Oh hi, Donatello here. In a bit of a bind here and don't have a lot of time, so I'll just give you the highlights. For months now, Splinter has been missing. Up until recently, we assumed that he had perished at the hands of our arch nemesis; the Shredder. But through a mystic vision, we learned he was still alive somewhere. After undergoing individual Vision Quests to regain our confidence, we returned New York to find our Sensei, and save the city, which had fallen under the control of the Kraang. We tracked him down to the TCRI building. TCRI, being the same letters on the canister of Kraang mutagen that made us who we are today.
Before we could have the chance to save him though, we were transported to the other end of the galaxy, to the planet D'Hoonib. Beautiful technology, horrible people. Well except this one guy we met named Professor Zayton Honeycutt, AKA the Fugitoid. He's on the run because he has the plans for a massive teleportal device, which sounds like our ticket home, but he refuses to build it. Mostly because two waring alien races, the Federation and the Triceraton Republic, want to use the device for warfare purposes so they can rule the universe.
So to pick things up, we fought some soldiers, blew a few things up, got captured, thrown into these gladiatorial games, fought a Spasmosaur, met a friend, fought him too, took out some all-star combatants, and finally secured our escape by taking the Prime Leader hostage.
And that about covers it. So, any questions?
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The entire Tri-Sports Arena was in an uproar. Not only had the games been thrown into disarray, but the Prime Leader was currently being held hostage by four off-worlders.
"Alright buddy," Raph said to the Prime Leader. "Why don't you be a nice hostage and tell your buddies to drop their weapons?"
Zanramon gulped, then slowly ushered for the guards to lower their weapons.
"Men, do what the terrapins said. Drop your weapons."
After a brief second of hesitation, the Triceratons tossed their weapons to the ground, their eyes never leaving Leo.
"That's more like it." Raph remarked, picking up one of the blasters. "Now, this place got a hanger bay around here? Any ships we can take?"
"The closest ship would be my personal cruiser." Zanramon answered. "It's docked in the hanger bay."
"Lead the way." Leo told him, still keeping the blade pointed at him.
Zanramon slowly started leading the turtles and the Fugitoid in the direction of the Hanger bay. Discreetly, he motioned his soldiers to follow him. They did so, maintaining a careful distance so as not to be spotted. Of course, their efforts were meaningless against the turtles.
"Leo, they're following us." Donnie hissed.
"I know Don." Leo replied. "Just keep going. The sooner we get to the hanger, the better."
Donnie nodded as the six of them continued into the building, hoping none of the Triceratons would be stupid enough to make a move on them while their precious leader was their 'guest'.
"Wait!" Mikey exclaimed. "I just remembered something. What about Zeno?"
Just then, a massive roar rang out in the arena. The turtles and Triceratons turned to see some guards being thrown through the doors. Out from those doors emerged Zeno, a little singed from the whips. But still standing strong. Some guards tried wrapping their whips around him again, but he just grabbed hold of them and pulled them in close, knocking them out as they came in close. As more Triceraton guards came in to try and subdue him, Zeno continued taking them out, one right after the other. The turtles watched this in amazement and pride.
"I think he can take care of himself Mikey." Leo reassured. "Come on, let's go."
With that, the turtles resumed moving out towards the hanger, hoping to find their much needed way home.
…
After some time, they finally made it to the hanger bay. There were several ships docked along the exit ramps, and the Prime Leader led them to a smaller ship near the end. At the sight of it, Mikey went wide eyed.
"Holy chalupa…" he let out, awestruck, "We're making our grand escape… in that?!"
"Yes indeed." The Professor confirmed. "The Prime Leader's personal space cruiser is one of the finest works of engineering in the entire Triceraton Republic."
"That… is… Awesomely Super Sensationalistic!"
"Escape first, geek out later!" Raph snapped.
"So what do we do once we get out of here?" Donnie asked. "I'm not well versed in Triceraton Engineering and even I can tell this thing doesn't have enough fuel to get us back to Earth."
