So, I bet you all want to know what's going on with the turtle girl, right? (Just flatter me and nod.) Some of her phrases are different because of her odd speech. For example, when she says, "Via the system", it's actually her weird way of saying, "By the way." I don't own TMNT or Scooby-Doo.
Baxter Stockman watched eagerly as the young turtle rose. Even though she was just born…or made…or whatever the word is in her scenario, she stood at Baxter's height. She fixated her eyes on Stockman and gazed at him before asking, "Are you preparing to counter my inquiry?"
Dazed by her abruptness and her upper-intellect speech, he sputtered and answered, "Yes! I am your father! I am Baxter Stockman!"
"Contented to convene with you, Baxter Stockman." She replied. She paused, and then asked, "Do I boast a forename, Baxter Stockman?"
"Hmm. I never thought about a name." he stated, "Can you feminize the name Michelangelo for me, sweetheart?"
"Sweetheart? Is that my name?" she questioned, "Via the system, feminized adaptations of the dubbing 'Michelangelo' would be something by the side of 'Michelangela' or 'Michelangel'."
"Michael Angela…" Baxter murmured, "That doesn't sound quite right." He retrieved a notepad and wrote out 'Michelangela'. He scribbled it out and wrote 'Mickelangela'.
"The first part should rhyme with nickel…" he mumbled, "Sounds better…" He scratched out the last name and wrote 'Mikelangela'. He tapped his pen against his chin. "Still doesn't look right." He said. The yet-to-be-named girl cautiously wandered up to him and looked over his shoulder at the names.
"What is your estimation concerning this?" she asked. She borrowed the pen and pad and drew a line through the third name. In an italicized print, she wrote 'Mikelanjela'. She showed him the name.
"Mikelanjela…" Stockman said, "Well, it's your name. Do you like it?"
Mikelanjela nodded.
"Alrighty then. You are officially Mikelanjela. It's a bit of a mouthful though." Baxter declared, "That turtle goes by Mikey. Why don't you shorten your name to something?"
"But my forename is Mikelanjela. Are labels permissible to amendments?" she asked.
"No, but you can make it shorter. You could be Anj, or Anjie, or Mikel…" Baxter stated.
"Mika." The girl suddenly decreed, "If I am obliged to abridge my given name, I am inclined to condense it to Mika."
Baxter seemed surprised by her eagerness. "Alright then." He agreed, "Mika it is."
Mika nodded and gestured toward the remaining R.U.F.R.O.D.S, patiently waiting. "Is this trio of incarnates my siblings?" she asked.
"In the making." Baxter stated, "Go ahead and pick one." Mika glanced confusedly at him. "Pick one of the robots. The DNA will be that of your next brother, or should I say sister." He clarified.
"You aspire for me to conclude which of my siblings is fashioned subsequently?" Mika replied, "I cannot execute that exploit! I do not covet the encumbrance of my sisters' providence! Perhaps there is an approach concerning a preordained classification?"
After a brief pause to translate all of Mika's large words, Stockman answered, "There's probably some order we can go by. Let's see…your counterpart is the youngest of the four, so maybe we should go in reverse age." Baxter pointed to the robot holding Donnie's blood and said, "You're up." The robot squeaked and injected the blood it was holding into the pedestal. The machine powered up again.
"Would you like to do the honors?" Baxter asked, gesturing to the red lever.
Mika glanced nervously from Stockman to the lever and gently pulled down on the lever. The same light show spattered the white room, the colors reflected off Mika's wide eyes. When the lights stopped and the smoke billowed out, Baxter turned his attention to Mika and stated, "Start coming up with a feminine version of 'Donatello' for me, would you?" He tossed her the pen and pad and went to greet his newest creation.
The second turtle was definitely much shorter than the first. Where Mika stood a few inches taller than Stockman, this turtle barely reached his nose, and Stockman was a short man. She had eyes like her sister's, but mahogany brown. Her hair was platinum blonde, in a slanted bob, where the front touched her shoulders but the back was level with her chin. A tropical violet newsboy cap was atop her head, along with a choker to match. She had pale green skin much less vivid than Mika's.
