I know I dragged it out a bit, but here it is. The original (2012) TMNT will finally meet TMNT Mark II! And to those of you who said something along the lines of Fay wanting 'peace', you're right, but I was looking for a specific word. It gets mentioned later, and if you paid close attention and noticed it (cough cough missylynn cough cough), the word was mentioned in the description. But I digress. Which turtles are YOU rooting for?
The four female turtles were gathered in before the front door of Stockman's warehouse lair. They were equipped with everything a ninja, or a ninja hunter, would need: shuriken, kunai, small, concealable pocket daggers, and long chains.
Lea kicked at Mika, who had, foolishly, strapped padded targets to her hands and allowed her to attempt to hit them. Leonara was constantly missing the mark and apologizing spuriously for it.
Elle and Fay chattered about this and that, Fay trying to keep her mind off the fact that she was being sent out to maim, capture, and possibly kill the only others of her kind. Even though she didn't like having evil and mean relations, the four male turtles were her blood brothers. Isn't it supposed to be family first? But here she was, the calm one, the sweet one, the obstinate PACIFIST, being shipped off to war. She was seconds away from raising her hand and backing out, spilling it all, when Baxter began some sort of warning preaching.
"Most humans will be bigoted toward you. They only see what superstition tells them they should see: four alien turtle monsters that will terrorize and eat them. I see what you really are: four teenage mutant turtles who aren't animals, but people as well." He stated, "Stick to the shadows. Avoid human contact. The male turtles tend to travel by rooftop, so that may be a good place to look. I know nothing of where they live, except that it's in the sewers."
Elle and Fay crinkled their imperceptible little noses. "Eew!" Elle shrieked daintily, "Sewer turtles! They probably have sewer turtle cooties! Eew!"
"Yeah yeah, they live in the sewer, it's totally gross, you are all a bunch of babies, just get on with it Pops!" Leonara shouted.
"Yes, well, if you do somehow stumble upon their lair, take great caution." Stockman warned, the emphasis on the word 'caution' catching the girls' attention, "Their master, Hamato Yoshi, or Splinter as he goes by now, is highly dangerous. He has skills to match that of the most fearsome creature I know, the Shredder. He was once a human, but now he has been mutated. He was turned into a rat, and very well deserved it. If you by chance meet him, do not fight him! You girls are not ready to battle Hamato Yoshi."
"Yes, sir!" Fay chirped.
"'Kay." Elle exclaimed, "Get turtle mans, don't get rat man."
"Why can't we take on this Yoshi guy? I mean, seriously, he's named after a dinosaur from Super Mario!" Lea protested.
"Don't, just…don't." Baxter sighed, aggravated by the bratty turtle chick.
"Fine. Whatever, buzz kill." Leonara relented, "And BTW, the plural of man is men, Elle." The small blonde turtle frowned and crossed her arms over her plastron.
"We acknowledge your prudence and pledge to heed it and be wary." Mika rattled off.
"Translation!" Elle shouted, "Heh. That's fun. I can see why you like shouting it, Lea."
"We accept your warning and promise to listen to them and be careful." Fay repeated.
Stockman set a hand on the nearest turtle's shoulder, which happened to be the squeamish Mika. "I wish you the best of luck, girls." He stated.
Raucous cheering followed them out the door. The quartet snuck out of their den and up the nearest fire escape. The huntresses were on the prowl.
No matter how excited the four, truthfully three out of four, turtles were excited and eager to 'smash some shells', they were in one of the, if not the biggest city in North America, looking for four people out of thousands. Not to mention these people were masters of hiding and vanishing on cue, plus they had no clue where to find them. It was like trying to find four green needles in a big haystack of a town. For two hours they scoured the rooftops, looking for any signs of terrapin-based life.
After many hopeless failures (and a few green-painted trash cans), the girls resolved to stay put on a tall, flat skyscraper near Central Park and think of a way to track their elusive prey. With their short teenage attention spans overwhelming their turtle patience, boredom soon set in.
"I'm so BORED." Elle complained, dangling her feet off the side of the apartment complex.
"Feel ya there, sis." Leonara agreed, twirling the blade of her dagger against the roof of a small water tower attached to the building, "I suppose our old man thought we were just gonna magically find these guys, beat him up, and drag them back like a dog drags a stick back to its master. Humph!" She tossed her knife up in the air and let it stick in the aluminum tower.
"Don't be so pessimistic, gals!" Fay exclaimed, always the poster girl of optimism, on the outside, "Think about how many people get to see this. Look at all the pretty lights on the buildings! Look at the flashing billboards, the neon signs! Look at the twinkling stars…star." She gestured up at a blinking white dot against the dark sky.
