Space. The final frontier. The last great adventure for mankind.
My name is Donatello, and like any lover of science, the idea of traveling beyond our world astonishes me. And now, I've got the chance. To explore strange new worlds, to seek out new life and new civilizations, to boldly go where no man, or mutant, has gone before.
This all would be incredible, if I wasn't fighting for my life against armed goons hunting some strange robot. Everything in life comes at a price, doesn't it?
...
The sensation was indescribable, the feeling of all of their molecules being broken down and put back together again. While it make have taken a matter of hours for the entire process to complete, the turtles felt as if only a few moments had passed. Bit by bit, their bodies were rebuilt until they were whole once again, sitting on the dirty ground in a grungy back alley.
"Whoa." Raph let out, shaking off the weird sensation coursing through his system. "What the shell was that?"
"And where are the Kraang?" Mikey asked. "And Master Splinter?"
"I think the better question is, where are we?" Donnie corrected.
The turtles looked around, finally getting a clear view of exactly where they were. The sky was a burnt orange color, with constellations that none of the brothers recognized. Various moons and space debris floated above them, and even more confusing, the back alley they were in opened out into a strange cityscape with creatures that were most definitely not human or Kraang.
"So is this the New Jersey of Dimension X?" Mikey asked.
"I don't think this is Dimension X." Donnie corrected.
"How do you figure that?" Raph asked.
"For starters, we're not suffocating on the atmosphere right now." Donnie told him. "And second, the device we used felt like 'whoosh', whereas the dimensional portals were more of a 'shift'. Like a shift in molecules."
"Whoosh?" Mikey asked. "I kinda feel like it was a 'vroom'."
"Really?" Raph interjected. "Cause I could've sworn it was more of a 'thwap',"
"Thwap?" Donnie and Mikey asked.
Raph responded by smacking both of them across the face.
"Thwap." Raph repeated as the two rubbed their faces.
"My point is, instead of being sent to another dimension, I think we were shot across outer space." Donnie continued.
Leo's eyes went wide at that, looking around in amazement.
"We're on another planet?" he let out. "Guys, do you know what this means?"
"That you're about to geek out," Raph guessed in a deadpan voice. "And shout that this is just like Space Heroes."
"No," Leo corrected. "Though that is cool, it's that we're lost in space with no idea where we are, or how to get back home to Master Splinter."
"Gangway!" a mechanized voice shouted from the opening of the alley.
The turtles all turned just in time to see a silver robot with orange eyes and a mouth barreling towards them. The robot brushed past them as he bolted down the street.
"Hey, we're standin here!" Mikey yelled, sounding like an angry cab driver.
"Where's he off to in such a hurry?" Donnie asked.
"I'm guessing it's to get away from those guys." Leo guessed, pointing in the other direction.
The turtles looked to see a group of armed humanoid men moving in on the alley. They were all dressed in green uniforms and armed with weapons reminiscent of the Kraang's laser guns.
"Creatures!" one man at the front of the group called out. "Hand over the android now or we will be forced to open fire!"
The turtles just looked at each other in confusion about what was going on. Meanwhile, the robot behind them began banging against the stone wall, trying to find a weak spot.
"Oh dear." it let out, leaning against the wall
"You had your chance." the man called out. "Open fire!"
With that, the men opened fire on the turtles, causing the boys in green to scatter to avoid the blaster fire.
Leo jumped onto a nearby dumpster and leapt off it towards some of the men, drawing his sword and slicing his gun as he landed. He then kicked the man in the chest to take him down before elbowing a guy behind him, taking him out as well.
Donnie spun his staff around, deflecting the oncoming blaster fire. Thinking fast, Donnie extended his staff and swung it at three of the men, taking them out easily. Donnie then retracted his staff before running forward and swung his staff at another man like a baseball bat taking him out as well.
Mikey kept flipping around the alley, avoiding the constant blaster shots. After leaping into the air, Mikey threw several shruiken at the men's guns, knocking them out of their hands. Once Mikey landed next to then, he went wild with his Nunchucks, bashing every soldier in sight until they were all on the ground.
