"Hajime." Splinter commanded, watching as April ran forward, one foot after the other, her weapon raised. While one could know when to improve, it meant little if one's body fell onto habit and instinct. No training would overcome the gap of time itself. And with Mr. O'Niel finally back into safe custody, the need for self defense on the girl's behalf was higher than ever.
Splinter moved around her body, delivering quick and sharp strikes to the wandering areas of her body. "Ah!" She shouted out.
"April!" The father shouted out. "Are you okay, should I get some ice?" Although he wouldn't deprive a fellow father a chance to spend with his child, it was very taxing when Mr. O'Neil was, as the Americans said, 'helicoptering' almost every second.
"Dad, I'm fine, really." The man's daughter waved off, already preparing for her second strike. "Trust me, compared to the fights I've been in, this doesn't even come close to being dangerous."
"Fights?! As in plural!? You've been in more than one fight!?" The panicked and likely traumatized man shouted with eyes of horror. "Have you been jumping aroung the city with the turtles!?"
"No dad, I haven't, trust me, after Venom, they've kept a close eye." April groaned.
"You've been poisoned!?"
"Oh we wish." Michelangelo groaned out. "It was actually this creepy alien goo Spidey was in a toxic relationship with before he ripped it off and then it bonded to this really mean jerk that wants to kill April cause she's his friend." The child happily explained.
"Thank you Michelangelo, you have been such a tremendous help with your insightful commentary." Peter grumbled as he sat on the ceiling tinkering with one of his web shooters.
If there was any consolation to finding April's father, it seemed as if the child was actually managing to sleep these days. "It's not nearly as bad as it sounds dad." April said to the man whose face was clearly disturbed beyond belief. "Venom is no longer around and Peter goes to school with me. With him and my training, I'm perfectly safe."
"Trust me Mr O'Neil, no one's hurting April as long as I'm around." Peter grinned.
"As long as we're around." Donnetello corrected as he came in with his laptop. "I'm still working on cracking through the data we collected. I'm certain that whatever method they plan to use to mutate the planet is within these files."
"How far are you in?" Leonardo questioned.
"About … four percent." His smartest son sighed. "The information I had on the containment cells took weeks to decipher, I might not be able to crack this until new years if I'm lucky."
"But we know where they live." Michelangelo brought up. "Can't we just pull a Raph and blow it up?"
"You know a plan is obvious when Mikey can point out the solution." Raph smikred.
"Several problems with that. Last time we went into Tcri, we got our butts handed to us and lost Leatherhead." Leonardo said as there was a pout from Michealangelo. "And we couldn't even scratch the portal with the explosives we packed. If we're going to take it out, we need something to obliterate it."
"If only we got our hands on that implosion cannon." Donetello gripped his hands. "It might've been the only thing capable of taking out their tech for good."
"You can't change the tide of the river with one splash, my sons. Patience and focus is key." Splinter reminded them of the lesson they more often than not needed to relearn. "As do you, April. Focus, close your eyes, and anticipate my attack."
"Yes sensei." The girl nodded, closing her eyes as Splinter readied a fist. "Mmmmm …" The girl seemed to lose her touch to the world, almost swaying.
"April!" Donatello rushed forward, grabbing her before she fell. "Are you all right?"
"April!" O'Neil rushed, holding out his hand. "How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Three … my head …" The girl gripped it. "It's..pounding…so many voices.."
"Donnie, get the sonic cannon, she could be infested with a goop alien!" Michelangelo cried out. "I'll hold it off with the gong!" He reached for the bell within their room and smashed it.
"Stop, stop; that's just giving me a headache." April shook her head as she stood up. "I'm not infested by aliens."
"That's exactly what someone infested with aliens would say to throw us off, just ask Peter!" Michelangelo went for another swing, only for Peter to use a web to take the drumstick out of his hands.
"Not that you don't have a point, but we should give the girl a moment to breathe before anything." Peter said. "You hear voices? Is this your powers going off again?"