"That's an airplane." Lea noted.
"Oh. It's still pretty!" Fay retorted.
Lea snorted and began scratching, 'Leonara was Here' onto the tower roof.
All this time Mika had been keying away on a small laptop Stockman had created, no larger than a Kindle. It was prone to smoking and bursting into spark fits, but Mika was still willing, the only one willing, to put it to good use. At that moment she was video-chatting with none other than the creator of the sputtering laptop, Baxter Stockman.
"It appears you have driven us to this juncture ill-equipped, Father. We have perceived neither pelt nor extremity of the terrapins you yearn for us to locate." Mika declared.
Baxter was tempted to shout, "Translation!" to Fay and have her repeat that in English. Instead he patiently worked it out in his head, then answered, "Sweetie, there was no way to have any kind of tracker without it picking up on you guys because you have their blood. You'll have to make do on your own, darlings. I'm sorry."
"What?!" Lea protested from atop her little perch, "You sent us out here, warning us about these 'skilled ninja turtles' and 'deadly master rat', yet you don't even have a way for us to find them?!"
"I'm sorry Leonara, but any tracking device that we can use would pick up on your blood. But I have a very good feeling you'll figure something out." Stockman defended, "You're all very smart."
"Hey look! I think I found a turtle!" Elle shouted.
"Where?" Lea asked, jumping off the tower.
Elle pointed to a spot on the ground and decreed, "Right there!"
Lea examined the spot, sighed, and said, "Elle, that's a puddle. What you're seeing is your reflection."
"Oh." Elle answered, waving at the water, "Hi, Your Reflection! My name is Donitellia, but you can call me Elle!"
Leonara snorted and trudged back to the base of her roost. She looked up and decided against it, resting against one of the legs and spinning her knife."
"Lea! Your Reflection is being a copycat!" Elle tattled.
"Okay, you THREE are very smart." Baxter corrected.
Leo leapt from roof to roof, like he did every night on patrol. He could hear Mikey, Donnie, and Raph fighting about yet another thing, like they did every night on patrol. Tonight the topic of debate was the best character in SMRFF.
"Isn't it obvious that Lunk is the best character on the show?" Raph said, "He's tough, fierce, and he has control of one of the arms. That in itself is pretty awesome."
"There you are wrong, brother dear." Donnie countered tauntingly, "It is in fact Dr. Blip who is the best character on the show. He created the fighting robot, has obvious intelligence, plus I find him very relatable."
"Err! You're all WRONG! The best person on the show is Squeakums, although the Princess is pretty awesome herself." Mikey declared
Leo was tempted to add that Captain Dash Coolstar was the best character from 'Super Robo Mecha Force Five!', but common sense told him not to get wrapped up in one of their fights, for you couldn't get back out.
He executed a walk-over and was well and prepared to leap across the gap between roofs, but suddenly he heard voices. Not the voices of his bickering brothers, but GIRLS voices.
Leo instinctively ducked behind a satellite dish. He peered cautiously around the edge. What he saw before him MUST have been a hallucination, or so he thought. For what he saw were in fact girls, four of them, gathered atop a roof, acting as normal as could be.
"Hey guys." He cautiously called, hoping the girls wouldn't hear him, "You should come see this."
The three trudged over. "What?" Raph asked crossly.
"Shshshshh!" Leo whispered, putting a finger to his lips, "Just get behind here and look at this."
"Okay, but what is it we HAVE to see?" Raph asked, lowering his voice as they four crouched behind the large satellite.
"There are some girls over there on that roof." Leo replied, pointing to our favorite green gals.
"Oh geez…" Raph muttered, "Leo, I know Donnie does it, but it's not okay to stalk pretty girls like a creeper."
"Hey!" Donnie protested. He was immediately shushed for being too loud.
"It's not that, Raph. Something just seems…off…about them. Like…familiar, but in a bad way.' Leo explained, "Besides, if they are human girls, we can't let them see us."
"Wait…Are you suggesting that they might NOT be human?" Donnie asked nervously.
Leo shrugged. "What do you think they're doing up there?" Mikey asked, leaning forward to hear well.
"Who knows? Maybe they're moon-bathing. The one's blonde, so maybe." Raph suggested. He eyed Mikey curiously. "Y'know, I bet if you had hair you would be blonde." He added.
Mikey gave Raph a confused look. Raph groaned and said, "Since we all seem to be prone to stalking girls, let's listen in on these ones."
Leo and Donnie glared at Raph, but they both crept closer. The girls weren't trying too hard to be quiet, but they couldn't understand anything.