Raph dashed around the blaster fire until he reached the men. He then used the blunt end of his sai to bash and hit every man in sight. Raph quickly ducked under one oncoming strike and spin kicked him to the ground.
While the four turtles dealt with the soldiers, the android watched on in utter fascination.
"My word, those turtle fellows are completely thrashing those troops." he let out before resuming his search for weak points in the wall. "Well, I best not look this gift tauntaun in the oral cavity."
He located a metal panel, one that was covering the entrance into the alien equivalent of a storm drain. With a hearty punch, the android crumpled the metal, revealing his escape route.
"Huzzah!" he declared. "I am home free!"
He went to take his escape, but found himself unable to, looking back at the turtles as they wrapped up their battle.
"Oh, I just cannot abandoned those poor little fellows, not when they'll be at the mercy of that dastardly General..."
Back with the turtles, they were nearly done polishing off the men when one of them pulled out a radio.
"This is Commander Zetrig." he called out. "We've encountered heavy resistance. Requesting immediate back up! Repeat, we need-"
He was cut off by a staff to the head from Donatello.
"Guys, we got incoming!" He called back.
"So, fight or flight?" Leo proposed.
"I vote fight." Raph voiced.
"You always vote fight." Mikey commented.
"Excuse me, terrapin creatures?" The android called out, waving a metallic servo in the air. "I would suggest making a timely escape before more troops arrive. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I can lead us all to safety."
"Can we trust him?" Donnie asked.
"Do we have a choice?" Leo countered.
Donnie just shrugged as he and the rest of the turtles chased after it. The android jumped down into the storm drain, and one by one, the turtles followed it in. they slid for a few moments, almost as if they were on a water slide before landing in a stream of water running through the drain. The android shook its metallic hands, attempting to rid itself of the water as the turtles got to their feet.
"I dare say, I have never seen a group of beings as skilled as you four." the bot complimented. "You must be quite proud of your skills."
"We are, trust me." Leo confirmed.
"Perhaps some introductions are in order." the bot continued, giving a bow. "My name is Professor Zayton Honeycutt."
"I am Donatello."
"My name is Leonardo."
"I'm Michelangelo."
"The names Raphael, but that's enough about us. Mind telling us who the military nutsos chasing after you were?"
"Ah yes, I suppose I do owe you an explanation." The Professor remarked, stroking his metallic chin. "Those were the troops of General Blanque, an egotistical member of the Federation Army. He has been chasing me for some time now, attempting to steal the plans to a device I have invented."
"What kind of device?" Donnie asked.
"That would take a bit further explanation." Honeycutt explained. "Truth be told, I wasn't always an android."
This got the turtles attention.
"There was a time where I was a human, and a respected scientist working on fantastic inventions for the betterment of the galaxy." Honeycutt continued. "None the least of which was a specialized mental helmet that granted me the power of telekinesis. Unfortunately, not everyone wanted to see my genius used for peaceful purposes."
"I'm guessing that's where this Federation comes in?" Leo guessed.
"Right." Honeycutt confirmed. "For years, General Blanque had been hammering for the schematics I have for a teleportal device. A machine i intended for interplanetary transport to bring people together, but Blanque wanted to use the machine for warfare purposes. I was admittedly against him, much to his dismay."
"So how did you become this?" Donnie asked.
"Well one night, I was working on my mental helmet when my robotic assistant SAL, got tangled up in some vines working on my home." Honeycutt continued. "I went out to get him free, but in the process, it and I were struck by lightning. Somehow, my helmet's mental abilities fused my mind into SAL's body. By the time I awoke, my human body was burned to a crisp, and I was like this. It wasn't too long after when Blanque found out what happened, and he couldn't be happier. You see, robots have no rights in this part of the galaxy, so he was free to capture me and probe my mind for the information I now possess. So I ran, and I've been running ever since."
