Sorry such a short chapter took so long. I've been so busy lately!

Raph C and his brothers stood stock still, forming a straight and rigid line. They were the same height, same shade of green, and the only thing to tell them apart were their masks and signature weapons. Their eyes were narrowed in forced determination as the crowd of other turtles surrounded them, flipping through dimensions on the Trans-dimensional Portal Stick as casually as if they were channel surfing.

"No, we have been to that dimension already..." Raphael87 drolled, "Keep moving...Oh! Oh! Go back!...Nope, we've been there..."

Casey Jones stood beside his new best friend, Raph C, completely decked out in his vigilante gear. A golf bag full of sports gear-turned-weapons slung loosely on his back and a white hockey mask hiding his face. He'd been in the lair for several minutes now, and Raph C had filled him in on what was going on, while the other turtles made assumptions as to what dimension Shredder was in and flipped through them on the Portal Stick. They'd been doing so for some time now and it was beginning to get tedious.

Casey leaned over and said to Raphael,"You'd think for a mission as important as this, they'd be a bit more organized." Raph C smirked, just a little bit nervous. If the entire Multi-verse depended on the success of this ragtag group of turtles, what chance did they have of surviving? This group was pathetic.

Leonardo90 had overheard Casey Jones and flipped around, frowning angrily. "Hey, some of us haven't slept in over twenty-four hours. Forgive us if we're a little unfocused." He wanted to continue lecturing Casey Jones, but decided to go pull two fighting Raphaels off of each other instead.

A distance away, Raphael87 shouted "No! Go back!", waving his hands as his brother Michelangelo87 flipped through the images of dimensions on the Portal Stick. The images slowly splayed out against the brick wall, but changed so quickly they barely even had time to materialize."Yeah, that dimension! It looks important!"

"You could have told me that the first time we saw this dimension!" Michelangelo87 growled, more than a little irritated. The stress of the mission and the lack of sleep was getting to everyone. Leonardo03 turned to the IDW turtles and smiled welcomingly, hoping these turtles were still on board with fighting Shredder after seeing how unsystematic this group was. They needed all the help they could get if they were going to face the Shredder.

"I think we're ready to go. Are you guys?"

"I'm pretty sure we were ten minutes ago," Leo C said, folding his arms in contempt. He shoved past Leonardo03 and strolled straight through the portal, his brothers following in an orderly line, Casey Jones tagging along behind, looking oddly out of place in a crowd full of turtles.

"Hot-heads," Raphael13 said, rolling his eyes. Leonardo87 slid a hand down his own face after hearing that and muttered "Speak for yourself", which caused Raphael13 to flip around and push him to the ground. Raphael13 stood over him and smirked proudly, and Leonardo87 stared back up at him in anger.

Donatello96 turned to look at Splinter, the short gray rat that belonged to this dimension. "Master Splinter, are you coming along?"

Splinter looked around the room, taking in everything that was going on. Donatello13 and Donatello87 eyeing each other with unreasonable hatred, a group of Raphaels cracking their knuckles as they stared down a terrified Leonardo96, and Michelangelo87 bickering with Michelangelo90 about who got to hold the Trans-dimensional Portal Stick and what type of pizza was better. This was not a team, and no where near a family. All of these turtles were tied together by a common goal, but malice and bickering thrived within the group. They all looked at what was different about themselves, and not what was the same, which caused all of the fighting. If this strange collection of Raphaels, Leonardos, Donatellos, and Michelangelos were going to defeat the Shredder, they needed to learn to work as one.

Splinter turned back to Donatello96. "I agree with your earlier statement. You do need all the help you can get." And with that, he strode through the portal side-by-side with the odd purple-masked turtle. Splinter knew that these turtles were all the same deep within and they only had to realize that to become a fully-functioning team. He had to bring them together, and quickly.

The multi-verse was tied together, and each turtle had a small part of Turtle Prime inside them: source DNA. They had yet to realize how much that meant.