"Powers?! What powers!? Did April get hit with mutegen!?" Mr O'Neil freaked out. "Did my baby girl get turned into a horrible disgusting vile diseased fille- mutant!?" … "…..Not that there's anything…wrong with that…."
"We've lived with worse." Raphael rolled his eyes. "And apparently the Kraang want her cause she can talk to monkeys and hear slimy aliens."
"Please, everyone, quiet, I need to focus." The girl shushed the group as she began walking out of the training room. "I'm…. I think it's leading me to something."
"This psychic thing seems pretty handy." Peter smirked as he and the rest of them followed. "With just a little training, you might even make my spider-sense look like a text alert by comparison."
"Oh boy, that means we'll be able to trade the old ugly model for Something shiny and new." Rapheal laughed as he avoided a web ball from Peter.
"Hey, as soon as I get the hang of these tonfa I'm ninja spider. Skills and powers webbed up into one nifty quipping little package." He spun the weapon around…and hit Leonardo in the face.
"Why is it always the face!?" Leo accused the vigilante. "Don't you have sticky powers that can prevent this sort of thing!?"
"If I stick it won't spin." Peter shot back as they walked out of the lair and into a deeper part of the sewers. "You know, if I had the time, patience, and tolerance to the fumes, I might just consider moving into my own space down here. Maybe in my college years to save on tuition fees."
"It's … around here …" April looked around. "It's close …" She opened her eyes. "Right there!" She pointed to a small stream of water, where a white orb floated in the middle of it.
"A ball?" Michealangelo asked. "The voices in your head were telling you to play soccer?"
"What does that have to do with-never mind." Donnetello jumped down and grabbed ahold of the device. "I'm not sure what this is, but I'd bet all the pizza in the world that it's Kraang related."
"Donnie, can you figure it out?" Leonardo asked.
"Well, this is a new piece of Kraang tech transmitting on an unknown frequency and language with no physical access port and a possible firewall of a level beyond binary coding." His son answered.
"Well, we're better off than we were five minutes ago." Spider-Man chuckled, patting April on the back. "Nice work, Rookie. Vigilantism may just be in your future yet."
"Why would my April ever go out and break the law!?" Mr O'Neil shouted.
"Dad, it's just a joke! Chill!" This was just like his conversations with his sons…very nostalgic if he was being honest.
Hobie hummed to himself as he worked with the suit. "Add some cables here, a little fluid there, and make the eyes resistant to the glare of the sun." Once he was complete, he would have it … the ultimate utility suit!
He may have lucked out on the football thing, but he wouldn't count on having a sports scholarship anytime soon. Those were only for those born lucky, and if Hobie was anything, it was not lucky.
His parents barely scraped by with what they had, his little brother was alone for most of the day, and no one at school bothered to let him speak up and say anything! …Well, except Casey, but Casey was a bit of an exception.
Point was, he needed fallbacking, and that was something to help his job window washing. You know how many people would pay to have a guy wash your entire building in under an hour? A lot of people.
Hence, every night he worked on improving his work, step by step, as the idea took root and grew into something amazing. It was first a simple grappling system, keeping him hooked to the building and being able to switch positions at a moment's notice. He got the idea from watching old videos of Spider man swinging around and wanted to try that for himself.
Of course, Hobie quickly found out that grappling required a lot of force and reloading, and he had to use something more than the simple gas power propulsion he had developed. Then he realized that the lines were pretty fast to fall apart on him, thus he added gloves with claws on the ends to keep himself stable and catch himself. And then he realized for all his speed and agility, he couldn't always rely on his own strength to keep him supported…so that's how his grappling system ended up developing into its own multi-functional suit.
Granted, it wasn't easy to build. He had some experience engineering thanks to his dad's auto-mechanic job, but this was something on a whole other level. Every wire and piece of metal interconnecting into a full empowering body capable of pushing his football experienced body past its limit, withstanding falls from twenty stories in case of an accident, spring loaded leaps … one could say it was on a super level.
Hence, the fountain of drool leaking from Casey's mouth. "I want that …."
