My name is Professor Zayton Honeycutt, or at least it was. These days, I am mostly known as a Fugitoid, on the run from the Federation Army. They want the plans for my Teleportal device, plans I refuse to let them take from me. I have been on the run for some time now, but thankfully I came across an unlikely group of allies; four adolescent alien warrior terrapins that have agreed to help me in exchange for me sending them back to their home planet.
We were in the middle of securing transport off world before we were accosted by Triceratons. In the confusion, I was Robo-napped and brought aboard one of their vessels. My friends have no doubt done what they can to try and save me, but I can only hope I have not inadvertently lead them to their doom.
...
On board the ship, Professor Honeycutt was brought to the bridge by two Triceratons. He glanced around nervously before his robotic eyes focused on Mozar at the head of ship, looking out at the vastness of space through the window of the ship.
"Ah Professor Honeycutt." Mozar greeted turning to face him. "Welcome aboard, I am Commander Mozar. My superior has been anxious to meet you."
"Has he now?" Fugitoid asked coyly. "Well it's nice to know I'm popular."
"Indeed." Mozar agreed.
"Sir," A voice called out on communications. "We detected a breach in the hull of the cargo bay."
"Well check it out!" Mozar called back. "I don't want even a piece of inventory missing when we reach the home world."
"Yes sir!"
"We have a few Trigons before we reach the home world." Mozar said, turning back to Fugitoid. "In the meantime Professor, perhaps we should get to know each other more."
…
Down in the cargo bay, two Triceratons entered, more than a bit put off by the amount of carnage there was. Glancing up at the top of the hull, the two could see the crushed remains of the cabinet keeping the cargo bay sealed.
"The Prime Leader is not going to be pleased when he learns about this." One muttered.
"Look!" the other called out.
The two turned to see the turtles in meditation positions and sitting as still as stones.
"The terrapin creatures." The first gasped. "Still alive?!"
"Alert Commander Mozar!" The second one told him. "And get some atmosphere converters!"
The first one nodded before running off.
…
After several minutes of being transported and manhandled by the Triceratons, the turtles were eventually locked in a small cell before being left alone. There was about another minute before Donnie finally decided to move. He opened his eyes, then slowly sat up from where his alien jailor had tossed him. The first thing he did was examine the device currently attached to his belt. It was quite similar to the atmosphere converter that he had salvaged from the Kraang during their misadventure in Dimension X, only much more high-tech.
"Guys." he called out.
The others finally broke their trance as they got a look around their new surroundings.
"Well… this is another fine mess we've found ourselves in." Leo commented.
"Hey, at least we're alive." Mikey reminded.
"Hey Don, why do we have your stupid rebreathers in our mouths?" Raph questioned, thumbing the straw dangling from the corner of his mouth.
"They're not mine." Donnie told him. "I think the Triceratons gave them to us."
"Why?" Mikey asked pulling his out. "We're out of danger and-"
Before he could finish, he began choking on the air he attempted to breath. Leo moved like lightning, shoving the straw back into Mikey's mouth.
"Ok…" Mikey spoke, taking several heavy breaths. "That was dumb."
They soon heard a cruel chuckling emanating from the cell door. They turned to see a Triceraton standing over them.
"You fools." he taunted. "We Triceratons don't breathe your oxygen. Our atmosphere is a hearty mixture of nitrogen and sulfur."
"And you didn't think to tell me before I nearly killed myself?!" Mikey let out.
"I was curious to see how you'd react." he replied. "Frankly I'm surprised you're still alive at all after being in the cargo bay for so long."
"It's a technique called Qigong, internal breathing." Leo explained. "Our ninja training allows us to slow our heart rate and breath for extended periods of time."
"Must be easy for you horn heads." Raph taunted. "Your brains don't seem to use any air at all.
"Insolent whelp!" he cried out, aiming his blaster at him.
"Enough!" The Triceraton in the cockpit called back. "You know Commander Mozar wants them alive."