Leo pondered for a moment.
"Professor, do you think you could build your teleportal with the parts of this ship?" He asked.
"I can certainly try." the professor answered. "However, in case this fails, I need you to do something for me, Leonardo."
"What's that Professor?" Leo asked.
"In the event that we fail and capture is imminent, I need you to ensure that the plans to the Teleportal device cannot fall into the hands of anyone." He told him. "I… I need you to destroy me."
"What?!" They all exclaimed.
"Professor I could never-" Leo tried to protest.
"The fate of the galaxy is far greater than any one man, or android." Fugitoid continued. "I am prepared to do whatever it takes to keep this information from falling into the wrong hands, so please, swear on your honor that when worst comes to worst, you'll do what is necessary."
Leo was taken aback. Admittedly he hadn't known the Fugitoid long, but he and his brothers had become good friends with him through it all. He didn't want to be the cause of his destruction, but he also knew he was right. Safeguarding the galaxy took precedence over any one life. So, he let out a breath of resignation before responding.
"I swear." Leo replied. "But I'm also gonna swear that I'm going to do everything in my power to keep that from happening."
"I expected nothing less." Fugitoid replied, smiling through his digital face. "Now let's get going."
"You expect me to just stand here while you fly off with my cruiser just so you can dissect it for parts?!" Zanramon exclaimed.
"Well I was thinking of shooting you out the nearest airlock." Raph taunted. "But since you've been such a good boy-"
Just then, another door opened up and a second platoon of soldiers let by Mozar entered.
"The terrapin creatures?!" he let out. "And they have the Prime Leader! Stop them!"
The soldiers then began opening fire on the turtles. Leo leapt out in front, deflecting the blasts with his swords as Raph laid down some returning fire.
"Tell your buddies to stand down!" Raph ordered.
"Stand down!" Zanramon commanded, stepping forward. "I order you to-"
Suddenly a stray blaster shot hit Zanramon in the arm, causing him to fall to the ground. In the back of the platoon, two Triceratons looked at each other nervously.
"You just shot the Prime Leader." one pointed out.
"I am so getting fragged for this." the second one lamented.
"I believe it is time to make our exit!" Fugitoid decided.
"Allonsey! Allonsey!" Mikey yelled in a panic as he, Donnie and Fugitoid made it up the ramp to the cruiser.
"What about our hostage?!" Raph asked still firing at the Triceratons.
"Leave him!" Leo told him. "Let's just go!"
With that, Leo and Raph ran up the ramp to join with the others. Back with Zanramon, some of the Triceratons rushed to his aid.
"Prime Leader, are you alright?" one of the soldiers asked. "Please forgive us."
"Just get me to a medic." Zanramon told him. "Stop those terrapins, and find the incompetent louse who shot me and execute him!"
The Triceraton who shot Zanramon quickly got wide eyed at this. He slowly put his gun on the floor and started discreetly backing away, hoping no one would notice his exit.
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Back with the turtles and the Fugitoid, they all piled into the bridge of the ship. To say they were impressed would be an understatement.
"Sweet." Mikey let out.
"Not bad." Raph admitted.
"I can't believe it." Donnie marveled. "We're actually going to take off in an alien spaceship!"
"Just like Space Heroes!" Leo exclaimed.
"Oh, 'now' he starts geeking out." Raph noted.
Seeing what looked like a captain's chair, Leo wasted no time leaping into it and assuming a position resembling his boyhood hero, Captain Ryan.
"Mr. Fugitoid, take us out!" he instructed in an over the top fashion. "Ludicrous speed."
"As you wish." Fugitoid replied, assuming control of the ship. "Fitting that my robot body has a pilot function."
"Yeah, all you're missing is a droid sidekick." Mikey joked.
"I am surrounded by nerds." Raph lamented face palming.
With a bit of work, Fugitoid was able to activate the engines, and the ship rocketed out of the hanger bay and out into space. Almost immediately, they were set upon by several fighters.