"Hello, my daughter." Stockman said, secretly hoping she spoke nothing like her sister.
"You're my daddy?" she asked sweetly.
Baxter sighed in relief; obviously this one spoke English and not Sophisticated Robot.
"So Daddy, what's my name?" she asked.
"One second, darling." He said before speaking to Mika, "Mika, how are those names coming?"
"Very well, Sire." She replied, "Does the forename Donitellia delight your belief?"
"How about it? Do you like the name Donitellia?" he asked the short purple turtle.
"It's a little long, don'tcha think?" she replied.
"I couldn't agree more. But that's easily fixed. Her real name is Mikelanjela! I've taken to calling her Mika, though." Stockman stated.
After furrowing her brow and counting the letters, Donitellia's eyes widened and she shrieked, "That's even longer than mine!"
"Yes. So how about it, Donitellia?" Baxter asked experimentally.
"Sure, but call me Elle, please." Elle answered politely.
"Great! Why don't you chat with your sister while I get this doohickey started up again?" he exclaimed, guiding Elle towards Mika.
"I have a sister?!" Elle asked.
"You'll have two more if this machine keeps working so well!" Baxter replied, excited by the performance of his machine. Usually his plots backfired or were destroyed by those meddling turtles. It was like he lived in a Scooby-Doo cartoon.
As the machine was making a turtle out of Raph's blood, Mika came up to him and asked, "This is rather marvelous. Pray tell, how does such an apparatus generate creatures deemed by your genus as mythological out of nonentity but red fluid?"
"I'm glad you asked, Mika." Stockman declared, "You see, the red liquid is blood, from none other than four mutant turtles like yourself. So, my replicating the DNA within the machine and mixing it with a bit of mutagen and normal turtle blood, I created you! No bloody messes, no painful mutations, I AM a genius."
"Do you signify to state that we two…" Mika paused as the elevator machine belched white smoke, "…we three are not the singular constituents of our breed?"
"Yes, but the other turtles are bad, bad turtles." Baxter lied as he went to see his third daughter, "I'll tell you about them once we greet the youngest."
The third turtle, Raph's counterpart, was also taller than Stockman, but not as much as Mika was. Her skin was a darker green than the others. Her eyes were a scintillating green that seemed out of place against her dark skin. Curly, chocolate brown hair was held back by a red ponytail with a bow on the back. The ponytail almost reached to the bottom of her shell. Even though she had naught but ear holes to dangle them off of, she had red earrings that had a lacy, gypsy-like pattern. They were big earrings; some of the dangling accents brushed her shoulders. A lightning bolt was scratched in the top of her plastron.
"Greetings, daughter." Stockman stated.
"Dad?" the girl asked. Baxter nodded. To his surprise, the girl swept him up in a hug. "Dad!" she exclaimed.
Baxter wriggled and escaped the hug and called, "Mika, find feminine versions for Raphael please!"
Mika nodded and scribbled on her notepad. "Hey, she looks a bit like me." The third daughter decreed, "Is she my sister?"
Baxter nodded and gestured to Elle. "She is too."
The girl squeaked in excitement and hugged Elle. They both shouted in high pitched voices and bounced up and down. She hugged Mika, who froze the instant she was touched and didn't move until the new girl was at least a meter away from her.
"I derived some apposite forenames for you. Why don't you select one for yourself?" Mika asked. She tossed the girl the notepad before she could come any closer.
The girl looked over the names and said, "Rafayela is pretty."
"It is pronounced Raph-A-Ella, not Raph-I-Ella or Raph-E-Ella." Mika corrected.
"Raph-Fay-Ella, okay." Rafayela said.
"Why don't you shorten it, as a nickname?" Elle asked, "Our names are both shortened. Elle is short for Donitellia, and Mika is short for Mikelanjela."