"A fugitive android." Mikey pieced together before an idea popped into his head. "A Fugitoid!"
"Actually that is the correct terminology on D'Hoonib." Honeycutt confirmed. "How did you know?"
"Uh…" Mikey replied nervously. "Lucky guess?"
"Hang on a second." Leo interjected. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?"
"The professor's teleportal." Raph declared. "That could be our ticket home!"
"Professor, can you build it?" Donnie practically begged.
"I am sorry, but I simply cannot." The Professor replied.
"WHAT?!" the turtles shouted.
"Hear me out." The Professor insisted. "If I do build my teleportal, then I risk the chance of it falling into the hands of General Blanque, or worse. I cannot take such a risk."
"But our world is in danger!" Donnie insisted. "Our home city has been taken over by these beings called the Kraang and-"
"The Kraang?" The Professor interrupted. "Oh we know about them here on D'Hoonib. Nasty creatures.
"We know." Leo agreed. "And they've taken over our home and have our father captive."
"And if we don't get back to stop them…" Raph added.
"I understand your plight, really I do." The Professor insisted. "But the risk here is still too great."
As eager as the turtles were to get home, they had to admit that the Professor's fears were sound. Luckily, Leo had an idea.
"Well, what if we got you off-world?" He suggested. "Took you somewhere Blanque can't find you. Then you could build your portal in safety."
"Yeah, and once it's finished, you could come with us back to Earth!" Mikey cheered.
"Earth?" The Professor repeated. "I have never heard of such a place."
"And odds are, neither has General Blanque." Raph pointed out. "You'd be safe from him, and we'd be home free."
The Professor mulled that over, then he seemed to come to a decision.
"You make a convincing argument." he told them. "Very well, you help me get off of this planet, and I will build my teleportal to send us all to your Earth."
"Great!" Leo let out. "Let's get going."
"Right," Fugitoid agreed. "We don't want to be down here when the cleaners activate."
"Chillax Professor." Mikey reassured as they started walking. "We've spent our entire lives in sewers. There ain't nothin down here we can't handle."
Before Mikey could start moving, he caught sight of something that baffled him to the core. Four fairly large rats in Technicolor masks walking down the tunnels being led by a turtle with a walking stick and a robe on.
"Cowabunga!" the rat in the orange mask let out as he and his companions disappeared down another pipe.
Soon they were gone, leaving Mikey perplexed and confused.
"Huh," he let out. "What do you know?"
"Mikey!" Raph snapped. "Let's go!"
"Alright!" Mikey yelled back, running to catch up. "Loosen your mask, Raph!"
...
In the Federation Army's control center, General Blanque, a red-haired man with a stern expression and a cruel gleam in his eye, sat in the center of the room, watching as several of his men scoured an array of screens for signs of the Fugitoid.
"Have we heard back from the team we sent into the Zeta quadrant yet?" He demanded. "They requested backup then we lost contact. I need answers people!"
"Checking General." one of his men responded.
There were a few seconds of silence, then the man spoke up again.
"Sir, apparently they located the Fugitoid, but where assaulted by a group of four off worlders." the man explained. "The team was defeated and the five fugitives escaped."
"What?!" Blanque cried out. "Keep searching the area! Post men at all spaceports! Make sure that Fugitoid doesn't leave this planet!"
"Yes sir!" the man replied. "What about the off worlders?"
"Capture them too." Blanque ordered. "But the Fugitoid is still top priority. I've come too far to let him and his plans for that teleportal slip through my fingers."
As several men scrambled to do as they were told, a woman with purple hair and a holographic eye piece slipped quietly out of the room. She took refuge in an empty closet, activating a wrist communicator hidden under her sleeve.
"You're in luck." she whispered as a fuzzy, dinosaur shaped figure appeared in a holographic image. "The Fugitoid escaped from General Blanque and is still on the loose. Unfortunately, he is now traveling with a group of four off worlders, ones that were able to defeat an entire squadron of men."