"We need to get closer." Leo decreed, looking around for some sort of outcropping.
"What about there?" Donnie asked, pointing to a far-reaching balcony below them.
"Perfect." Leo answered, "Okay, we need to move quietly and one at a time so the girls…" The other three scrambled noisily down to the balcony, catching the attention of one of the girls.
"…don't see us." Leo finished. He sighed and leapt off the building and onto the far-reaching ledge. He held a finger to his lips and drew a hand across his neck.
The girl glanced nervously at her friends, then looked back at the turtles and nodded, her long brown ponytail bouncing up and down. She drew her finger and thumb across her mouth, twisted them, and dropped her hand to her side.
"Zip it, lock it, put it in your pocket." Mikey muttered.
Leo nodded and mouthed, "Thank you."
The brunette nodded and blinked her big green eyes nervously. She repeatedly looked at her friends. She smiled and waved at the guys, but looked off at a potted tree with a pigeon perched on it. One of the girls followed her gaze, saw the bird, and snorted, returning her attention to her knife.
"Clever." Leo thought, "She's distracting them."
"Leo…Leo…Hey, Leo!" Donnie whispered, jabbing his brother.
"Ow!" Leo said, "What?"
"Look." He answered, pointing to the waving girl, 'That girl's got three fingers."
"So? I've heard some people have four fingers on one hand." Raph declared, "Why is it such a big deal if they have three?"
"Meathead. Look closer." Donnie replied, "She has two fingers and one thumb, thick and short, like ours. Her skin is green, and it may just be a trick of the moonlight, but it looks like she has a small little shell."
They peered closely at the girl. Donnie was right; she had dark green skin, three fingers on each hand, and, although it was smaller than the guys', a turtle shell.
"What the…" Raph muttered.
"Hey Fay! Hehe, that rhymes…again!" another girl, a blonde, giggled, coming over to her, "What'cha doin'?"
"Nothing!" Fay exclaimed, "Just…talking…to myself. Hehe."
The blonde was oblivious to the suspicious, nervous lies. "Okay, sis!" the blonde answered, bubbly as could be.
"Sis?" Leo whispered.
"Hey, Fay, Elle, our old man wants somethin', so listen and stop chattering like hens at a quilting meet!" another of the girls exclaimed, this one with black hair and blue highlights.
"Oh, shut up, Lea!" the blonde, Elle, exclaimed, but she and Fay drew closer the last girl, sitting before a mini laptop.
"My darling daughters," a familiar voice called from the girls' laptop, "I can't see you all. Are you all there?"
"Resonate when I entitle your forename for Father." The red-head by the laptop decreed.
"Translation!" the black-haired Lea shouted.
"Shout when Mika calls you're name so Daddy knows we're here." The brunette Fay repeated.
"Okay!" the blonde Elle chirped.
"Y'know, we all just spoke, so it kinda defeats the purpose…" Lea pointed out, "but you go ahead with your dopey little roll call."
"Rafayela!" Mika shouted.
"Present and accounted for!" the brunette declared exuberantly.
"Guys, something is not right here…" Raph muttered to his brothers, "She's got my eyes, my skin, my name; I even thinks she's got the chip in her shell!"
Sure enough, Fay turned around and the moonlight caught the lightning bolt chip in her shell.
"Leonara!" Mika cried.
"Here, but only 'cause I have to be!" the black-haired girl with the Leo-mask-blue jacket cheered with sarcastic excitement.
"This cannot be a coincidence." Leo mumbled staring at her sapphire eyes that perfectly matched his.
"Hey Raph," Mikey said, "She kinda sounds like you." Raph growled threateningly.
"Donitellia!" Mika called.
"Here! Hi, Daddy!" the blonde in the purple hat chirped, waving at the laptop.
"The chances of this being inadvertent are near impossible." Donnie whispered.
"And concluding, but not slightest…" Mika stated.
"Please let Mika be short for Michelle…please let Mika be short for Michelle…" Mikey prayed, crossing both sets of fingers.
"Mikelanjela!" Mika declared, "And most perceptibly, I am present."
"AAH!" Mikey screamed, flailing his arms, "What the heck is going on here?!"
"SHH!" his three brothers exclaimed. Raph clamped a hand over Mikey's mouth.
Mika and Elle glanced toward the ground, thinking it was humans who were shouting and screeching. Fay shot a warning look at the male turtles and shushed them. Lea followed her gaze over to the balcony, but instead scanned the windows for any lights or signs of raucous humans.
"What was that?!" Elle exclaimed.