"Okay, what about Fay? I think I'll go with Fay." Fay declared.
"Fay it is." Stockman stated, "Now I'm sure little miss Leonardo doesn't want to be kept waiting."
"You decided her name already? Isn't that a boy's name?" Elle giggled.
"No, Leo is the name of the turtle who…Never mind, I'll explain later." Baxter stated.
He went through the
motions and soon white smoke billowed from the machine for the last time that day. The youngest's height perfectly matched Stockman, her big sapphire eyes staring straight into his when she stood up. Her hair was jet black with a bright blue streak through it. It was held up in a plain blue ponytail, a light stripe against her dark hair. The ponytail reached a bit beyond the top edge of her shell. She wore a denim jacket that was surprisingly bright for the fabric yet perfectly matched her hair streak. Her skin was medium, but still green.
She glanced at Stockman. "I'm guessing you're my old man?" she asked saucily.
For some reason, whether her tone or something else entirely, Baxter was irked by this sassy little reptile. "Oh well." He thought, "Three out of four. Not bad." Out loud he decreed, "Yes, I'm your father. And those three are your sisters, Mika, Elle, and Fay."
The newcomer scanned over the trio. She snorted softly. "You could do worse." She muttered.
Mika and Elle narrowed their eyes. Fay acted as if she hadn't heard and gave the girl a huge hug. "Welcome! I'm Rafayela, but as Dad said, you can call me Fay!" she exclaimed, "Mikelanjela is the one with the orange hair, and Donitellia is the blonde."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it, one big happy family, now LET ME GO." The youngest snarled. Fay backed away, shocked by the fact that anyone could be so, well, mean. "Now, do I have a dinky little name like these three?" she asked.
"Well, we have a list, pick one." Elle said, still a bit miffed that the baby of the group thought she was the center of the universe. Mika chucked the list, which the youngling caught.
She scanned it over and stated, "Leonara. It's the best out of these silly names. Though let's shorten it up to Lea, if you please." She hurled the pad back at Mika, who only caught it barely.
"Gather round, girls." Stockman said, sitting on the pedestal where the turtle blood was deposited.
"Ooh! Is it story time?" Elle asked, sitting lotus-style in front of him.
He gazed in awe at her flexibility, then answered, "No. This is all business. It's the reason you were made."
He had caught the other three's attention. They sat down like lotuses before him as he put on his persuasive voice. "You see, as I mentioned to Mika earlier, there are four other mutant turtles, just like you. You were even made from their blood, among other things." Three of the girls whispered excitedly, while Leonara looked utterly bored. "Sadly, these four boys, Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello, and Raphael…" Each girl responded at the mention of their 'namesake'. "…they are evil. They fight against us. And though it pains me to say it, we must exterminate these four." More whispers; Lea finds and begins to juggle three chips of floor tile. "I have tried myself many times to apprehend these evil-doers. But I cannot do it alone. I need to fight fire with fire. I need you four. My daughters, I need to ask you this. I will not be hurt if you answer no, but I am obliged to ask…will you help me fight these four? Please?"
Three girls stared at him, looking hypnotized. Lea focused on her juggling. After an awkward silence, she groaned, "Fine. I'll do it. But only because you said 'please'."
"Yeah, I'm in too!" Elle cried, "No bad boy turtles are gonna make fools out of our daddy!"
"I am integrated in the force dedicated to these reptiles' demise!" Mika exclaimed, earning her weird glances.
Everyone stared at Rafayela. She stared at the floor nervously. She sighed and said softly, "I don't know what I can do, but I'll help anyway I can. For Dad."
"YEAH! FOR DAD!" the other three shouted simultaneously. They all cheered, high-threed, and stood up.
"Look out, Splinter." Baxter Stockman muttered, "I've got my own TMNT now."
OOH SCARY! :) And sorry to anyone who's thrown off by Mika's weird speech, but I plan to have Fay stand in as her translator at some point soon. Looks like the guys have some competition. Hehehe.