"Is this supposed to somehow intimidate me?" the voice on the other end asked.
"Not at all, but I do believe my price has just gone up." She replied. "Especially if you want information on these new players."
"Count yourself lucky that your greed is overshadowed by your usefulness to me." the voice chastised, coming out of the shadows to reveal himself as a large muscular triceratops like creature. "You will get your reward, and I will get the android. Then I will use this teleportal to further the glory of the Triceraton Republic!"
...
The turtles and the Fugitoid emerged from the storm drain, opening out onto another back alley. From where they stood, they could see a bustling marketplace where aliens of all shapes and sizes were milling about.
"Lot of freaky people out there." Raph commented.
"Yeah," Mikey agreed. "We'll fit right in."
"Um, I wouldn't be too sure about that." Donnie corrected.
He pointed up at a large billboard, where holographic signs displayed their faces, right alongside the Professor's. It was clear that the signs were wanted posters, and they were everywhere.
"Great, a planet of freaks and weirdos, and we still gotta sneak around in the shadows." Raph complained.
"How are we gonna get off planet now?" Leo asked.
"I'm afraid our only hope is to hire a smuggler to sneak us out of Federation territory." The Professor suggested. "I may know of somewhere we can go, but it is clear on the other side of the city."
"Then let's not waste time." Leo told them.
"Leo, I hate to burst your bubble, but while we may be ninjas, the Fugitoid is not." Mikey pointed out. "How the shell are we gonna get him across the city without getting spotted?"
That's when a pink wad of cloth suddenly collided with his face. He struggled against it, then pulled it off, turning to see Donnie holding several more in his hand. Above him was an old clothesline, one now devoid of its hanging laundry.
"With the ancient art of disguises, Mikey." Donnie remarked, handing out robes to Leo, Raph, and the Professor.
Mikey took a look at the robe Donnie had tossed at him, only to find it was absurdly girly.
"Hey, this is a girls robe!" he complained. "I wanna trade!"
"Not a chance, Mikey." Raph informed him.
"But-"
"Come on, let's go!" Leo ordered.
Mikey groaned, then reluctantly pulled the robe on.
...
"What do you mean you haven't found them yet?!" Blanque shouted, his voice reverberating throughout the command center.
"Sir, the Fugitoid disappeared, and has yet to reappear on our surveillance system." A young tech explained reluctantly.
"Keep searching!" Blanque ordered. "He's bound to show back up again sooner or later."
"We've already posted images of the four creatures, as well as the Fugitoid. If someone finds them, they will report in." The purple haired woman explained.
"Good." Blanque let out. "I want to know the second we get a lead! I've waited far too long to get my hands on that teleportal, and I'm not going to let some rogue robot and his freaky friends stand in my way!"
"Understood sir." the purple haired woman acknowledged.
...
After walking for a while, and having to keep Mikey away from the various food stalls they passed, the five fugitives arrived at a seedy pub that looked like it had been plucked straight out of Mos Eisley.
"You honestly think we're gonna find a pilot in this dump?" Leo asked.
"Naturally." Fugitoid replied. "This pub is where all of the smugglers in this region congregate. You will never find a more wretched hive of scum and villainy this side of the Iluvian asteroid belt."
Mikey was just about to make a joke when Raph slapped his hand over Mikey's mouth.
"Don't even think about it Mikey." the red turtle told him.
"Come along my friends," Fugitoid instructed. "We haven't got all day."
"Right," Mikey agreed, getting Raph's hand off his mouth. "Allons y!"
The others just raised an eyebrow.
"Doctor Who reference?" Donnie asked. "Really?"
"What? He sounds like David Tennant." Mikey defended. "Don't tell me you can't see it."
"Let's just go, ok?" Leo insisted.
The five entered the establishment, and saw a sea of aliens going about their business.
"Nice place." Raph remarked.
"So, who do we talk to about a ride off world?" Leo asked.
"And more importantly, who do we talk to about some food?" Mikey added. "I'm starving!"