"Well no one said this was gonna be easy." Donnie commented, seeing the fighters appear on the ship's radar.
"This tubs gotta have weapons of some kind, right?" Raph asked.
"Activating them now." The Professor answered, hitting a few buttons.
A pair of controls began beeping, displaying holographic screens of the surrounding area. Mikey and Raph immediately took the controls. Two ships pulled alongside the cruiser, hoping to box the turtles in. Raph jammed his fingers on the fire button, reducing one ship to little more than space debris. Mikey did the same to his, cheering somewhat as he did.
"Too easy!" He declared.
"Don't get cocky, Mikey." Raph warned. "There's plenty more where those came from."
"Right." Mikey replied before realizing his brother's words. "Say, did you-"
"We are not going there Mikey!" Raph told him. "We're not!"
"Ok, ok." Mikey replied. "Geez, get shot at by an alien race and everyone loses their senses of humor."
Raph and Mikey continued shooting at the coming fighters. While they were doing so, Fugitoid was doing some rather fancy maneuvers, hoping to lose their bulkier pursuers. Unfortunately, in the vastness of space, there was very little that he could use as cover to avoid them.
Until the asteroid warning began flashing. They all looked up to see a cluster of asteroids waiting for them.
"That's not good." Donnie pointed out.
"Think you can maneuver through there, Professor?" Leo asked.
"Well I'm willing to try." Fugitoid replied, gripping the controls.
"Raph, Mikey, if you have seatbelts put them on!" Leo ordered. "Things are about to get crazy."
With that, Fugitoid went into the asteroid belt. He went up, down, left, right, and every other direction you could think up to keep himself and the turtles from getting smashed. The Triceraton fighters that dared to go in after them tried the same thing, to varying degrees of success. Quite a few were met with a fiery death at the hands of a stray asteroid, though a handful of lucky souls managed to continue their pursuit.
"Raph, see if you can get a bead on those guys." Leo commanded. "Get them off our tail!"
"You got it!" Raph replied.
Raph then aimed his gun at the pursing fighters when an asteroid came up beside them. Getting an idea, Raph shifted the aim towards the asteroid itself and blasted it to pieces. Those pieces flew out and punctured the hulls of the fighters pursuing them, causing them to fly out of control and crash into each other. Raph just grinned at his accomplishment.
"Woo!" He let out. "Now that's what I'm talking about."
After a bit more flying, the ship finally made to towards a clearing.
"Looks like we're coming out of the asteroid belt." Donnie observed.
"Hopefully the worst of it all is behind us." Fugitoid hoped.
As if to prove him wrong, a stray blast of laser fire succeeded in clipping the wing of the ship. The ship started to rumble and shake as they slowly descended.
"Then again I have been known to be wrong." Fugitoid admitted.
"Everyone brace yourselves!" Leo cried out.
Everyone grabbed on to the sturdiest thing they could find as the ship. The Fugitoid steered the ship as best he could, locking onto a large asteroid easily big enough to land on. He activated the landing gear, bringing the ship down for a very rough landing. The impact caused the turtles to lurch forward and Donnie to collide with the windshield.
"...ow." he let out before pulling his face off.
"Well that went well." Raph remarked picking himself up off the floor.
Leo groaned, rubbing his head.
"Professor, can you get this bird back in the air?" he questioned.
"I'm afraid not." he replied. "That blast severed the left wing, and the crash has no doubt done extensive damage to the engine."
"Then I guess you're building your portal here, Professor." Leo declared.
"Well it's as good a place as any I suppose." Fugitoid remarked. "Though we will need some room to work."
"What, like outside?" Raph asked. "In the airless vacuum of space?"
"This spacecraft should come equipped with space suits in case of emergencies." The Professor assured him.
"Then let's get those space suits and get to work." Leo declared.