-1989 arcade game- (arcade turtles will be referred to as Leonardo89, Raphael89, and so on).

The Technodrome rumbled, knocking everyone inside but Shredder12 to lose their balance. April O'Neil swayed dangerously, strung from the ceiling by a thick rope. Bebop and Rocksteady tightened their grip on Splinter87, who had tried to make a mad dash for freedom.

"We're in a new dimension!" Shredder12 yelled victoriously. His eyes drifted over to the unconscious Shredder87, lying motionless on the floor like a pathetic rag doll. How dare he try to defy me, Shredder12 thought. Well, he didn't need that fool to help him - he'd take down the multi-verse on his own.

Shredder12 peered at the monitor, soaking up the new New York city. He was still underground, where the Technodrome travelled, but the monitor displayed the surface above. At first, Shredder was very confused by what he saw. New York looked basically the same, but a little rough, blurry, a bit...pixellated, as if it had come from one of the old video games Karai had enjoyed when she was younger. A tall building was on fire, burning bright yellow and red. Four shady forms leapt effortlessly across the street onto the roof of the building , rushing inside. Shredder could tell they were the turtles, even from as far away as he was. He had been planning to use this new Technodrome he had just acquired in order to destroy the turtles, but that would be impossible if they were twenty floors up on a crumbling building.

"Gee, boss, what'cha gonna do now?" snorted Rocksteady.

Shredder flipped around the look at the strange rhinoceros mutant who had spoken, sizing him up. This mutant toted a large machine gun, with bullets strung over both his shoulders. He was large and muscular, with a hard horn, making him easily intimidating. Shredder smiled, "You, come into the building with me. It turns out we'll have to take down the turtles one-on-one." The Shredder was glad to have some new minions to help him, because he was wounded from his last big fight and he had new idea how powerful the turtles of this dimension were.

"Hey, you moron!" said Krang, following behind Shredder on the heels. "I'm still here! Don't think you can take over my Technodrome and do whatever you wish with it!"

Shredder flipped around, just a silver blur, and in an instant he had pulled Krang straight from his body and had kicked the robotic shell to the ground, dangling Krang in the air. He leaned in close to the alien's terrified face and growled, "Never speak to me that way again, you insolent slug." He dropped Krang to the floor, but continued to stare at him just a moment longer, pondering something, but what it was, he didn't say. He then turned and strode out of the room with Rocksteady, commanding Bebop to keep a tight grip on Splinter while he was gone. The doors closed tight and all that was left in the Technodrome's monitor room was a pile of defeated Foot Soldiers, Krang, Bebop, Splinter, and a screaming April O'Neil, her high-pitched wails echoing back and forth on the metal walls.

Krang crawled back into his body, laying limp and useless on the floor, and began to regain control of it again. Bebop watched him, scratching his head with one hand and gripping Splinter with the other. "Krang, do ya's know what this new Shredder wants?"

"To kill all the turtles, you moron!" Krang replied, smirking as his body began to work again. "He said so at least five times." He stood on his feet, striding over to the monitor, watching the burning building intently. The flames rose higher.

"Will he get to Turtle Prime?" Even Bebop knew that could lead to the destruction of the Multi-verse.

Krang replied, "I doubt it. He acts just like our Shredder, so I bet he's got no more brains than him as well. I wouldn't be surprised if he died trying to find the turtles in this flaming building, the idiot. If he does get too far, I'll take care of him."

"Yeah, but if da Shredder does get to Turtle Prime, me and Rocksteady cans just save the universe again" - he snorted, tugging Splinter closer - "Like we did last time, right Krang?"

"The odds of that happening are a million to one. This new Shredder may not be too smart, but he won't be as empty-headed as that ridiculous Utrom." Krang frowned as he watched the flames grow higher, wondering if anyone would come out soon. Part of the roof caved in with a thundering crash. There was a shrill scream, from somewhere high up.