"Might I suggest the D'Hoonibian spicy cheese disks?" The Professor offered up. "They are quite delectable, and this establishment makes the best in the quadrant."
"I'll go with Mikey to the counter so he doesn't get into trouble." Leo volunteered. "You two stay with the Professor and secure us a ride."
"You got it." Raph responded.
With that, Donnie, Raph, and Fugitoid went further into the pub while Leo and Mikey went to the counter.
"Excuse me?" Mikey called out. "I'll have one of those, spicy cheese disks please?"
The alien behind the bar looked at him, then slid a large, alien pizza in front of him before disappearing to the far corner of the bar. It picked up a communicator, dialing an emergency number.
"Hello?" the alien whispered. "I'm calling about the four off worlders and the Fugitoid."
As Mikey stuffed his face with the cheese disk, Leo just sat at the counter, keeping an eye out for anything suspicious. What he didn't count on was some female alien take the seat next to him.
"Let me guess, first time off your home planet?" she asked, leaning against the counter in a seductive manner.
"Uh…" Leo let out, a bit surprised by the sudden conversation. "Y-yeah… is it that obvious?"
"Maybe a bit." she replied, scooting a bit closer. "Then again, I know just about everyone in this pub and yet I've never seen your pretty face before. You hear for business… or pleasure?"
"I… um..." Leo tried to respond, feeling flabbergasted. "W-what's it to you?"
"Just curious." she replied, brushing a lock of bright blue hair out of her eyes. "I'm Xentalia… You got a name, cutie?"
"Uh, yeah...L-Leonardo." Leo told her, feeling a bit hot under the shell.
"Leonardo." she repeated, placing an arm around his shoulder. "Lovely name."
Leo was starting to get a little uncomfortable. Just then, he looked down and saw a small pistol strapped to her ankle.
"Thanks." he replied with a new sense of confidence. "So, what's your story? Business, or murder?"
To the alien girl's credit, she maintained her poker face, even though her free hand began slowly sliding towards that pistol as her arm around Leo tightened somewhat.
"Murder?" she asked innocently. "What makes you say that?"
"How stupid do you think I am?" he asked, reaching using a free hand to reach behind his shell. "Honestly?"
"Stupid enough to remain distracted long enough for my backup to arrive." she replied, grabbing her pistol. "NOW!"
Just as she brought it up to fire, Leo pulled out a sword and cut the gun in half. She was left with Leo pointing a blade at her head.
"Who's stupid now?" Leo asked.
Just then, several Federation soldiers poured in through the entrances, surrounding the entire room.
"Still you, sweetheart." she replied as she backed away from Leo and into the safety of the Federation's blockade.
"It's official." Leo lamented. "I have the worst taste in women."
"Hey don't blame yourself Leo." Mikey consoled. "She probably could have made anyone look like a complete moron."
"Gee thanks." Leo replied sarcastically before eying an exit. "Head for the back door, I'll get the others."
"Right." Mikey confirmed as Leo went off.
Mikey slowly started sneaking towards the door when he bumped into a Federation soldier.
"You, get back with the others." he ordered.
"You couldn't possibly hit a lady?" Mikey asked in a girly voice. "But then again, a lady could hit you!"
With that, he pulled out a nunchaku and knocked the soldier's gun out of his hands with it before kicking him to the ground.
"You go girl." Xentalia complimented from the sidelines as more soldiers moved in.
"I can't leave you alone for one minute, can I Mikey?" Leo remarked as he and the others caught up with him.
"Don't hate me because I'm beautiful." Mikey joked.
"Soldiers, ready to open fire!" one of the soldiers ordered.
"So much for blending in." Raph remarked.
"Right." Leo agreed as he and the others discarded their robes.
The turtles then went out to take on the Federation forces. Leo danced around the blaster shots, blocking them with his swords. As he finally got up to the soldiers, he kicked one in the chest before kicking another on top of Xentalia as she was getting away. As she tried to pull herself free, Leo stood over her.
