My name is Honeycutt, although I've been reclassified as the Fugitoid. A freak accident caused my mind to be transferred into the body of a robot.

"Find that Fugitoid!"

I am being hunted down by some rather uncouth gentlemen from my own government who want to force me to build my intergalactic teleportal device as a weapon of mass destruction. But I was aided by four strange-looking green fellows who fortuitously materialized out of nowhere. They helped me escape the Federation ruffians, only to have me captured by the Federation's sworn enemies, the Triceratons.

"Help! I'm being robo-napped!"

Oh dear, what became of my friends after that, I have no idea...

Ooh, ooh, I know, I know! We were trying to rescue Professor Honeycutt, we followed him into this Triceraton bunker, only it wasn't exactly a bunker.

"We're in space?"

And it wasn't exactly full of air, and I'm not exactly sure how much longer we're gonna be alive!

The Triceraton hover shuttle flew through a wormhole and headed for a Triceraton Mothership. On the flight deck, the door opened and two Triceratons marched Professor Honeycutt forward. Seated in his command chair, Commander Mozar spun around to face him. "Ah, Professor Honeycutt. You honor us with your esteemed presence."

"Oh, why, thank you. I… Wait! How do you know who I am?"

"We learned your identity from an old friend of yours. General Blanque." If the Fugitoid had a heart, it would jump right now. "We know you hold the secret of the ultimate weapon inside that robot brain of yours," Mozar said as he tapped Honeycutt's metal head. "And the Triceraton Republic will have it one way or another." He turned to one of his officers and said, "Ensign, I want this scout ship inventoried and inspected for damage when we land."

The shuttle entered the docking station on the Mothership and then the Mothership sped away into the wormhole. The ensign and a group of soldiers entered the cargo hold of the shuttle and spotted the sealed up hole in the hull. "The hull's been breached," the ensign said.

"Sir, stowaways!" a soldier pointed to the five ninjas, who were all sitting in a Lotus position.

"This chamber had no atmosphere," said the ensign. "They can`t possibly be alive." He put Raph's hand to his ear to check for a pulse.

"Get your paws off me, you ugly three-horned dinosaur," said Raph.

This startled the Triceratons. "Alive! But how?"

"It`s called Qigong, internal breathing," explained Leo.

"Our ninja training teaches us how to slow our breath and heart rate, enabling us to survive the loss of atmosphere," said Donny.

"For a while, anyway," said Dante.

"I don`t know about you, bros, but now I'm ready for a taste of good old oxygen," said Mikey. He took a deep breath, and he started choking. The air smelled so horrible, it was unbreathable.

"Oxygen," the ensign asked. "We Triceratons breathe a hearty mixture of nitrogen and sulfur." Upon hearing that, the other ninjas began choking as well. The ensign ordered his companions, "Take them away for interrogation. And get me five atmosphere converters."

The Mothership exited the wormhole and Mozar led Honeycutt out onto a viewing ramp. "Behold! The Triceraton Homeworld! Glorious, is it not?" The Fugitoid was speechless. The Triceraton Homeworld wasn't a planet, but a flying fortress made from a giant piece of a planet, the result of the Triceratons literally tearing their world apart after a civil war. "Come. The High Council awaits," said Mozar.

Prime Leader Zanramon, a Triceraton dressed as a Roman emperor, was seated at the head of a lighted triangular table, with six other Triceratons seated around the two sides. The Fugitoid stood at the pointed tip of the table under a spotlight. Zanramon said, "I can offer you protection from your Federation pursuers, plus full rights as a citizen of the Triceraton Republic. You need no longer be a fugitive robot."

"That's very kind of you, Prime Leader Zanramon, but l cannot in good conscience build a device that could potentially be used for such destructive purposes."

Zanramon slammed his hands on the table. "You will be crushed into submission!" He quickly recomposed himself, I mean… Ahem. My friend, the Triceratons only seek stability, not conquest. Your teleportal will be a weapon of peace, not war."

"I only wish I could believe that," said Honeycutt.

The communicator on Zanramon's control panel beeped, and then a holographic image of the Triceraton ensign appeared, holding holding the ninjas' weapons. "Please excuse us, Prime Leader, but we found something on the scout ship."

"This had better be good, Ensign. Put it onscreen."

The screen then showed the ensign with the ninjas held captive. "We discovered these stowaways in the hold and -"

Professor Honeycutt gasped. "The boys! Here? How?"

Unfortunately, Zanramon heard him and he raised an eyebrow. "You know these creatures and the human?"

"Please don't harm them!"

"As you wish. Keep the creatures alive, Ensign… for now." Zanramon ended the call before turning to the Fugitoid. "Let's skip the diplomacy, shall we? You have one orbital cycle to begin work on your teleportal. If you refuse, your friends will be executed." Honeycutt gasped.

The ship holding the ninjas captive landed in the yard of a prison fortress and its door opened. "Prisoners, move out," ordered one of the guards. The ninjas, all now wearing special atmosphere converter masks, stepped out. Donny paused to look around, only to get shoved forward by one of the guards. "Hey, watch it," he shouted.

The others were shoved forward as well until they were all on a moving sidewalk. As they approached the prison, they saw a large inmate being forced by three Triceratons into another ship. He was screaming and begging, "Aah! Have mercy, please! No! Please don`t take me to the games! Anything but the games! Let me go!"

The sight of it made Dante gulp. Donny asked, "Okay, I'll bite. What are the games?"

"Pray you never find out, alien," their escort said with a smirk. He called out, "Fresh meat. Ready for processing!"