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Donnie located the space suits quickly, passing them around to his four brothers. After putting them on, they came to realize they were a bit big on them, and the long section designed from a Triceraton's tail seemed to drag behind them and weigh them down.
"I'm guessing these are for a size large." Leo noted.
"Actually they're 'one size fits all', as the saying goes." Fugitoid explained. "These suits contain specialized servos woven into the fibers that allow it to adapt to any number of alien anatomies at the push of a button."
After looking on his suit for a bit, Donnie found a button on his right arm and pressed it. Instantly, the suit shrunk to fit his figure, and the tail seem to retract into the suit.
"Nice." Donnie complimented.
Leo and Raph saw this and pressed the same buttons on their suits, yielding the same results. When Mikey tried it however, nothing seemed to be happening. He kept pressing the button over and over, even hitting it with his fist, but still nothing happened.
"Hey, I think mine's broken!" Mikey complained.
"I see." Fugitoid observed. "Well you'll just have to make do then."
"What?" Mikey let out. "Can't you fix it or something?"
"We don't have time Michelangelo." Fugitoid told him. "If won't be long before the Triceratons descend upon this asteroid, and when they do, you will want to be long gone."
"Oh come on." Mikey complained. "Can't one of you guys trade with me?"
"Would you just go?" Raph told him, pushing him forward.
"Take whatever you need, but leave communications intact." Leo instructed. "I'll see if I can contact Mozar and stall for time."
Donnie and Fugitoid nodded as they got to work.
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Attempting to construct an alien teleportal device was tricky enough, but doing so in a zero-gravity environment was interesting to say the least. Donnie had Mikey constantly making sure parts and tools didn't end up floating away into the vastness of space, and the Fugitoid had to embed the device into the stone of the large asteroid to keep it somewhat stable.
Due to these unnatural conditions, construction was a slow and difficult process, much to the annoyance of a certain red turtle as he was welding off part of a wing.
"How much longer is this gonna take?!" Raph asked. "It's a wonder those dino-bums haven't stormed us yet."
"Constructing a large scale teleport machine would be hard enough under normal circumstances Raph." Donnie explained. "Combining that with the zero gravity at work here is only adding to our problems."
"I'm just glad the parts of the ship have been compatible to my needs so far." Fugitoid shared.
"You don't think that's too contrived do you?" Mikey asked.
"Mikey, do not question the Deus Ex Machinas." Donnie chastised. "You'll jinx us."
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Back on the ship, Leo was working to get in contact with Mozar. Finally, his communication got through.
"Ah, Commander Mozar." Leo greeted. "I am Leonardo of the planet Earth."
"I remember you terrapin." Mozar responded. "Surrender the Fugitoid to us now, and the Triceraton Republic might show you mercy."
"Um, of course…" Leo replied. "My compatriots and I would be more than happy to. With certain conditions of course."
"What kind of conditions?" Mozar asked with a raised eyebrow.
"First, we will need transportation to our home planet." Leo listed off. "Second, we will need assurances that the teleportal will not be used for military purposes. Third, we will also need assurances that Zanramon will not be attempting to pursue any vendetta against us for our actions in the Tri-sports arena onward."
"You must be out of your mind!" Mozar exclaimed.
"No, you're confusing me with my brother Michelangelo." Leo retorted. "I'm being completely honest and sane, and frankly, even if I wasn't you don't have much of a choice now, do you?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Mozar asked.
"The Professor's your only chance of getting the plans for the teleportal." Leo explained, leaning forward as he did. "If something were to happen to him, some that, hypothetically speaking of course, wiped his memory core, all plans would be lost. Then, you'd have to explain to Zanramon why you didn't take me up on my offer."
"You're bluffing." Mozar accused. "I've seen you and your allies in action. You don't have the guts to destroy Honeycutt."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't." Leo allowed. "But do you really want to take that chance?"
"I guess we'll just have to see who bluffs better." Mozar challenged.
"I don't hear you trying to cut me a deal." Leo countered.