"Still think I'm stupid?" he asked before punching her out.
Raph leapt into the air before landing in the center of four soldiers. He quickly punched out one, hit another in the gut, swept a third off his feet, and quickly got up to head-butt the fourth before they even had a chance to realize what was going on.
After dodging a blaster shot, Mikey extended his chain around one soldier, and pulled him in close. He then jumped over him as the soldier went flying into a group behind him, knocking them all to the ground. Mikey then landed on the ground with his chain retracted and a smirk on his face.
"How do you like that sukkah fools?" he let out.
Donnie quickly struck one soldier with his staff before sweeping another one off the ground. As the soldier fell, his gun went out of his hands for Donnie to grab.
"Whether on earth or an alien planet, a gun is still a gun." Donnie noted before blasting a few soldiers.
"Sir, we have to retreat!" one soldier insisted. "They're overpowering us!"
"Out of the question soldier!" the other soldier dismissed. "Blanque will have our heads if we return empty handed, and nothing is going to stop us from seizing that android!"
"I wouldn't be so sure of that!" a gravelly voice declared seconds before the roof collapsed on top of the soldier that had just been talking.
"Now what?" Raph let out.
From the new hole in the roof, in poured several large anthropomorphic dinosaurs, triceratops to be precise. They all seemed to be wearing special green face masks on their snouts and were armed with bigger guns than those of the federation soldiers. The last one to enter had an eye patch over his left eye and a robotic left arm.
"There is the Fugitoid!" the one with the metal arm noted. "Seize it, now!"
"Yes Commander Mozar!" the troops responded as they started to move in.
"Triceratons!" The Professor screamed. "Here?!"
"I take it they're not the good guys?" Mikey guessed.
"The farthest thing from, I assure you." The Professor explained. "In fact they are perhaps the deadliest beings in the known universe, second only to the Kraang themselves"
"Then we should haul shell before they get a chance to get you! Leo declared.
"Easier said than done, Leo!" Raph exclaimed. "We've got Federation and Triceratons everywhere"
"Well they sure don't seem to be on friendly terms with one another." Donnie noted.
"Of course not." The Professor told him. "The two races have been at war for who knows how long."
"Maybe we can use that as a smokescreen to slip out of here." Donnie suggested.
"Anything's better than just standing here waiting to get vaporized." Leo agreed. "Let's move."
With that, the turtles and the Fugitoid started discreetly moving around the Federation and Triceraton soldiers. As they continued moving, one of the Triceratons caught sight of them, and took out a grenade he had on hand. Upon activating it, he lobbed it at the ground near them. Then it went off, launching the turtles one way, and the Fugitoid another. As the Fugitoid landed, he looked up to see he was at the feet of a Triceraton.
"Well, this isn't good." he let out.
Across the room, the turtles regained their senses as they got off the floor.
"Feels like my head's been used for a bell." Raph commented.
"I know how you feel." Mikey agreed.
"Hey, where's the Professor?" Donnie asked.
"Help!" the Fugitoid called out, causing the turtles to look and see him being carried away by some Triceratons. "I'm being Robo-napped!"
"Professor!" they all cried out.
"We gotta go after him!" Raph insisted.
"How?" Mikey asked. "It's a war zone between us and there!"
Donnie looked at the blaster he was still holding and one of the tables in the pub.
"Everyone onto the table!" he ordered. "I got an idea!"
"Seriously Don?" Raph asked.
"JUST DO IT!" Donnie yelled.
Raph just obliged as he and the others got onto the table. Donnie pressed a few buttons on the blaster before placing it under the table and getting on top of it himself.
"I hope there's more to your plan than being sitting targets." Raph told him.
"More like being a sitting rocket." Donnie corrected.
"Wait, what?!" Leo let out.
Before he could protest any further, the blaster exploded, rocketing the table, and the turtles on it upwards through the hold the Triceratons made in the ceiling. Once they were outside, the table lost momentum and fell back down to the roof, causing the turtles to land with a thud.