April O'Neil in the Technodrome shouted again, her scream almost identical to the one in the building. Her annoying shout finally caused Krang to snap. He turned around and shouted, "Will you just shut up already?"

Shredder12 walked into another room of the Technodrome, the steel door sliding shut quickly after he entered. The man walked across the room, forcing himself to stand tall and not limp because of his wounded leg, his feet clanking on the metal floors and reverberating on the walls. He reached the odd machines on the other end of the room. They were cylindrical transports with small wheels and huge drills on the front. Shredder turned to Rocksteady, walking up behind him, hoping the rhino would explain what exactly these were.

Rocksteady smiled as he caught sight of the machines. "Oh, the modules! We use these to gets up to the surface all the time, to blast those toitles!"

Shredder nodded in understanding. He stepped into one and ordered Rocksteady into the next and the Foot Soldier robots into the last. It took Shredder a moment to analyze the controls, but the Foot Soldiers' module took off quickly, just a blur, followed soon after by Rocksteady's. Both machines squeezed into two large tubes attached to the wall and out of the Technodrome. Shredder12 followed as quickly as he could, cursing at Rocksteady for leaving him behind.

For a good few minutes, all Rocksteady could see when he peered out of the module window was dirt. Dirt, dirt, dirt. "Dis part of the ride is never any fun," he complained like a child. He looked down at the old cracked computer screen, seeing that the Foot Soldiers were nearly a mile ahead of him. Being robots, they had no care for the dangers of going too fast. Rocksteady leaned down hard on the steering wheel, cranking up his speed. Soon enough, he broke the surface. Suddenly, fire licked the outer walls of the module, growing stronger, hotter, and brighter, with the constant sounds of wood crackling. Rocksteady was in the burning building, breaking through floors.

He travelled for a few seconds more, when suddenly - "YOU MORON!"

Rocksteady's hands flew off the controls and he screamed, looking around for the speaker. He finally caught sight of Shredder12's angry face on his screen. "Oh, hi boss!" Shredder must have gained enough understanding of the controls already to find out how to communicate between modules.

Shredder narrowed his eyes, and Rocksteady tried hard to not look at the scorched left side of the man's face and the horrid yellowed eye. "You're going to suffer consequences for deserting me," said Shredder, scary and mad. The screen blackened before Rocksteady could even reply.

"Gee, I've gotta make the boss happy again," Rocksteady said. He never had to work this hard for Shredder87, but now it was Shredder12 in control, and Rocksteady followed who ever had the power, no matter how loyal he'd once been to Shredder87. The rhino only wished he had Bebop with him, as they were hardly ever apart.

"Time to take out some toitles," snorted Rocksteady, pulling out his machine gun and wrapping his hands around the handle, around the worn spot they'd been placed so many times.

Finally, Shredder12's module broke the surface. The pixellated flames took up all of his window, reflecting off of the Shredder's silver armor, moving and flickering, bright and terrifying.

These flames reminded the Shredder all too much of the fire that had happened fifteen years ago, the one that had killed Tang Shen and left him with a hideous burn across half his face. Shredder had only been trying to destroy Hamato Yoshi by burning his house, but his act had been rash and stupid, leading to the death of the only woman he had ever loved. It's all Hamato Yoshi's fault, Shredder thought, refusing to accept the truth. He had blamed Yoshi fifteen years ago, as well, and had taken Hamato Yoshi's daughter as revenge, raising her to hate her own father.

No better revenge besides death.

I hope you liked this chapter! :)

I couldn't resist putting the 1989 arcade game turtle dimension into this story. I just love that game so much. I may not be very good (I'm not good at video games in general) but on the rare occasions I get the chance to play it at the only close arcade that has it, I fill that old machine full of quarters. I believe the game has had a significant affect on many other turtle iterations, especially on the video games that came after it, so I feel like in a story dedicated to TMNT's 30th anniversary, this video game has the right to have a presence in it. And it's just so fun.

After this, the story is going to get really intense! Lots more action and lots more turtles!