The Triceraton snarled angrily, then turned his back to the turtles to resume his post. The turtles then turned to each other grinning.
"Fellas," Raph spoke. "I got a plan."
As the Triceraton kept watch, he felt something continue to lift his tail and drop it. He turned around to see Mikey grabbing his tail through the bars. The orange turtle looked up in surprise.
"Oh, is this yours?" Mikey asked innocently.
"Why you," the Triceraton let out reaching a hand out towards him.
Leo and Raph seized the opportunity and grabbed the Triceratons hand, slamming him against the bars. Donnie then reached for his belt and grabbed a key card off it.
"All too easy." Raph remarked as Donnie used the key card to open the door.
Once the door was open, the turtles tossed the Triceraton into the cell and sealed him inside. Raph grabbed his blaster before the four made it up to the cockpit.
"Alright horn head." Raph spoke, aiming his blaster at the Triceraton. "Take us to where you're holding the Professor, or you'll be looking for a new head."
"I'd listen to him if I were you." Leo warned. "He can get pretty cranky when he doesn't get what he wants."
"Alright, alright." The Triceraton replied. "Just take it easy."
Unbeknownst to the turtles, the Triceraton slowly moved his hand towards one of the buttons hidden on the underside of the control console. With one push, electric circuits on the turtles' atmosphere converters them all. The turtles dropped to the ground, semi-conscious and writhing in pain.
"Nice try, offworlders." he remarked.
…
With the Fugitoid, he was finally transported to the home world, which looked like a cone shaped fragment of a planet than an actual planet. The outside of it was decorated with smaller versions of the home world attached to it with metal claws. The Professor was brought to a throne room where a Triceraton in regal armor and a purple cape sat in anticipation.
"Prime Leader Zanramon," Mozar spoke. "I present you with Professor Zayton Honeycutt."
"Excellent." Zanramon replied, rising from his throne. "Welcome Professor."
"Zanramon." Honeycutt let out. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"No need for hostility Professor." Zanramon countered, walking towards him. "Why, if it weren't for the fine work of my commander and his men, you'd be in the process of being dissected by Blanque and his Federation flunkies."
"Then why does it feel like I've traded one prison for another?" Fugitoid asked.
"Prison?" Zanramon repeated shocked. "Far from it. I seek not to enslave you, but to present you with an offer."
Fugitoid raised a pixelated eyebrow at that.
"What kind of offer?" he asked.
"Simply this," Zanramon addressed. "If you agree to work with me and build your teleportation device, I will make you an official citizen of the Triceraton Republic. You would have the most advanced laboratories, unlimited funding and resources for your experiments. You wouldn't only be accepted, but celebrated as one of the greatest scientific minds of our time."
Zanramon looked down at him grinning.
"What do you say?" he asked.
"While your offer is indeed an enticing one, I cannot, and will not, build my teleportal." The Fugitoid replied.
"You insufferable little tin can! I'll-"
He quickly caught himself before continuing.
"Pardon," he apologized. "Sometimes I get too excited. You're certain there's nothing that can change your mind?"
"I am 100% positive." The Fugitoid replied without a moment's hesitation.
"Mozar," Zanramon spoke again. "What is the status of the four terrapin stowaways you found in the cargo bay of your ship?"
"We had them detained in the brig, but apparently they attempted to escape." Mozar explained. "Of course, they were immediately subdued and recaptured."
"What?!" Fugitoid let out.
"Shall we proceed with transporting them to Incarceron?" Mozar asked.
Zanramon stroked his chin for a moment.
"We can't risk it." he replied. "If this is what they can do in transport, imagine what they'll do to the prison."
Suddenly, Zanramon perked up.
"I have a better idea." He continued. "Take them to the Tri-sports arena. If these Terrapins insist on having a fighting spirit, we might as well make sport out of it."
"Yes sir." Mozar replied before heading out.
"You cannot do this!" The Professor protested. "The terrapin creatures are innocent!"
"This is a valid point." Zanramon admitted. "If only there were something you could do to save them."