"Don," Raph spoke. "Next time... A little more warning...would be nice."
"Hey, it worked, didn't it?" he replied.
As the turtles got to their feet, they saw that on the street was a yellow spaceship with two Triceratons getting into it with the Fugitoid. The ship powered up and took off away from the city.
"They're getting away with the Professor!" Mikey yelled.
"We gotta go after them." Raph told them. "He's our only ticket home."
"Not to mention with the teleportal plans in the hands of the Triceratons, they could use that technology to wreak untold destruction across the galaxy." Donnie added.
"There's more at stake here than just earth now."
"All the more reason for us to rescue him and get back home!" Leo declared. "We just need some transportation."
"How about that?" Mikey asked, pointing to a hovercraft sitting not far from them.
"That bucket of bolts?" Raph criticized.
"Hey you can look for a stretch limo if you want," Donnie said. "We just need functional."
The four made it down to the street level and Donnie quickly got to work trying to start the craft. After a bit of tinkering, the engines finally powered up.
"Cars or alien hovercrafts, I can hotwire anything." Donnie boasted.
"Pat yourself on the back later." Leo told him as they all got inside. "We have a robot to rescue."
"Dibs on the sidecar!" Mikey called out, getting into the seat.
"You sure you know how to fly this thing Don?" Raph asked, fastening his seat belt tight.
"Like a turtle do." Donnie quipped, pressing a button.
Suddenly, the craft flew backwards into a wall, causing the turtles to jerk forward a bit.
"Whoops." Donnie let out. "Hehe. Must have had it in reverse."
"You don't say." Raph replied.
After a bit of working, Donnie finally had it going forward, and in pursuit of the Triceratons.
...
After a bit of flying, Donnie could see the ship carrying the Professor in the distance. He began closing the gap as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, in doing so, he alerted the Triceratons to their presence.
"This is Mozar," the commander called. "We have the Fugitoid, but we're being pursued by the terrapin creatures. Destroy them!"
"Affirmative!" a Triceraton on the other end replied.
As the turtles continued pursuing them, they noticed three Triceratons on some kind of hover platforms pursuing them.
"We got incoming!" Donnie declared, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.
"Quick, where are the weapons?" Mikey asked.
"Mikey," Donnie said calmly. "This is a civilian hovercraft. THERE ARE NO WEAPONS!"
"Remember what Master Splinter said," Leo reminded. "In the hands of a true ninja master, anything can be a weapon."
With that, Leo got up and used his sword to pry off the seat next to him. He then picked it up and waited for the Triceratons to get in close.
"You boys look pretty tired!" Leo cried out. "Have a seat!"
He then threw the seat at one of the Triceratons, causing him to fly out of control before crashing into the jungle below.
"Right," Mikey said looking around him. "Anything can be a weapon."
He then looked down at his console and saw several technicolored buttons before him.
"Button!" he cried out. "Buttons can do things right? One of those things could be a weapon!"
Mikey then proceeded to start pressing buttons randomly in the hopes that one of them could help their dire situation. He hit one button, and the connection piece keeping the sidecar attached to the hover vehicle snapped off, sending the side car into a free fall. Mikey quickly jumped out of it, extending the chain of his nunchaku up towards Leo.
"I got ya!" Leo called out, grabbing the chain.
Leo then pulled Mikey up back into the car,
"Thanks for the save bro." Mikey told him.
Just then, one of the blasts from the Triceratons hit one of the engines, causing the turtles to panic.
"Uh, might want to put those thanks on hold." Leo told him.
"We're going down!" Donnie yelled.
Everyone braced themselves as the hover car went down, colliding with several trees before crashing to the ground and skidding to a stop. Once the car came to a complete halt, everyone piled out onto the ground, groaning in pain and disorientation.
"Nice driving Don." Raph sarcastically complimented.
"Hey it could've been worse." Donnie told him.
"But they got away," Mikey reminded them. "And with the Professor."