"You got a spare two thousand dollars on you? Cause that's how much it'll cost to rent it out." He joked semi-seriously. "It's a beaut, isn't it? Two years of elbow grease and a part time job at Burger King went into this."
"Those burgers were well flipped man!" The boy jumped up, looking it over. "I mean, seriously this, I don't even … why aren't you in a science club when THIS is an option?"
"I got a bod, I might as well play the part." Hobby shrugged. "And nerds don't exactly draw in girls at that."
"Hey, have you ever dated a nerdy girl? Trust me, that's where it's at." Casey smirked. "Smart and with a backbone, that's how I like it."
"I thought you just liked anyone who could break your spine?" Hobbie asked.
"That too." Weirdo. "So, when ya gonna test this baby out?"
"Don't know, guess when the next job comes in." He shrugged. "Like I said, there's still a lot of kinks."
"What kind of kinks?"
"Well if you twitch your neck at a forty five degree angle to the left … the spring lock mechanism collapses and crushes your body like a tube of toothpaste."
"Yeeesh, that seems more than just a kink." Casey winced.
"Hence, it's on standby." Hobbie nodded. "Once it's fully completed, window washing will be a breeze for anyone." Mostly himself… though if a company was willing to offer fifty million dollars for the rights to manufacture it, he wouldn't complain about it.
"Windows washing? Come on, man, you can think bigger than that." Casey nudged him in the arm.
"... No, not really." He shook his head. "It's not like there's any other idea, other than being dumb enough to think I could fight crime with this kinda set up." Hobbie chuckled.
"Awesome idea! I'll get my sports gear!" Casey tried to run towards the door, but Honie caught him by the hoodie.
"What part of 'dumb enough to think' did you not catch about that sentence?" He asked.
"Honestly I blanked out the entire part and focused on the idea of cracking skulls." The juvenile shrugged. "But think about it, with this suit and my determination.."
"I think you mean delusions." Hobie grumbled.
"We can start cleaning up the streets and doing some real good."
"Casey, I made this suit to help my family." He sighed. "It's meant for washing windows and possible construction work, not punching street thugs."
"Oh come on, we could do both." The boy pouted.
"Weren't you the one arguing mutant powers beat tech and gear?"
"Well that was before I saw what you were cooking in your garage with scraps." Casey admitted. "And, well, there's been a lot of mutants popping up, so one of the little guys has to step up and show them we can fight back, human style."
"And get horribly maimed and DIE doing so Casey." Hobie groaned. "There is no way we can run out there and NOT get creamed. Or worse, arrested by the cops."
"Why would cops arrest us-"
"Casey, your dad was a cop. You know the answer to that already." Hobie glared. "You see how they treat Spider-man. The second you're seen as the bad guy, bullets are gonna be fired your way no questions asked. I'm not gonna risk my neck just for a bullet in my back and an early grave."
"Well, maybe I'm the kind of guy who can take that risk." Casey affirmed with a stern gaze.
"You're the kind of guy who can walk off thirty guns blazing at him simultaneously?"
"No, but I'm the kind of guy who can out skate any problem that comes my way." He smirked, heading towards the door. "I'll convince you one of these days, Hobie. Right now though, I got my own suit to work on."
"Dude, you're getting a D in math and science!"
"D plus in both actually!"
"That's hardly any better!"
"Then I'll get myself a tutor!"
"You scare everyone away from you!"
"Then I'll get a girl tutor!"
"You scare girls off even more!" Honestly, sometimes it was just too much to be friends with this knuckle head.
Peter shot a web, chasing down the criminal inside of a truck. "So explain to me your big plan here? You steal a gas tanker from the most traffic filled city in the world? How did you think this was gonna go down buddy?" He asked, sticking to the side of the door.
It was a relatively smooth week for once, and that could be attributed to finally finding April's dad. Suddenly, all the guilt he's held on for months had suddenly disappeared, and she and her dad were no longer haunting his nightmares. That was reserved exclusively for Uncle Ben, Harry, Eddie, and Timothy. On Top of that, Gwen and him were finally talking again… mainly just talking about April being 'missing', but they were talking like normal people instead of two kids that shared what was a confession kiss.
