So here we finally get into the characters beginning the Rescue of the Mizzerans proper not just doing preperation work.
At the Slave Market Edward Nygma was a Traveling Slave Salesman, showing off his new 'Specialty' Wares, this Turtle had a human I.Q. Of 300, (His red banded brother claimed Don's IQ 637 which by all normal measurments thus far sounded absurd, and considering that brother was sort of the 'Dumb Jock' of the group it may very well have been a joke, Eistein's IQ was 'only' 160 so there is the matter of how you use it, not the raw numbers Humanimals with the IQ of 300 had been recorded to exist and had gone down in history as 'the cream of the crop') A mechancical genius, can learn to repair just about any machine after just a few hours of study.
"Recite your skills Beast!" Edward snarled as he gave Don a slap on the shell
'Geez!' Don thought a bit irritably 'You didn't have to get THAT much into character!' And he recited all the mechanical skills he was capable off and also mentioned the specific skills for the advanced technology of this world he was just beginning to learn about.
The Men of Viola Strierra were impressed however they were also extremly disturbed by the Turtle-Man who didn't look anything like any Turtle Humanimal they had seen before.
"Hang on..." Said one of the men "Let me look in his mouth."
Don had been trained to anticipate this, he let the man roughly grab hold of his jaw and look at his mouth as if he were a horse without flinching in face he let his muscles become rather lax at this inspection.
"Those are real teeth in his mouth." The Man said "I've never seen a Turtle with teeth before."
Edward cleared his throat "This specialty Turtle's unusual features are the result of crossbreeding."
And the Men instantly seemed to know what that meant.
"This Turtle should be perfect for the Downdeep-Downdeep." Said one man who was in charge of the public records and monitoring of all the 'Public Property Slaves' or all the Humanimals who belonged to the city instead of being privately owned.
And this was exactly what Don and Edward wanted to hear.
Edward was paid the standard price for a Mechanic Slave, Edward quietly pocketed the money knowing Donatello was worth far more than the standard price, but obviously they didn't want to waste time playing the haggling game.
"You plan to stay on our fair planet for a while?" The Man said noticing Edward was not immediately returning to his Space Cruiser.
"Yes," Edward said quickly without turning around.
"Then please Fellow Merchant!" The Man said putting an arm around Edward's shoulders "Let us treat you to the best the Capitol City has to offer! We have some of the most oppulent hotels in the empire! We can provide you a Dancing Humanimal for your entertainment!"
Edward trying not to show too much horror and straining not to shudder, he realized if he was hearing this back in his Riddler days he wouldn't have just been disgusted he would have felt insulted, 'Offering a Genius like myself the circus act of a dancing animal?! What kind of country fried yokel do you take me for?!'
"No," He tried to say calmly "I already have plans, primarily to return to places that fold fond memories of my youth."
And the Men all took that to mean he already had plans to list a human lady and thus didn't want to waste time with Humanimals.
"Of course, of course." The Man said "We understand completely, want to rekindle an old flame eh?" He said as he gave the knowing nudge with the elbow and clicked his tongue.
Don for his part was straining not to laugh at how embarresed Edward looked during all this, he kept it contained to a wry half smile.
'When a former Supervillain thinks you're a creep, you know you're the absolute bottom of the barrel.' Don thought as he was being led to wear he would receive his offical uniform now that he was part of the City Matinence crew.
Edward quickly pulled away and was finally able to shudder once his back was turned, he remembered his days as the Riddler and thinking back to most of the Arkham Rogues with some exceptions for the Joker, even at their worst he couldn't remember any of them being that...Gross.
So obviously a lot of cheeky humor to show what scummy sleezy used car salesman types these Wranglers are, next chapter Don should meet some of the Mizzer Humanimals
