In the semi-darkness surrounding the power plant, the hulking form of Hun sat upright. He pulled himself to his feet and walked over to his master, grasping the chain fence that held his master in place he gave a sharp pull..and it came loose in his hands.
Without a word of thanks, or indeed even casting at glance at his servant Shredder got to his feet and walked slowly over to the sad form of Walter Gibson AKA Wicked.
The human was coming groggily to his senses and let out a high pitched wail of fear when he saw his former Master standing above him. He tried begging Shredder for forgiveness, begging for another chance, but Shredder simply held his hand out to Hun. And Hun handed his master a large sword.
As Wick's pleading turned into a sort of blubbering wail Shredder plunged the sword into the helpless human's chest and strait through his heart.
Wick's wail turned into a gasping gurgle and then he died.
Without a word Shredder turned his back on his former servant and he walked away.
Epilogue
In the darkness of his trophy room, Brydon Starling swished the remainders of the wine around in his glass, and stared at the thing sitting in a glass display case. In the room around him were a lot of rare things, valuable things; books hundreds of years old, statues dating back from ancient Greece, paintings worth billions; what he kept in the shatter proof glass case however was more than rare, more than valuable…it was also very dangerous.
Inside the case, lying on a red velvet cushion was a very large gauntlet, made from what looked like gold, studded with rubies, rhinestones, and diamonds and with a strange symbol carved just above the knuckles.
"The son was completely destroyed My Lord. There was nothing I could do."
"That is unfortunate." Said the voice of someone hidden in the darkness of Starling's trophy room.
"Damn that those turtles, I never thought such a creature could even exist." Starling took a drink of his wine.
"There are more things in the universe than you could ever dream of, these turtles are nothing by comparison." The voice said dismissively. "They will be monitored."
"Is that all?" Starling looked up in surprise. " They tossed five years of planning in the proverbial trash can and all you say is..they'll be monitored."
"They are of little consequence in the great scheme of things Starling. The plan will still continue, we will merely be forced to take other avenues. And now we have another pawn in the game. Someone of great intelligence who could be of use when the time comes."
Starling's brow furroghed. " You mean the Dark Turtle? He rejected the Son, he took it off. Do you think he would still be susceptible?"
"You know as well as anyone Starling, that once one has worn a Skcara can never be completely free of its influence. He has worn it, he is bound to us. Whether he knows it or not." The voice said softly.
Starling's gaze went to his own left arm, and he held it up in front of him flexing his fingers. From far away it looked like a normal arm, but up close one could see the subtle difference. This wasn't a natural limb, but the finest in Cybertronic limb replacement technology. Starling grimaced, he was the only other earthling besides Donatello to have ever worn a gauntlet..and gotten away from one alive. He had paid for it dearly however.
"Yes the turtle got off lighter than you did Starling." The voice said as if reading Starling's mind..which was exactly what it was doing. "Perhaps his mutant blood gives him greater resistance. Perhaps he was just lucky. It does not matter. He was able to resist the Son but he could never ever resist the Father." The voice said with glee.
Starling's gaze went to the gauntlet lying in the display case. "Do we continue with production, I can have another Son ready by the end of the week."
"No, the Shredder knows of the existence of the gauntlet, he will be curious. We both know exactly who and what he is, he has the means to find out about us. For now it is best we lay low, after all we have plenty of time."
Starling nodded.
"Then we'll wait, and the turtle? Do we leave him with his family or do we collect him to go with the others?"
"Leave him for now. He will be of more use to us where he is. When the time comes however, you will take the Father and you will collect him personally."
Starling bowed. " It will be as you order, Lord."