And Liz … well he still had no idea where to go from there, but he could focus on that after the moron stopped shooting off bullets while driving a gas tanker. "Hey, watch the temper, it's not my fault you're an explosive idiot." He argued, breaking through the window and webbing up his weapon. "Honestly, sometimes I think you thugs commit these crimes just to get my attention. No one could possibly be this distribute to get caught."
"Maybe we're the ones doing the catching, Wall crawler." The man driving the truck suddenly slammed one foot on the brake, and sent another one into his head that he barely managed to dodge.
"That's some fancy footwork you got there…. Fancy Dan?" He guessed as he jumped forward and slammed himself into the man, breaking down the door and into the nearest ally. "Wow, let me take a shot in the dark. Good old Montana left you high and dry after he moved into the super gig, leaving you and Ox with the grunt work?"
"Like I evah, miss an opportunity to ruffle your webs, bug." {Blast} A green blast of sound shot from behind him, forcing Spidey into a nearby wall. "I'ah reckon that the last time we met, I made it clear it wouldn't be on friendly terms."
"Yet you came all this way from your big boy chair at the supervillain table to support you buds, aw, you're as cuddly on the inside as you are on the out." He chuckled. It was day right now so he didn't have the turtles with him, but with the right combination of shell webs, taser webs, and plenty of texan quips, he could get his way through this. "Let me guess, you got sick of all the insanity from mad scientists and wanted to take the direct approach?" Spidey lept in the air, keeping an eye out for Ox. A guy that could hold him for even ten seconds was dangerous when Shocker was involved.
"I don't evah need a reason to wanna blast you into next week across the pavement like a old tuna casserole.
"Aww, you hate me THAT much? I'm touched, Shockey, so few villains keep the relationship strong and violent." He quipped, running around the alley. It wasn't like the theater he could collapse, but if last time was any indication, Shocker liked to be more on the offense than defense.
He shot out a web at the face, one that Shocker dodged. Peter yanked on the cord, letting himself fly forward and delivering a kick to the chest. Just as Peter assumed, the defense shield was down to prevent overload like last time. {roundhouse kick to the head.} He flipped over the incoming Fancy Dan and grabbed him by the leg, spinning and throwing him right into Shocker.
"Seriously, is Ox on sabbatical or something-" {Mass Blunt object} He ducked under the punch, socking the giant man in the guts. "There he is, sneak attacks, how fun and pointless without feather-like feet." {soundwave from behind.} "You know, I recalled the day where you three were actually able to give me trouble then I remember that most of that was because I was after Vulture and not you grunts." He jumped over the blast and let it hit Ox. "So, do you wanna skip the rodeo and hed to the sherif's office, cowpoke?"
"We didn't come ta fight yah, wall crawler. Trust me, you'd be shuttin that trap and pushing up daisies if we were." Shocker growled as he webbed him up.
"Uh huh, and that's why you stole a gas tanker, cause you three are such LOVELY conversationalists, with Ox answering in grunts and Fancy Dan barely saying a word."
"Well we're not the ones wantin no conversation." Shocker's eyes narrowed. "The Big Man' like a word with you and your turtle pals."
"Yeah, cause talking to old tomboy always goes well for me." Spider-man rolled his eyes. It made sense dear old Mr. Lincoln wouldn't just light up a spider signal or sound a turtle alarm, no, he had to send his personal hit squad after him. "Was the violent acts of blasting me nessesary?"
"Oh no, Big Man just doesn't sweat the details. I figured I get in a hit or two." Of course he did.
"Well when Tombster pays your bail, tell him that if he wants to ask me out, he needs to foot the bill." He shot a webline.
"Yer lost, Webhead. The Big Man just assumed you would've wanted the heads up on the Kraang, but if you're so sure of yourself…" Wait, what?!
He paused at that one, turning back. "... He tell you anything else, or figured I'd just be interested?"