Fugitoid looked down in dismay, wondering what would be the right thing to do.
…
Meanwhile, the turtles were being transported to one of the smaller tri-bases. They all looked out the window to see a large arena inside with stands full of spectators. Inside the arena itself, a match was taking place between a Triceraton with an axe, and a smaller alien opponent. The Triceraton had the alien pinned to the ground as he brought his axe down. The turtles grimaced in horror.
"I think we were better off with the prison." Donnie lamented.
"I think we were better off with the vacuum of space." Mikey gulped.
…
After being taken down, the turtles were all shoved into a stone holding area. Raph tried to charge the door, just as it sealed shut.
"Let us out of here dino breath!" Raph cried out.
"Save it Raph." Donnie said, knocking his fist against the wall. "This place is solid stone. No way we're getting out of here."
"There has to be some way out." Leo insisted.
As they were looking around, Mikey found an opening near the ceiling.
"How about there!" Mikey called out, pointing towards it.
"It's worth a try." Leo agreed.
"D, give me a boost." Mikey told him.
Donnie crouched down as Mikey got onto his shoulders. Slowly but surely, Donnie stood up, giving Mikey the height he desired.
"A little to the left…" Mikey instructed. "A little more…"
With a little maneuvering, Donnie got Mikey neared the opening. Mikey tried grabbing one of the bars, but only received several volts of electricity coursing through both his and Donnie's systems. The purple turtle lost his balance due to the shock and he and Mikey fell to the ground.
"I… am getting really tired… of being ELECTROCUTED! Donnie shared.
"Save your breath young ones." a new voice told them, causing the turtles to jump. "There is no escape from the tri-sports arena."
The turtles looked around to try and find the source of this mysterious voice.
"Who's there?" Leo asked.
"A lonely prisoner such as yourselves." the voice answered. "Merely numbering the days until my final battle in the arena."
The turtles turned towards the wall Mikey tried to climb. It was clear that this voice was coming from the cell right next to theirs.
"How long have you been here?" Mikey asked, leaning next to the wall.
"Long enough." he replied.
"Any idea what we can expect from this place?" Raph asked.
"Fresh meat always fights the Spasmosaur." he told them. "You will meet a quick and painful end."
"Well that's encouraging." Donnie remarked.
With that, the doors to their cell opened up, revealing some Triceraton guards waiting for them.
"Prisoners, prepare yourselves." One of the guards declared.
"Good luck, warriors." the adjacent prisoner told them. "You'll need it."
"Thanks dude." Mikey replied. "BTW, what's your name?"
"They call me...Zeno."
…
Welcome one and all to the Triceraton games in the beautiful tri-sports arena! I'm your host Raz and joining me as always is my co-host Zed. We have quite a line-up for you folks tonight, don't we Zed?
Sure do Raz. Our first event of the day brings us some new meat. For the first time anywhere: the adolescent alien warrior terrapins!
From one end of the arena, a large bay door slowly lifted up, and the four turtles were shoved out into the arena. They were left without their weapons, and a quick glance around the arena made it clear that they had no chance of fashioning themselves any either.
"Well ain't this a lovely situation?" Raph jeered.
"Hey, who knows?" Mikey asked. "Maybe this Spasmosaur won't be so bad."
As for their opponent, we have the fan favorite. You know it, they fear it, and we all love it! The Spasmosaur!
Another bay door started opening up, revealing a huge, purple monster. It didn't appear to have any eyes, but it did have several long tentacles that whipped and thrashed around wildly. It let out an ear-splitting howl, revealing rows of jagged, sharp teeth.
"You were saying?" Raph asked.
"Call me crazy, but I think I actually miss the Shredder right about now." Mikey lamented.
"They expect us to fight that thing?" Donnie asked.
"I think they expect us to die fighting that thing." Leo answered.
"Yeah, well I ain't going out without busting a few fangs on that thing first." Raph said, stepping forward and cracking his knuckles.
"Then let's give them a show." Leo declared as they all ran forward.
