Ch.11: A Conflict Within

Up on his post, the commander of the Triceratons grinned. Captain Mozar was thrilled. Zog's signal had been correct. This planet was infested with Kraang. It would be a pleasure to destroy it.

"Gunners" commanded Mozar to his men " hurry up and take out their resistance. Ground troops, begin invading the city. Zorak, you and your team see if you can locate Zog. The Kraang die today."


Meanwhile, in the medical wing of Bishop's base, Kurtzman winced as he leaned over to touch the injury on his side. Donatello had done well patching him up, but Bishop's team was thorough in their task to see if he didn't carry some sort of horrible disease.

Speak of the devil, just at that moment, Bishop arrived, as cool and composed as Kurtzman had ever seen.

Something was wrong about his friend. Even though Kurtzman knew Bishop for a long time now, there was still something shady lurking underneath.

His imprisonment of the Turtles and the Mutanimals definitely hit Kurtzman as wrong. Who cares if they had accidently allied themselves with a Triceraton? They were heroes, and didn't deserve to be treated this way.

But Bishop would have none of it, and continued to walk on his way.

To the government agent, things seemed to be rapidly slipping from of his control. Earth was his claim. These invading forces had no right to govern it, even if one of those forces used to be his own kind.

With that, Bishop loosened up the belly of his shirt and revealed himself as a Kraang, but not of the hive mind Kraang Prime controlled.

He had broken away from that horrible position years ago, making his brother, the new Sub-Prime, upset that he had joined the Utrom instead. He was seen as a traitor to them all. And to the Utrom, who didn't know it yet, he would soon betray them as well.

"Time to how well my new pet is progressing," Bishop thought, as he entered his secret lab.

Inside one of the tubes, the Newtralizer's body silently floated, unaware that his DNA was being slowly altered as we speak. Soon, he would be nothing more than a tool for Bishop to command.

And as soon as he was done, Raphael would be next. Bishop smiled at the plans he had for him.


Meanwhile, in the cells, Slash grunted and growled as he struggled to snap out of the shackles binding him to the wall. But even his enormous strength proved no match to get free. Bishop had built his prison well.

"Slash," suddenly called out a low voice, stunning the large turtle and making him hold still.

"Rockwell?" Slash thought.

"Slash, can you hear me?" said the monkey's voice again.

"Yeah, but just barely" thought Slash to the doc " Where are we? Are the others okay?"

"As far as I can tell" responded Rockwell " they're fine, but I can't sense everyone's mind. My amplifier was taken away, so my physic powers are weak."

"Then let's make a plan to get out of here then" said Slash " we've got to stop…,"

"Slash? What's wrong?" said Rockwell, worried.

The door to Slash's cell suddenly opened, and the large turtle was surprised to see Kurtzman standing on the other side.

"Jack" said Slash, confused " What are you doing here?"

"No time to explain" said Kurtzman, pushing a button to release Slash's shackles " we have to free the others and get out of here. The Earth is in great danger, and there is little time to save us all."

Nodding in agreement, Slash didn't question the situation and went with Jack, determined to free his friends.


Elsewhere in the complex, Dr. Chaplin held deep regret that he had tasked to get rid of Zog.

He was a fantastic, alien specimen. A true pride to his whole race. But he was also a very dangerous tool, and Bishop's use for him was at an end.

Dr. Chaplin could still remember the moment he had helped Bishop escape with the Triceraton. Plucking him from right under the Kraang's tentacles, so his DNA could prove useful here in the lab. That was one job interview Chaplin would never forget.

Zog's cell door was right in front of him now. It was time to carry out the plan.

Pressing the button in order, Chaplin unlocked the code to Zog's cage, readying his weapon when…Wham!

Something hard hit with such force, that Chaplin was sent painfully sprawling across the room. The poison gun he had held leapt uselessly to the floor, no longer a danger to be feared.

Seconds later, Zog walked out of his cell, broken shackles held tight in his hand, and his expression of anger fierce.

Never again would he be so easily caged. This planet would pay dearly for their sins.

But first, there was a great matter that needed to be done, and Zog was determined to accomplish the task.