"I'm just the messenger, boy, what I don't know ain't my business." Shocker affirmed. "Personally, I'd rather see you run like a headless chicken across a football field, but the Big Man seems to think this Kraang business is something of note, and we both know the Big Man doesn't have time to play around with mind games."
First the orb, then this …. Tombstone didn't involve himself with alien business as far as he knew. If something big was coming, something that potentially even scared the Big man…
He walked over, ripping off one web. "I'm paying you one forward. You leave now, and if the city goes sideways, offer one of those vibrating hands of yours to anyone who needs it."
"My business is my business, wall crawler." The brightly colored villain nodded. "But if trouble comes my way, be sure as sin that I'm blasting it away like a tumbleweed during a dust bowl."
Spidey left the alley already hearing the sirens. He felt dirty, letting the Shocker run free … but too many signs were adding up, it gave him a gut feeling like his spider-sense SHOULD be blaring … unsettling to say the least.
Was the team ready for this….was HE ready for this? He's stopped muggers, mutants, mutates, alien robots….but this was WORLD ending stakes on the line, and he was just the friendly neighborhood Spider-man.
….Then again….he couldn't exactly be a friendly neighborhood hero if there was no neighborhood to begin with.
"...Damn it all." Peter grumbled. Either way, he was gonna have to step up to the plate. Everything was going to be on the line….friends….family….this whole city….NOTHING could be left to chance…..nothing at all.
Mattie Franklin liked to believe she was more than your average teenage girl. She didn't get the highest grades of all time, but she was above average. She wasn't the most athletic person of all time, but if there was an ice cream truck trying to sneak out of sight, you'd bet your butt she was going to speed her way right to it, civilians and cars be damned!
She always felt a calling, like there was some greater being smiling down, encouraging her into going into passions and doing what she loved. So whenever good things revealed themselves, Mattie took no doubt, and accepted them with a grin. She went with the flow, no matter where the wind blew.
That wasn't always easy, especially with her family's unexpected move to New York, easily the most crowded, and if the teen-zenes and youtube videos were to be believed, alien-filled in the world! Sure, Mom said that was just Uncle Jonah's exaggeration making the people hysterical, but Mattie wasn't so quick to be skeptical.
She was absolutely sure that somewhere in this world, you'd find magic, and wonder, and good things beyond human imagination. Which only left one thing for her overactive imagination to do … "Are we there yet?"
"No honey, we're not."
"How about now?"
"No."
"How about…"
"Saying 'are we there yet' over and over again for the last THREE hours isn't going to make the ride go any faster sweetite." Her mom answered with an oh so subtle twitch of the eye.
"Well my phone lost battery four hours ago and I packed my charger in the overnight bag." She slumped in her chair letting out a sputter of a whistle. "Why couldn't we take a plane to New York like most reasonable people would? That would've saved us at LEAST the last eight hours of butt cramps and pit sweat."
"Because your father lost his ID and refuses to simply ask for a copy." Mom answered, glaring at dad.
"An ID's FAR too important to just simply replace it! I need to go through the process of meticulously organizing every detail!"
"Replacing, updating, it's all the same!" Mom argued.
"And that's not to even mention the replacement cost. Traveling by car is much cheaper than planes anyway."
"Yes, until you take into account the gas stops, the flat tire we had, the traffic, that one hotel we stayed in for a mere five hours, ramming into the truck and making it look like I was the one driving on the account of said lost I.D."
"And you did so well handling that situation sweetie."
"Because the officer hit on me."
Aaaand they were arguing again. Don't worry Mattie, just block it out, it's not your fault they're fighting. Honestly, she assumed that moving to new york was just their way of convincing themselves to have a 'fresh start' instead of divorcing. Damn it, they always treated her like she was still a kid! Most adults did on the account she was pretty short for her age, but that didn't mean everyone had to walk eggshells around her!
No phone, no parents to talk to … come on New York, be exciting! If you could have people in bug colored spandex jumping all over the place, then you totally could give that spark she was missing from her life she's been searching for!
