problemo, reporter dudette," Mike replied as Leo turned to face Venus.
"Sis, if you will?" he asked. "Say no more, Leo; I'm already on it!" Venus replied as she threw down an egg-shaped capsule. "BOOYAKASHA!" she shouted. The moment it hit the floor, a cloud of thick red smoke surrounded them.
"And wherever they are, I'm sure April and Zach are proud of you." Mike added as the fog covered their forms.
By the time the fog cleared, the Turtles had left, and Mrs. O'Neil was all by herself. She pocketed her phone and headed to the elevator. But before she left, she saw a strange-looking, green-colored flip-phone-style device lying on the floor with a piece of paper taped to it.
She reached down and picked it up, before reading the note.
For Mrs. O'Neil-in case you're ever in trouble, just give us a ring on your brand-new, fully-tested SHELL CELL: a product of TURTLETECH, INC. courtesy of Donatello (the purple one!)
With a smile, Ronnie pocketed the "Shell Cell" and continued towards the elevator. Somehow, she had a feeling that this wouldn't be the last she ever saw of the green teens-not by a long shot…
MEANWHILE, ON THE ROOFTOPS OF MANHATTAN…
The five ninjas were racing on the rooftops through the night, like a stealthy quintet.
"We were AWESOME!" Venus grinned.
"Totally NITRO!" Mike agreed.
"We were interstellar!" Don added.
Everyone then turned and looked at him.
"Interstellar? Really?" Raph asked incredulously.
Don sighed. "Alright, we were….umm...way past cool!" he replied.
The others murmured in agreement at that.
"OK, okay, we did pretty great tonight, everyone," Leon smiled. "And...I'm proud of you all."
"Awww~" Venus beamed.
"Question is, whadda we do with the money April's mom gave us?" asked Mike.
"I dunno about you, but I'm seriously hungry." Raph replied as his stomach gave an earth-shaking growl.
"Yeah...I believe it…" Don replied. "Maybe we could use the money to get food!"
"That's using your noggin, Donnie Boy!" Raph remarked. "But what kinda food?"
Leonardo pondered...until he got an idea. "Guys...I heard about this place called Albearto's All-Night Pizza Buffet Jamboree, on Lavigne Avenue and Brown Parkway. Maybe we could get some food there!" he suggested.
"Alrighty then…" Don replied, putting in the destination into his Shell Cell GPS. "It's just a couple minutes from where we are. Lady...and Gentlemen, tonight, we shall PIG OUT!"
"Guys, guys...I just got a catchphrase idea!" Mike chimed in. "It's for when we celebrate a win! I call it….Cowabunga."
The Turtles thought for a few seconds. "Alright/Couldn't hurt to give it a shot/Ah, what the hell?"
So, they got into a circle, drew back their hands, and did a hi-3, shouting in unison: "COWABUNGA!"
"Yeah, that's definitely the one!" Raph smirked.
"No question!" Venus agreed as the Turtles continued on their way.
MEANWHILE, IN THE DEEPEST REACHES OF OUTER SPACE…
An abandoned, broken husk of a spaceship was floating silently among a cluster of debris. Inside the ship, there were five stasis pods lined up on the wall that suddenly started to beep.
With a hydraulic hissing noise, the pods opened up and five beings emerged from them.
The first was a muscular-looking humanoid lizard with cybernetic limbs on his body.
Next was a man-sized ant with a purple executioner's hood, battle armor, and in all four of his arms he held a battleaxe.
Third was a humanoid roach-man clad in a purple hazmat suit, minus the helmet, and holding a strange-looking gun hooked to a large tank on his back.
Fourth was a humanoid polar bear wearing a biker jacket, shades, jeans, and black boots.
And finally, the last one was a one-eyed robot with sharp fangs and samurai armor.
"How long has it been…?" asked the roach-man.
"Approximately twelve years since we flew through that warp in space." the robot replied.
"Damn...and what of Lord Krang?" asked the ant-person.
"Status: unknown, though a signature similar to his has been detected in the Milky Way galaxy."
"Is that so?" asked the lizard-man. "Well, then-get this ship working pronto. We've got a boss to find!"
He chuckled evilly to himself, glancing at his robotic arm, which morphed into a cannon. "I hope the inhabitants at least try resisting-it wouldn't be as fun..."
END OF PART TWO, DUDES.
Don't worry...Hun's not dead (obviously), and he'll be back once I figure out a way to reuse him again.