With uncanny synchronicity, the turtles leapt onto their hands and sprung forward, hoping to kick the creature in the face. Unfortunately, the Spasmosaur slapped Mikey and Donnie aside and grabbed hold of Raph and Leo. Donnie quickly shook off the feelings of impact and got back to his feet, running towards the thing with a fist drawn back. However, the Spasmosaur grabbed his fist and raised him into the air before slamming him on the ground. It then brought Raph closer to its mouth, attempting to eat him. Fortunately, Raph propped himself against the creatures jaw with his teeth, preventing him from going in. Mikey finally got up and saw what was happening. Thinking fast, Mikey ran up the backside of the creature and leapt into the air intending to do a dropkick on it.
"Booyakasha!" Mikey let out.
The impact caused the creature to release Raph so its attention could be diverted towards Mikey. Raph seized the opportunity to grab hold of one of the creature's tentacles and pull with all his might, seemingly trying to pull it off. The creature just whipped him aside, causing Raph to tumble across the ground. Donnie regained his senses again and pulled himself free of the tentacle holding him. He then delivered a hard kick to the tentacle holding Leo, freeing him as well. The turtles then all leapt off and reconvened together to try and come up with a plan.
"How the shell to we fight this thing?" Raph asked.
"Right?" Donnie agreed. "Its elasticity is incredibly resilient."
"Yeah, and it's really rubbery too." Mikey added.
As Leo looked around the stadium, he saw a giant statue of Prime Leader Zanramon in the corner of the arena. Suddenly, an idea popped into his head, and a pretty damn good one too.
"Guys, I have a plan." He told them. "We need to make a break for that corner."
"Run away?" Raph asked. "Are you pulling my shell?"
"Call it a tactical retreat." Leo told him.
Just then one of the Spasmosaur's tentacles whipped out, knocking Raph back a ways.
"Retreat huh?" Raph repeated getting back up. "I can live with that."
With that, the turtles made a break for it, with the Spasmosaur following in hot pursuit.
Wow! Look at that thing go! I didn't know the Spasmosaur could move that fast!
I didn't think the Spasmosaur could move at all Raz.
"So now we're running." Mikey pointed out. "Is there a second part to your plan?!"
"Yes." Leo confirmed. "Be ready to move on the count of 'jump'."
The others raised an eyebrow at their brother's choice of words as they quickly approached the corner of the arena.
"Jump!" Leo yelled.
The turtles then jumped onto the corner and bounced off, causing the Spasmosaur to collide with the wall head on. The entire arena seemed to shake from the force of the blow, and the large statue of Prime Leader Zanramon began to sway precariously. Finally, the statue fell on top of the Spasmosaur, crushing it against its weight as the turtles landed on the ground. The act caused a massive uproar of cheers among the spectators.
I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it!
You said it Zed! These off worlders managed to slay the Spasmosaur! No one has been able to accomplish that!
It seems we have some new fan favorites here today!
The crowds erupted with cheers for the turtles. The turtles were surprised by this, but accepting of it nonetheless. Of course, no one was enjoying it more than Michelangelo.
"Alright!" he cried out. "Thank you! Thank you! We love you! Thank you! Tha-"
Leo quickly cut him off by placing his hand over his mouth.
"And thank you Michelangelo." Leo replied. "Knock it off before you make a complete fool of yourself."
"Sorry." Mikey replied muffled.
…
Back in Zanramon's throne room, he and the Fugitoid were watching the event. Seeing the turtles come out triumphant was a most welcome relief for the Professor, but to the Prime Leader, it was a complete and utter shock.
"As my colleagues like to say, Booyakasha!" The Professor let out.
"An impressive feat, I must concede." Zanramon admitted. "But the Spasmosaur was just a mindless beast. I do wonder how your friends would fair against a true gladiator."
With Zanramon started walking off, shuffling Fugitoid along with him.
"Come Professor." he told him. "I think this next match is something you'll want to see in person."
…
After the match, the turtles were unceremoniously shoved back inside their cell. They recovered, Raph glaring at the door.