Tombstone made sure his schedule was clear for the day, simply watching his window in silence … in all honesty maybe he should have brought some paperwork. Spandex, they barge in when you don't want them to, and get late when you want them to. No winning with these people. And here he went through all the trouble to be professional in spite of his abnormal presence.
Normally this wouldn't be how he conducted business. The so-called 'heroes' of the city made it loud and clear they wouldn't compromise with his dealings, so that meant controlling their actions as indirectly as possible, which for the most part was sending 'super-villains' after them to keep them preoccupied. But for this particular instance, it was best if everyone focused on a common enemy.
A couple of familiar thuds sounded out as five figures made their way in. "No guards, you really were serious about a meet and greet." Spider-Man noted, the jokes still coming even with the lack of a jovial tone.
"Unless that's what he WANTS us to think!" The moronic turtle that was Michelagelo shouted, taking out his nunchucks and flailing about like a fool. "Be one the lookout for hidden trap doors or bazookas aimed at our heads!"
"Don't be ridiculous….. I would never use bazookas." Sniper rifles were always the better option.
"Let's cut the small talk, we're working on our own thing as it is." Raphael stated with a growl.
"I looked into your 'friendly neighborhood tip'. Made sure to inform myself about the Kraang." Tombstone answered.
"Oh really?" Donetello crossed his arms. "What did you find out?"
"Not too much." He pulled out a dictionary sized binder. "It's a bit of a rabbit hole personally, looney theories and obscure transactions. The term 'Kraang', seems to have quite the dated history, the farthest I could research was in the 1800s." By that point there was no real reason to keep going for ancient information, focusing on current was the main priority.
"Great, so not only do they have the tech, they have centuries of experience over us." Leonardo grumbled, gripping his hands.
"And they're about to use it." He pulled out a file. "Yesterday, fifteen planes with at least one identification of 'Norman Kraangenoffer' came to, or around, New York City. And tomorrow has been scheduled to delay and all air traffic away from the state."
"So whatever they're planning to use is going to attack from the air." Spider-man assumed. "And it's likely going to come from the portal. Donnie, tell me there's a solution to this."
"None other than blowing it up, which I remind you, we DON'T have the capability of doing." The intelligent turtle spoke with a grumble.
"I do." Tombstone stood up, walking to a wall, covering the code he imputed as it opened up into a large array of weapons and explosives. "What Calibur?"
"...Of course you got a secret weapons vault, why not?" Spider-Man groaned. "Alright Donnie, tell us what to-"
"Wait….is that…" Donetello got closer to one of them. "It is….that's the implosion device!" He grabbed the small red blaster. "How did you get your hands on this?! It was lost between the fight with Shredder's goons and the Kraang!"
"I found a way." He responded. Tombstone may have needed them, but it was best to keep a few cards close to his chest. And he lost about fifty men trying to pry it from the streets before anyone else could.
"Either way, this is perfect!" Donetello shouted with excitement and joy in his voice. "With this weapon, we'll be able to blast through the portal's shielding and take down TCRI before they can even blink!"
"Not to be ungrateful for the early Christmas present, but why help us at all?" The wall crawler glared.
"I am a businessman first and foremost. And there's no business to be had in the destruction of the world." He answered honestly. "Call it an investment to my own survival."
"Well at least your honest about it." Leonardo sighed as he turned around. "We'll be taking our leave….and don't get comfortable Tombstone." He pointed his sword at him. "Next time we see each other, we'll be taking you down."
"I haven't the foggiest idea what you're referring to." He spoke in an even tone. "I believe you'll be quite occupied with MUCH more important matters in the near future than to bother with a simple entrepreneur."
The turtles simply glared before taking their leave … you know, it really was refreshing to be bluntly honest in a weird sort of way. Just like his old days …
Kirby looked over his daughter one more time. "Are you sure you don't feel any pain, because we can get you a splint or …" He saw Splinter knock April to the ground one too many times for his liking and he would be perfect to not let a single hair on her head get taken out of place anytime soon.
