Chapter 7: Honeycut

AN: Since Chapter 6 was so short, I'm giving you chapter 7 along with it. Chapter 7 is also very short, so I guess together they make one lone chapter.

I don't own TMNT. Please don't sue me.

I also don't own the Galactic coordinates of Earth noted later in this chapter...I won't say where I got them from until the end of the chapter though.


Honeycut was happy. He was still sick of his robot body (and still doing work on transfering his consciousness into a body that at least looked somewhat human, or even one of the Utrom exo-suits. Professor Honeycut was doing what he did best — creating things. He had improved the Utrom's exo-suits to the point where Utroms were beginning to use the exo-suits in their daily lives.

He had improved life for all Utroms. He didn't spend much time outside, becuase he was busy working. He didn't really get an idea of what things were like outside, although he'd heard rumors of a revolution being started against the government, although he had no clue why. Normally this would have worried him, but the Utrom government seemed to constantly be giving him new projects, and he really didn't have time to worry about such things. And he was happier that way.

"Message for you Honeycut..." said his aide, a young female Utrom, "...it's from...can't get a name of the owner but the Galactic coordinates are ZZ9-Plural Z Alpha...uh...small blue-green planet called earth...where the fuck's that?"

"Mind your language," said Honeycut, not that that ever deterred her. But then his brain did a somersault, "Did you say Earth?" he said suddenly.

"Uh...yup, that's right, the planet's called Earth..." said the aide.

"Give me that communicator!" he said suddenly. He turned it on, and on the screen appeared Donatello.

"Donatello!" said Honeycut, "Is that really you? How did you get an inter-galactic communicator."

"Uh...we took one from Karai," said Donatello. That must mean they stole it from Karai thought Honeycut.

"To what do I owe this unexpected call?" asked Honeycut.

"It's a long story professor," said Donatello, "And I'm afraid I can't tell it now. I'll have to tell it to you later...in private."

"If you insist Donatello," said Honeycut, "Now, do you want to meet on the Utrom Homeworld or on Earth?"

"Let's make it the Utrom Homeworld," said Don, with a look on his face Honeycut wasn't entirely sure he liked.

"Very well Donatello," said Honeycut, "I will send my aid down to Earth at your exact coordinates. Are you in a location where nobody can see you?"

"Aren't we always," said Raphael, cutting in.

"Right," said Honeycut. I have a bad feeling about this, he thought.

Honeycut was told more than he could cope with that day. The possiblility that the entire world the Utroms had created for him was a lie was quite a bit. He realised that — besides the Shredder — he had never seen a Ratridi Utrom. Something was definitley odd about that. But on the other hand...if he was to help the turtles takedown the government...he would be doing this for the Shredder — well for Ch'rell anyway. Honeycut had seen firsthand the destruction that Ch'rell had caused. He had even felt the Shredder's — Ch'rell's — wrath. But on the other hand...everything that the turtles were saying Karai and this Jaï'ro character had said made sense. Too much sense.

"You won't tell anyone we had this discussion will you?" said Don nervously.

"Oh no," said Honeycut, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah," said Raph, "Give us a tour of Utrom."


AN: And so another chapter ends. I would like to remind you that The Revolution is brought to you by hits and reviews from readers like you. Thank you.

And did anyone catch the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Reference? Anyone? Anyone at all?

Oh well...with that in mind...

I don't own the concept that the Earth is located at the intergalactic coordinates ZZ9-Plural Z alpha. My name is not Douglas, and my last name is not Adams. (Look it up for Zark's sake)