"When we get out of this, I am going to beat those dinosaurs back to the Stone Age!" Raph exclaimed.
"You survived." Zeno noted. "You should be commended. Fending off the Spasmosaur is a feat very few can claim."
"Thanks." Mikey replied. "So, what are you in here for?"
"I am a traitor to the Triceraton Republic." Zeno told them.
"Really?" Leo asked, crouching on the wall near his cell. "Why?"
"I was once a decorated Triceraton officer," he recalled. "But I disapproved of the procurement of certain weapons of mass destruction the Prime Leader was determined to use. I spoke out against him, and for my actions I was sent down here."
"That's terrible." Donnie lamented.
"It matters little anymore." Zeno lamented. "The honor the Triceraton Republic once held dear has long since been snuffed out. Those who believed in those ideals are now dead or too scared to do anything about it."
"Then they need to know that they are not alone." Leo remarked, "They need to know that there are others out there willing to stand up for what's right."
"That is a wonderful dream." Zeno replied. "If only it were so."
Just then, the door to their cell slid open as the guards returned.
"You're up again, aliens." the guard declared. "Out."
"Already?" Leo questioned.
"They're certainly not wasting any time." Raph remarked.
"I fear I know who you are fighting next, turtles." Zeno informed them. "Fight with honor and you will find glory."
"Always do, always will." Leo replied.
"See ya Zeno." Mikey called back. "Good luck getting out of here."
"Thank you, my friend." Zeno replied as his own cell door opened up. "I might need it."
…
The turtles made their way through the hallway towards the entrance to the arena.
"I don't suppose it would be too much to ask for our weapons back?" Raph asked.
"Weapons?" the guard scoffed. "Why prolong the inevitable?"
"Kaaaaaay," Mikey replied sarcastically. "It's your execution."
The guard raised an eyebrow at that.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Nothing, I was just under the impression that the Prime Leader wanted some big show." Mikey told him. "Guess I was wrong. If he wants it quick and boring, that's fine with me."
The guard growled in response.
"Fine!" he let out, walking towards one of the weapons walls. "It won't make that much of a difference anyway."
The guard returned and dumped out the turtles weapons onto the ground. The four of them were each quick to reclaim their respective weapons. Mikey then looked around as if something was missing.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" He asked.
"I don't know what you're-"
The green stick." Mikey told him.
The guard rolled his eyes before grabbing Splinter's walking stick off the wall and tossing it to him.
"Here." he told them. "I doubt it will do you much good."
Mikey clutched the stick before sticking in on the back of his shell.
"No way I'm leaving without this." Mikey said, patting the stick.
"Nice work Mikey." Leo complimented.
"What can I say?" Mikey replied. "I have a natural talent for getting under people's skin."
Raph remarked.
…
Eventually, Zanramon and Fugitoid made their way to the royal box, where Zanramon took his seat. The Professor looked around the arena, a sinking feeling coursing through his circuits.
"Citizens of the Triceraton Republic!" Zanramon addressed. "It is my esteemed pleasure to introduce today's main event! As most of you are no doubt aware, we have some new off world combatants in our ranks."
The crowd erupted in applause at the mention of the turtles. Zanramon held up a hand, signifying silence from the crowd.
"Yes, yes, they are incredible." Zanramon continued. "While they were able to vanquish the Spasmosaur, their true metal has yet to be tested! So allow me to welcome, the Terrapin Warriors!"
The bay door opened up and turtles went out. Once they were out in the arena, they drew their weapons, ready for whatever threat they'd have to face next.
"So what do you think they'll make us fight this time?" Mikey asked.
"And their opponent," Zanramon proceeded. "He is a fan favorite in the games. His skill is incomparable. His ferocity is unmatched! My friends, it is my esteemed honor to introduce, the mighty, the unconquerable, ZENO!"
The turtles went wide eyed at the sound of that name.
"Dudes, did he say-" Mikey started to ask.