"Dad, for the last time, I am FINE!" Was his daughter always this feisty and argumentative? He was certain she was a lot calmer five months ago. "Splinter isn't hurting me and I know how to take a punch, trust me, I know what I'm doing.
"Yeah, when Splinter tries to hurt someone there's a LOT more bruising and blood." The orange turtle added, causing Donnie to hit him in the back of the head. "OW!"
"Not helping." The intelligent turtle growled. "It is simple self defense, Mr. O'neil. I assure you Me and everyone else here will be in the line of fire long before anything remotely dangerous reaches April." He held up what apparead to be a rather non-threatening looking blaster device. "Especially now that we have something to blow up the portal to dimension X."
"Really?" It sounded too good to be true. "You have a way to tear apart those horrible monsters for good!?"
"In theory, yes." He nodded. "We just need to break into TCRI and get in there to deal any lasting damage."
"And if what Tomby said is right …" He turned to see Peter, the blue turtle, and the red one stare at a diagram. "Then Kraang from all over the world are fortifying TCRI as we speak. Double the guards minimum …"
"We probably should've grabbed more of the pale man's weapons while he was being 'generous'." Raph stated. "Wouldn't have hurt to grab an extra missile or two to go along with it."
"Wouldn't matter, we've seen inside, their security is too tight." Leo pointed out. "We jumped out of a window on the top floor, what's to say we can't do the opposite and go through there? A direct path to the portal."
"I'll have to make oxygen converters then. No doubt they've restocked on their own atmosphere last time we were there as well." Donetello pounded his fist in his palm. "They might also have … what did Leatherhead call him again? Traag?"
"Ah what now?"
"Giant lava man that can reassemble himself iron giant style." Mikey explained. "Like, there was NO way we could've taken him down at all, it took everything Leatherhead had just to push him back."
"Well if I didn't hate the odds before I sure as do now." Peter groaned. "What else do they got?"
Ding
Everyone turned to the orb, which was now beeping and blinking with dotted pink lights all over. "… Have you been able to figure that thing out yet, cause now's the time." Leo asked.
"No, but I have been able to hook it up to my Kraang to Earth Language translate…I think it's some kind of communication orb." Donnie continued as he typed on his computer. "It's actually made the process of skimming through the data much easier….alright, we should be able to know what it's saying…..now!"
"The invasion of Kraang known as the invasion of earth by kraang is to commence in precisely six earth hours, of which the what is known as the invasion of earth by kraang will commence with the arrival of the Technodrome."
"Techno what now?" Mikey asked. "Wait, INVASION!?"
"Didn't they need April or something!?" Raph asked in a panic.
"I guess without the bait to lure in their key, they've decided to speed up their plans early." Spidey observed. "Anything we can get on this technodrome thing?"
"Lets see, the files are still stifling through the data…oh…. Oh boy …" Donnie said with a hint of fear. "Looks like I was on point about the city sized war machine." He pointed to the screen, revealing a big… MASSIVE dome-like structure that easily trumped the city by three-four times.
"… We're doomed." Kirby panicked. "DOOMED!" Why did it have to be him and his daughter? They were good people!
"Dad, STOP FREAKING OUT!" April shook him rapidly. "We're not doomed! You heard the guys, they have the weapon to take out the portal!" She waved to the vigilanties. "They haven't failed to save the day once, and I trust them completely to do it again."
"And we have six hours to do it." Leo stood up. "Everyone, gear up, and prepare yourselves with whatever you need. We're dealing with the Kraang at their best this time. We're taking the fight to them."
"I have to read up on comic tropes!" Mikey rushed out of the room.
"I better restock on the web fluid then." Spider-man walked over to a private corner of the room.
"I'll fill us up on actual lethal weapons." Raph stated, walking out of the room. "This isn't the time to pull punches after all."
"...We're doomed." Kirby couldn't help but repeat. The fate of the world rested in the hands of five teenagers…..was it too late to try and find a bomb shelter and wait the disaster out?