A/N: What's this? A new chapter, the very next day? Yep!
Please note: Character thoughts are in italics.
Disclaimer: If I write enough stories, maybe they'll rethink giving me ownership of the turtles? Ok probably not. But one can always dream, right?
Chapter 8-Meet And Greet
Standing next to Mira, Donatello was doing a pretty good imitation of Michelangelo. The normally calm and reserved turtle could not stop fidgeting. Shifting his weight again, he watched the Triceriton warship as it approached.
The impressive ship landed without a sound. The doors opened smoothly. A walkway emerged. Two very large, and very unfriendly looking, Triceriton warriors walked towards them. The excitement radiating off of Mira, only served to increase Donnie's unease. The purple masked turtle's instincts were screaming at him to run. And right now, running away, while adding in a girly scream that would have made Michelangelo proud, sounded like a very good idea. It took every bit of Donnie's self-control to prevent himself from turning on his heels and running as fast as he could in the opposite direction.
The two Triceriton soldiers flanked Donnie and Mira on either side.
The Triceriton's ordered. "Come."
Gulp.
Trying his best to remain calm, Donnie followed the group inside.
The small group entered inside a large docking bay of the warship. Unable to breathe the Triceriton atmosphere, Mira and Donatello were fitted with environmental breathers before proceeding deeper within the vessel.
Despite his unease, Donatello couldn't not help but look around in awe at the warship. The technology of the Triceriton's looked advanced. A few of the items reminded Don of Utrom technology, but the vast majority of the machines and gadgets Don saw were new to him. As a peaceful race, most of the Utrom's advancements were focused on science and exploration. Clearly the Triceriton's were a warrior species. Many of the equipment surrounding the group suggested that their use was for combat.
After turning down a number of hallways, the group eventually entered a command center. Lost in his thoughts, Donatello missed the order from the Triceriton soldier.
The order was repeated. "Bow before the Commander."
A hard shove from behind caused Don to stumble to his knees. The motion snapping the curious turtle out of his thoughts.
Commander Mozar sat in his chair, awaiting the arrival of his guests. The Triceriton Republic had been defeated by the Rebel forces. His superior, Prime Leader Zanramon, was being held as a prisoner. The Commander clenched his hands into fists. That blasted Triceriton Traximus has remolded the great Triceriton Republic, into a Federation. The Commander sneered. A democracy! Equal voices, equal rights! All Triceritons are not created equal. Only the strong should be allowed to survive.
Acquiring a modified Triceriton mind probe was Commander Mozar's first step towards reclaiming the Triceriton Republic. But the mind probe alone would not be enough. Mozar needed more weapons. It was essential to his plan that the Commander meet the engineer behind the ingenious device. Someone possessing such a valuable skill set could be a critical factor for his plan to overthrow Traximus and seize control of the Triceriton Federation. The Commander intended to make the talented engineer behind the Triceriton mind probe an offer that they simply could not refuse.
Sitting in his chair, the Commander watched the figures approaching from the shadows. Entering the light first, he immediately recognized Mira. She was the overly excitable Utrom whom he purchased his first Triceriton mind probe from.
Giving a quick bow, the enthusiastic Utrom started chatting away as she approached Mozar. In her hands was the updated device.
The Commander immediately tuned out Mira's chatter as the Utrom approached. He stared in shock at the figure that stumbled to its knees, as they entered the light.
The Commander's eyes widened. "A terrapin warrior?"
Commander Mozar rose out of his chair quickly. His eyes narrowed in anger as he spat out. "What is that terrapin scum doing on my ship?!"
Taking a step back, Mira's eyes widened. Why is he panicking over Don?
Mira tried to defuse the situation. "Commander Mozar, this is Donatello. He is the Utrom inventor that developed the Triceriton mind probe."
The Commander disagreed as he stalked towards the kneeling turtle. The anger radiating off of him. "He looks like terrapin scum to me."
Beginning to panic, Mira quickly searched her memories for why the Triceriton Commander would react so harshly to Donatello. Wait a minute, his brother Raphael. He was a soldier for the Rebellion wasn't he?
Mira took a step towards Donatello, but was stopped by the Triceriton soldiers. I've got to convince him that Don's not a threat. She pleaded. "Commander Mozar, please. You've got him confused with the terrapin Raphael. This is Donatello, his younger brother."
Donatello stared at the floor, praying that for just once, Mira would keep her Stupid. Mouth. Shut. This was a bad idea. I knew this was a bad idea. Think Donnie, think!
But Donatello's internal pleading was in vain. His mind could not focus as the enraged Triceriton Commander approached him.
His eyes fixated on the floor, Don could feel the fury radiating off of Mozar. Don's stomach sank at Mozar's next words.
"Did you just say that this terrapin scum, is Raphael's brother?"
A/N: Hopefully this chapter makes up for the last one. It certainly looks like Donnie is in a tight spot right now. Virtual Krispy Kreme donuts to those who review!