Just then, the doors across from them started to open up. From them, came out a large, muscular Triceraton dressed in gladiator garb and wielding a large hammer. He struck the hammer onto the ground and let out a massive roar into the air, causing much cheering from the audience.
"That's Zeno?!" Mikey squeaked. "He's huge!"
"Forgive me my friends." Zeno apologized. "I did not mean to deceive you. But now we must face each other in glorious battle. May you meet your end with honor."
With that, Zeno raised his hammer and tried to bring it down on the turtles, causing them to scatter. Donnie ran back towards him and tried striking him with his staff. With every strike however, Zeno was able to block it. He tried bringing down his hammer again, but Don just jumped on top of is and struck him across the face with his staff. Zeno replied by swatting Donnie away with his free hand, knocking him across the stadium.
Mikey spun his Nunchucks wildly as he ran towards Zeno. He leapt into the air and attempted to kick him in the face. Unfortunately, Zeno caught Mikey's leg and slammed him into the ground. He then used his hammer to knock Mikey across the arena and right into Donnie.
Raph went up next as Zeno turned to face him. As Zeno brought his hammer down, Raph jumped into the air and caught it in his sai as he kicked him in the face. Zeno stepped back a bit in pain as he dropped his weapon. Raph took the opportunity to run up and deliver several blows to him using his sai and elbow.
"You are honorable warriors." Zeno commended. "Perhaps I will be merciful and merely cut off a limb or two."
"Don't! Do! Me! Any! Favors!" Raph replied before striking Zeno across the face.
Zeno stumbled back a bit before bringing his hands together and knocking Raph back into Donnie and Mikey. Leo came up and tried swinging his swords at him. With each strike, Zeno backed away, barely avoiding them. Leo then leapt into the air and kicked Zeno in the face. As he landed, he swung both his swords at him, only for them to be grabbed by Zeno. He then threw Leo across the field and right into his brothers, causing them to all lump together into a pile. The turtles all slowly got to their feet as Zeno stood over them
"Zeno please!" Mikey pleaded. "You can't do this!"
"I am sorry." Zeno lamented.
"Zeno," Leo spoke. "I know things seem hopeless for you, but there are those out there who believe in the ideals of honor and justice. You say they're scared, well give them reason not to be. Give them a reason for them to fight! On our world we have a saying; 'evil wins when good people do nothing'. And I'm sorry to say, nothing is what you're doing now."
Zeno was taken aback by this.
"If you really believe that honor should return to this corrupt race, then stand and fight back! But if not,"
Leo then tossed down his swords. The others followed suit and threw down their weapons as well.
"Then do what you feel you have to."
Zeno looked down at the display before him. Then he looked up to the royal box, where Zanramon and Fugitoid were still watching.
"Last chance Professor." Zanramon told him. "Build my teleportal, or your friends will perish this day!"
"I will never build it." The Professor declared, determined to keep his word. "Never."
"So be it." Zanramon replied.
He then gave Zeno a thumbs down, signifying death. Zeno then raised his hammer overhead, causing the turtles to brace themselves. Suddenly, Zeno threw his hammer threw the air, right at Zanramon, causing the Prime Leader to duck. The hammer decimated his throne, leaving it nothing but stone and dust.
"What," he let out before turning to Zeno. "What treachery is this?!"
"I am through living this charade!" Zeno cried out. "I am threw battling for your amusement while innocent beings suffer, both Triceraton and off worlders alike! We Triceratons were once honorable warriors, but you would use weapons like the Heart of Darkness and have us battle like some cowardly Kraang!"
That last statement caused massive gasps from the crowd and made Zanramon boil over with fury.
"Guards seize him!" he ordered. "And send in the All-stars for the turtles. We might as well still have a show of all this."
Just then, several Triceraton guards armed with electro-whips came out and wrapped their whips around Zeno, causing him to cry out in pain.
"Zeno!" Mikey cried out as the turtles tried to run out towards him.