"There will be no more negotiations." Mozar declared. "Either surrender the Fugitoid now or face annihilation. Your call."
Leo faltered for a second, then steeled himself, thinking about what Captain Ryan would do in his situation.
"No Mozar, it's yours." Leo said firmly. "You meet our demands, or I have the Fugitoid's processor fried into a crisp."
With that, Leo ended the transmission, sagging in his seat as he let out a long breath. After taking a second to compose himself, he made sure his suit was on properly before heading outside to check on the others' progress.
"We're running out of time guys!" Leo called out as he made it outside. "Please tell me you're almost done!"
"We're having to recalibrate the entire system for zero-gravity, and even with Honeycutt's robotic brain, the calculations are taking longer than expected." Donnie explained.
"Well you might want to speed things up a bit." Leo told him. "Mozar wasn't too fond of my demands and I'm pretty sure he'll have troops here any second!"
"That's a fair assumption." Mikey commented, pointing up.
The others looked up to see a group of fighters approaching the asteroid. All four turtles felt their hearts leap up into their throats as the fighters came in far greater numbers than before.
"Donnie…!" Leo let out, turning to his brother with a face of abject terror.
"Right, work faster." Donnie responded. "On it!"
Donnie and the Fugitoid began doubling their efforts. They began a swift motion of screwing and welding things into place, as well as programming in the right algorithms and codes. As they did this, an entire legion of Triceraton Ships began landing on the large asteroid, slowly boxing the five fugitives in.
"You wanna hurry up?!" Raph asked, arming his blaster.
"We're working AS FAST AS WE CAN!" Donnie yelled.
"Just a few more moments." Fugitoid reassured.
"Those are moments we don't have!" Mikey squealed.
Fugitoid continued making frantic keystrokes as the Triceratons exited their fighters. Finally, the device started powering up, much to Fugitoid and the turtle's delight."
"Eureka!" The Fugitoid cried. "Everyone inside the Teleportal immediately!"
The turtles wasted no time piling into the teleportal capsule. Light started shining all around them, signifying that it was working. The turtles braced themselves as they were about to get home at last.
Then, just as quickly as the lights began shining, they died, a high pitched whine slowly softening to a low tone, signifying the failure to fully power up.
"Uh… maybe we got sent to another asteroid surrounded by Triceratons?" Mikey suggested.
"I don't think so Mikey." Leo told him.
"I… I don't understand." Fugitoid let out. "How could it not work? All my calculations were spot on."
"Well, we did have to compensate for the unique environment." Donnie noted. "The calculations may not have been ready to handle such a problem."
"Doesn't really seem like we have time to figure it out." Raph commented as the Triceratons started opening fire on the capsule.
"Indeed not." The Fugitoid agreed, turning to Leonardo. "Do it."
"Professor-" Leo began to protest.
"There's no time to argue." Fugitoid interrupted. "If you don't destroy me now, this will fall into the hands of maniacs who will not hesitate to use it for their own diabolical purposes. You swore on your honor."
Leo sighed in resentment, knowing that the Fugitoid is right.
"Professor," Leo spoke pulling out a sword. "I-"
Just then, a large blue light surrounded him, his brothers, the Fugitoid, and a handful of Triceratons.
"What the shell?" Mikey let out.
"I don't understand." Fugitoid said, feeling very confused. "My teleportal didn't work."
"Well someone's did." Raph told him as his body started falling apart piece by piece.
"Aw man, not this again." Mikey lamented, recognizing what was happening to all of them.
"Let's just hope the next place we end up is better than the last one." Donnie spoke before his face came apart.
As the turtles, Fugitoid, and Triceratons broke down into pieces. Those pieces were then gathered up in a bright beam of blue light, shooting up into space and destroying the Professor's nonfunctioning Teleportal as it vanished.
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Wow! I have been on a roll with these chapters lately! Sorry this one's a little shorter than usual, but I hope you enjoy it regardless. Hope you all stay tuned for more.