This is most likely going to be the last chapter until the tenth or eleventh. I am so ticked because I'll be on vacation when Booyaka-showdown airs. :( :( :( Grrrrr…. Oh well, maybe the hotel TV will have Nickelodeon.

Galbatorix stood up and shook his head, groaning. Beside him, Shruikan flapped his crumpled wings, sitting in a crater of smoking grass and dirt. Galbatorix wobbled over to Shruiken, healing him with a spell. "What is this place?" Shruikan growled, baring his teeth at his surroundings.

"I do not know, Shruikan." Galbatorix said, looking around, "But wherever we are, that blasted Eragon and his dragon are here as well. We must find them and end them once and for all."

Galbatorix would've continued to rant and rave, but Shruikan stopped him, saying "Look. What is that?" Galbatorix turned to look where his dragon was pointing. A humanoid creature in a black suit cautiously approached the two, a sword drawn. A symbol, a red footprint within a red ring, adorned the creature's body. It had strange red eyes that resembled that of a fly.

"What is it that you desire, heathen?" Galbatorix asked menacingly, laying his hand on Vrangr's hilt.

Shruikan snarled, showing his fangs in a way that plainly said, "I am more than willing to rip your flesh off your body." The Foot ninja turned tail and ran.

"After him!" Galbatorix cried, leaping onto Shruikan's back, "Finish the coward!" In response, Shruikan roared and took off after the man.

The Foot ninja proved to be much sneakier and cleverer than Galbatorix expected. He would lose sight of him, and then Shruikan would see his heat signature in the distance and rush off again. The process repeated over and over again until finally they burst out of the forest and rushed into the streets of New York. Early dawn light glistened off Shruikan's scales, making them shine like a thousand precious opals. Citizens pointed and shouted as the dragon and his Rider plunged down the streets, Shruikan barely fitting between the buildings. Car alarms screamed as Shruikan crushed vehicles. Camera flashed spotted his vision as nearby people snapped photos with their phones, pressing their backs against buildings, trying their hardest not to get crushed. The Foot Ninja sprinted away from the dragon, nearly getting smashed countless times. Suddenly, the man turned right, loping into a large warehouse. Shruikan screeched to a halt, ramming into a brick building. Several screaming people ran out the doors and scattered like ants from an anthill. Galbatorix jumped off Shruikan and followed the man inside. He sprinted on with unwavering endurance, twisting and turning with Galbatorix trailing behind him. Finally, the man burst through a set of doors and came stumbling into the "throne room" of the Shredder. "I am fed up with you, creature!" Galbatorix shouted, holding up his hand with the gedway ignasia. He called out a few words in the ancient language, and the man levitated over to him, scrabbling at his throat as if he were wearing a collar. "Tell me." Galbatorix said in a sickly sweet voice, "Who are you and who are you working for?" The Foot ninja didn't speak, but pointed to the man atop the "throne". The Shredder stood up and stalked over to Galbatorix. "Dauth.", Galbatorix whispered, throwing the ninja's lifeless body aside.

"Greetings." Shredder growled, towering over Galbatorix, "I am the Shredder. And who do I have the….PLEASURE, of meeting?"

"I am King Galbatorix." Galbatorix declared proudly, "But where is this place? I have never been to this part of my domain. Is it within the Hadarac? Surda, perhaps?"

"What riddles do you speak, you blubbering, amnesiac fool?" Shredder said, "You are within New York City. This is MY domain."

Galbatorix smirked and said, "Forgive me, but I thought that I was the king of Alagaesia, not you. I do not know what petty government you have established here, but I am here now, so you may resign from your duties."

The Shredder stared angrily at Galbatorix. "Alagaesia?!" he exclaimed, "What are these stupid tales?! You are within New York City, within New York, with the United States of America. YOU are within MY domain! YOU are the one with the petty government! YOU are the one who would need to resign IF you even held the SLIGHTEST position of authority!"

"New York City?" Galbatorix said confusedly, "New York? The United States of America? These places are not within the realm of Alagaesia. That portal must have been wired into another dimension, not another Alagaesian territory!"

The Shredder's eye's softened ever so slightly. "You were brought here by a portal? How so?" he asked.

"A simple incantation, combined with the energy of hundreds upon hundreds of Eldunari." Galbatorix replied, "I had to escape. The fiend Eragon nearly killed me. But now he is here as well. Possibly, just possibly, you could be of help to me."

"I do not help anyone but myself." The Shredder said, turning around.

"But wait!" Galbatorix cried, "I can help you!"

The Shredder froze mid-step; "How?" he growled.

Galbatorix walked up to him, grinning maliciously. He said, "How would you like to be able to harness the destructive power of a dragon?"

"A dragon?! That is not possible! They do not exist!" The Shredder exclaimed.

"Maybe not in this world," Galbatorix said, "but in mine…." "Shruikan!" he called mentally. In response, the dragon burst through the left wall, shaking bits of glass off of him. The Shredder stared in awe at the large creature, folding up its crumpled wings. "Yes, Shruikan's power could be yours for the taking…." Galbatorix said, strolling up to the dragon, "In exchange for one thing."

"What is it you desire, Galbatorix?" the Shredder asked, taken aback by the fact that this buffoon of a man had a mythical dragon at his beck and call.

"Your little men," Galbatorix asked, "They are skilled? They can manage the simple task of espionage?" "You underestimate them." The Shredder decreed, "They can perform too much higher standards."

"Very good. Now, what percentile of them are sorcerers?" Galbatorix inquired.

"I am afraid none of them are." The Shredder said, "The only magicians native to this land are con men and can perform nothing more than simple party tricks."

"Oh dear." Galbatorix said, "That will not do at all. There is a chance that a fragment of your men might be taught a few spells, but without a few sorcerers or wizards, this may become much more difficult than it needs to be."

"My ninja are skilled in areas that your sorcerers are not." The Shredder said, practically begging to get his hands on Shruikan, "Name their task. They are sure to succeed."

Galbatorix saw the desperate greed in the Shredder's eyes. As long as this man knew that he, Galbatorix, controlled Shruikan, he was putty in Galbatorix's hands. "Your men, ninja you call them, shall be sent to find intelligence on the whereabouts of my nemesis, Eragon Shadeslayer and his accursed dragon, Saphira." Galbatorix said, "And to gather an army for his defeat. Then, and only then, Shruikan's power shall be yours."

The Shredder chuckled nervously. "Another dragon?!" he thought, "The Foot does not stand a chance!" "The simplest of tasks." Shredder said, masking his fear.

"Very well then. Do we have a deal?" Galbatorix asked.

The Shredder hesitated, thinking about what this man would do to him if he failed. Then he laid eyes on the enormous dragon standing before him. "Hamato Yoshi and the turtles would have no chance against that beast." He thought. "We have a deal." He said.

So, what do you people think of the Galbatorix/Shredder team-up? I considered the Kraang, but I figured that Galbatorix's main goal would be to kill Eragon and the turtles when they help him, and who wants the turtles dead more than Shredder? Also, I had a lot of ideas from missylynn99. You're the best! :)