Unfortunately, their path was stopped by some scattered blaster fire from the guards as they carted Zeno off. Just then, another door opened up, revealing four more Triceratons dressed in similar armor to Zeno and armed with swords, a spear, a kusarigama, and a three piece nunchaku.
What a treat folks, Monza ram and his All-Star Triceratons are some of the fiercest warriors in the Tri-Sports Arena
That's for sure Raz. They're the only ones to ever come close to Zeno's prowess on the battlefield.
These off worlders are gonna have a rough time here.
"Well, out of the frying pan." Donnie remarked.
"And into the fire." Raph finished.
"What do we do now?" Mikey asked.
"What we always do." Leo answered. "We kick some shell!"
With that, the turtles charged forward towards the Triceraton gladiators. The bail sword wielding Triceraton took a swing at Leo, but he quickly jumped over the blades. As Leo landed, he quickly spun around and blocked the bail swords with his own. The two continued clashing blades with continued speed and ferocity. As they locked weapons, Leo aimed one of his blades down to the ground. Leo then pulled his sword free, hitting the Triceraton in the chin with the hilt of his blade. As the Triceraton stumbled back, Leo leapt into the air and kicked him in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Raph duked it out with the Triceraton wielding a kusarigama, blocking the chain with his sai on every strike. Finally, the Triceraton managed to wrap his chain around Raph and pulled him in close. Raph wasted no time kicking the Triceraton in the chest as he came in close. He freed himself from the chain as he landed and the Triceraton fell to the ground.
Donnie got to his knees and slid under the Triceratons spear as he ran up to him. Donnie then got to his feet and spun his staff around towards him, only for the Triceraton to block his strike. The two shoved off before the Triceraton charged at Donnie and tried to swing at him again, but Donnie just leapt into the air to avoid it. He then activated the blade end of his staff to slice off the spearhead of his weapon before landing on the ground and smacking him across the face.
Mikey kept dancing around the strikes of the Triceraton's three piece.
"You call that Nunchuck skills?" Mikey taunted spinning his weapon. "This is Nunchuck skill!"
Mikey then wrapped his nunchaku around the three piece and managed to fling it out his hands. He then leapt into the air, striking him in the face with his weapon multiple times before dropping to the ground. He then leapt into the air once more and kicked him in the face.
This is incredible! These out worlders fight like… like Triceratons
Let's move in closer to get a better look at the action.
As Donnie continued fighting, he looked up and saw a camera shuttle moving in closer. This gave him an idea.
"Mikey, slingshot me!" he cried out.
Mikey nodded and held his nunchaku in both hands. Donnie saw this and ran towards him. He jumped onto the chain and Mikey boosted him into the air. Donnie grabbed onto the ship and climbed up to the cockpit, where the co-hosts were sitting.
"Sorry boys, but your shows been cancelled!" Donnie taunted, pulling out his staff.
Donnie then knocked both hosts out of the ship so he could take control. He then piloted the ship down lower to the arena, where the others were waiting.
"Looks like Donnie's got our ride boys!" Leo observed.
"Aw yeah, we outie!" Mikey let out.
As Donnie brought the ship lower, the others leapt onto it as they flew off. As they continued flying, Mikey looked down and saw Fugitoid in the royal box.
"Dudes, there's Fugitoid!" Mikey pointed out.
"Donnie, takes us over there!" Leo instructed.
"You got it!" Donnie replied.
As Donnie tried to pilot the ship, several guards started shooting at their ship. One stray blaster bolt struck the ship, causing them to go down. Once they reached the box, the turtles bailed out before the ship crashed and exploded.
"Ah my friends!" Fugitoid let out. "So glad to see you are alright."
"You weren't worried were you Professor?" Donnie asked.
"Far from it, my friends." He replied. "I knew you would pull through."
Just then, several guards stormed into the box, with their weapons at the ready. Thinking fast, Leo stood in front of Zanramon and placed a blade against his throat.
"Drop your weapons!" Leo ordered. "Or you'll be looking for a new Prime Leader!"
"Oh boy," Mikey let out. "I just hope the people of this planet really like this Zanramon guy."