"That doesn't mean we're just gonna stand here and sulk!" Leo declared. "Don said it himself, if the Triceratons get the Professors teleportal, countless innocents will suffer at their hands. I for one am not gonna let that happen!"
The others looked at each other a moment before stepping forward.
"Me neither." Raph voiced.
"We'll get the Professor back." Donnie agreed.
"Even if we have to take on an army of Triceratons to do it!" Mikey added. "Especially when we prefer not to!"
Just then, the sounds of gunfire filled the air, putting the turtles on full alert.
"What was that?" Raph asked.
"Fighting." Leo answered. "And lots of it."
"Think it's the Federation and the Triceratons?" Donnie posed.
"If it is, then the Professor's gotta be with them." Leo pieced together.
"Then why are we standin around like a bunch of wallflowers?" Raph asked. "Let's go!"
The turtles then bolted towards the direction the gunfire was coming from.
...
Not too far away, a massive battle between the Triceratons and the Federation was taking place, with some of the Triceratons carrying the Fugitoid inside a seemingly fortified bunker. He was brought inside just as the turtles showed up.
"Guys!" Mikey cried out. "Fugitoid, 12 o'clock!"
"No time for stealth!" Leo told them. "Let's just get out there and get our friend back!"
With that, the turtles charged out onto the battlefield. Dodging each blaster bolt and knocking down any soldier that got in their way. They could see the doors to the bunker beginning to slowly close, forcing them to pick up the pace.
"Guys, move it!" Donnie yelled.
Just as they doors were about to close, the turtles leapt up and jumped inside the rapidly vanishing opening, pulling through scant seconds before it slammed shut. The
turtles all let out a sigh of relief as they caught their breath.
"Whew." Mikey let out. "That was close."
"You said it Mikey." Leo agreed, putting away his swords. "Come on, let's find the Professor and get out of here."
The turtles began to move deeper into the bunker, only to be suddenly thrown off their feet by an unexpected earthquake.
"What the shell?" Raph let out.
"Guys," Donnie spoke. "I don't think this bunker is a bunker at all."
All off a sudden, an unbelievable pressure forced them against the ground as the rumbling became harder and harder. Mikey, who had been pushed onto his back, could feel the pressure rippling his lips in a strange manner.
"I see why dogs enjoy this sensation!" he shouted over the deafening noise and unceasing rumbling.
For several minutes, the turtles couldn't so much as twitch, then, just as suddenly as it began, the rumbling ceased, and with it, the unbearable pressure. The turtles were once again able to move, but more than that, they found themselves floating about the bunker as if they were weightless.
"Whoa," Mikey let out. "I think the Triceratons forgot to… wait, I already made that joke, give me a minute, I'll think of something else."
"Just as I thought." Donnie confirmed. "We're in a spaceship.
"A spaceship to where?" Raph asked.
"Presumably the Triceraton home world." Donnie replied.
"Uh, guys?" Leo began. "I just thought of something. If this is a ship, then shouldn't there be some sort of artificial gravity?"
"Perhaps in more essential parts of the ship, but we're most likely in some sort of loading bay." Donnie remarked. "To be real honest, I'm surprised we're getting a steady air flow."
"Yeah… about that." Raph remarked, glancing over at a panel along the wall. "I don't think we are. This thing's got a bar on it slowly moving into the red zone."
"In that case, save your breath!" Leo ordered. "We're gonna have a very short supply in a few moments."
As if to prove him right, an alarm began blaring as a hole began to open on the roof of the cargo bay. The air began pouring out, dragging with it anything that was not tied down.
"That can't be good." Mikey noted.
Thankfully for the turtles, a large container was forced up against the hole by the immense air pressure, and as it crumbled to fit the hole, the vacuum of space was sealed off from them once more. Unfortunately, by the time this occurred, all of the oxygen had been practically used up. The turtles began to choke, feeling as if they were being suffocated. Spots danced along their vision as they attempted to hold what little breath they had left, but their prospects were looking grim, possibly fatal.