"I don't know. I thought it came from over there." Lea decreed, grinning evilly as she pointed straight at the turtles.
"Funny." The male voice from the computer decreed, "That scream sounded a lot like Michelangelo."
"Yeah!" Fay quickly shouted, gesturing in the opposite direction of the turtles, "It sounded like it was from over there! We should hurry! The turtles might be hurting someone!"
"No!" Elle cried, running away from the guys, "We have to go now! Let's get those bad, bad turtles for Daddy!"
"Valediction, Father." Mika decreed, shutting the laptop.
"Goodbye, my darlings!" he exclaimed. He almost imperceptibly added, "…of doom."
"Blister Stockboy?" Leo whispered.
The orange-haired turtle girl raced off after her sister, the tails of her bright scarf creating the illusion she was wearing a mask.
"Yes, finally! Some action!" Lea cheered, scampering off.
Fay cast one last glance back at the turtles, but they were gone. Nothing remained but a few disintegrating puffs of purple smoke. She turned around and took off regretfully after her sisters.
"What do we do now, brilliant leader?" Raph sarcastically asked, "Girl versions of us are roaming the city, looking for us, led by Baxter Stockman. How the heck did Stockman get his own turtles anyway?"
"The R.U.F.R.O.D.S." Donnie said suddenly, "They took some of our blood. Somehow he used that to make…those!"
"We need to follow them." Leo stated, ignoring the surprised shouts, "If those turtles are Dexter's…"
"Baxter's." Donnie corrected.
"Baxter's 'daughters', they're guaranteed to be evil." Leo finished.
"Then why'd the one save us?" Raph asked.
Leo glared. "Just…follow me!"
He took off onto the other rooftop and sneakily followed the girls. Donnie shrugged and followed him. "Catch you later, dude." Mikey stated before running off.
Raph groaned and said, "I hate it what Leo's right." He raced off after them.
Fay lagged slightly behind her sisters, deep in thought.
"Why on Earth didn't I tell them?!" she thought, "The turtles were right there, right in front of my face, and I HID them! I hid them! Why?!"
Leonara slowed down until she was next to Rafayela. "Nice save back there." She said, winking.
Fay was shocked. "How does she know? Did she see them?" she thought, panicky, "Does she know that I helped them? Does she know about THAT?!" She sprinted far ahead of Lea.
"Perfect." Lea muttered softly. She stayed silent and listened. Car alarms and horns and yelling wafted up from the depths. Whirring helicopter blades and landing planes made loud noises. She turned out the street noises. Then she heard it. The near-silent pitter-patter of eight bare turtle feet behind her. She hid a devilish smile. Time to put her plan into action.
Mika was the smartest of the female turtles, but she was just book smart. Fay was intelligent, but she was way too sugary sweet to use it for personal gains. Elle was…well, Elle. But Lea was street smart. Sure, she couldn't understand Mika's robo-babble, and she couldn't think of amazingly creative ideas like Fay, like looking at that bird to pretend she hadn't seen the turtles, but she could come up with plans. Evil little plans. She knew enough about science and how things worked to devise a brilliant little death trap for some green guys.
Leonara hopped, skipped, and jumped the roofs until she was coming up to a perfect length jump. She kept a hand on her coiled up chain, tucked neatly into her shell. She jumped from one roof to another and attempted a flip. Keeping one leg at a purposely odd angle, she tripped on the roof edge and 'fell' on her face. She quietly and patiently waited, keeping her eyes down and her head against the roof. Soon, vibrations reverberated through the concrete. She heard the slapping of feet as the turtles ran past her quickly and nimbly, not noticing the sweet, innocent little girl. Two feet, four feet, six feet, eight…
Lea lashed out with her chain and lassoed the last unsuspecting little turtle by the ankle. He yelped and screamed, "IT'S GOT ME! IT'S GOT ME!"
She laughed demonically and clamped a hand over his mouth. It was the orange-banded one, Michelangelo. Leonara gagged the screaming turtle with her hand while she tied up his ankles tightly with the chain. She knotted up his wrists. She debated for a second, then looped the chain around his mouth and neck.
"You'll never get away with this!" he shouted, wriggling fiercely, "My brothers will come find me!"
"Oh yeah?" Leonara retorted as she tied the chain tightly around his mouth and cut off his speech, "Where are your 'brothers' now, huh? They LEFT you." She let that sink in for a moment. Then she added sassily, "If you ever see your brothers again, tell them Lea says 'Hi.'"
Hehe. Lea is most certainly her Daddy's girl. I don't know why this must be said, but I don't own TMNT or any other brand names I may have mentioned previously or may mention in the future.