The moving sidewalk stopped in front of a large machine. Another Triceraton stood behind a control panel. He pressed a button and a circular device with several mechanical 'arms' slid across the ceiling, topping above the ninjas. "Prisoners, step back with your hands up," the escort ordered. The ninjas did as they were told and glowing bracelets appeared on their wrists. The Triceraton manning the control panel pressed another button, and the bracelets, which were actually handcuffs, clamped the ninjas' wrists together. As they tried to free themselves, one of the arms came down and slapped a glowing symbol onto their biceps, making them yell in pain.

But Dante was forced to suffer further humiliation. The machine's arms literally ripped his clothes and shoes off and forced him into an uncomfortable turquoise prison jumpsuit. Raph wanted to destroy the Triceraton operating the machine, but Leo held him back.

The ninjas were led to their cellblock and to their cell. The guard opened the door and forced them in. "Inside, alien scum!"

"Who are you calling alien, dino-beak?" Raph snapped at him. The guard raised his hand to hit him. "Uh-uh-uh. Your boss wants us alive."

The gaurd pressed a button on his keycard and the symbol on Raph's shoulder shocked him. "I can make you wish you weren't," the guard said as he slammed the door shut.

Dante ran up to the door and banged his fists on it. "You're gonna regret this, dinosaur breath!" He exhaled, his anger now spent, and he turned to face his brothers. "What do we do now?"

"We plan our escape," said Leo. "For now, we play by their rules."

Mikey rubbed his belly. "When's lunch? What? Don't look at me like that, guys! I'll eat anything at this point."

Dante sighed as he sat on his cot. "I'm with Mikey on this."

A chime sounded inside the prison and the cell doors opened. The ninjas, along with many other alien lifeforms who were also prisoners, stepped into the corridor. A guard shouted, "Move it out! Chow time."

"Finally. I'm so hungry I can't think straight," said Mikey.

"And here I thought you were just born that way."

"What, hungry, or not thinking straight," Dante asked Raph.

"Both."

"Oh, a wise guy," said Mikey, before he bumped into a large pink alien wearing a gas mask and the same type of prison suit Dante was wearing. The alien glared at Mikey and shouted, "No one touches Rynokk!"

Raph and Dante jumped in front of Mikey, ready to defend him from this big pink freak, but Leo and Donny held them back. "Raph, Dante, we gotta keep a low profile," reminded Leo.

"But he-"

"Dante, it's not worth it."

Rynokk laughed and stomped off. Another alien, this one having a gray skinny body with white splotches on it, gripped Leonardo's arm. "You don't want to mess with Rynokk. He`s the king of this cellblock. I`d make nice with him if I were you."

"I'll be nice," Dante growled. "Like a tick is nice to a dog."

"But they're not," said Mikey.

"I know. It's called sarcasm."

Mikey sighed. "You hang out with Raph too often."

"It's not my fault I'm his favorite turtle," Raph said with a smirk.

They entered the cafeteria. Prisoners were seated at tables eating their meal, while others served themselves from dispensing machines. The gray alien, whose name was Sleeg, by the way, showed them the ropes. "Now, remember, desserts are the main commodity on the inside. You can use them to buy and sell just about anything."

Dante glanced to the right and saw a prisoner stealthily exchange what looked like drugs to another prisoner in exchange for dessert. "So I see."

"No way anyone's getting my dessert," said Mikey as he pulled a lever and dispensed a glob into his bowl. He then proceeded to stuff his mouth.

Nearby, a guard handed a scrub brush to a prisoner who was holding a bowl filled with similar appearing gunk. "You! Wax detail! I want to see that floor shine," the guard ordered.

Sleeg walked up to Mikey and said, "Uh, those are the desserts over there." He pointed to a dispenser further down the line, then at the machine Mikey just used. "That's the floor wax dispenser."

Mikey's eye twitched. "Floor wax?!" He turned greener than normal and ran for the garbage can to throw up.

"Not off to a good start, are we," Donny asked.

"It will get worse when they realize your friend just hurled in the salad bar," said Sleeg.

Dante sighed as Mikey vomited some more. "They really oughta put labels on these things," he said, shaking his head.

Inside a laboratory, Professor Honeycutt was working on the teleportal, only to let out a yell of frustration and anger toward himself as he smashed the equipment, causing the two Triceratons to point their weapons at him. "What am I to do? If I build my teleportal, I can help the turtles and their human companion return to their home planet. On the other hand, I can`t put the most dangerous weapon in the galaxy in the hands of those horrible Triceratons. Yet, I can`t let them execute those poor little fellows. Oh, I should have never designed the teleportal device in the first place."

After chow time was over, the ninjas were escorted back to their cell. "We need to step up our escape plan," said Leo as he reached into his belt. "I got spoons. What did you guys swipe?"

Dante shook his jumpsuit's left pant leg and a spork fell out. "I got a spork. I had to trade all my dessert to get this."

Raph reached into his mouth and pulled out a small, plastic cup. "I got a cup."

"I got some floor wax," said Donny.

Mikey, realizing he forgot to steal something, improvised. "I got a rock." Everyone glared at him. "Oh, right, like we're gonna use floor wax to bust outta here."

"Maybe," said Donny, putting some floor wax on the ground. "If my theory is correct about its chemical composition, mix this with a little soot..." He sprinkled some soot from the floor on it. "...add a drop of moisture..." He dripped some liquid from his atmosphere converter's filter. "...and you`ve got a crude but effective smoke bomb." Smoke immediately billowed out of the floor wax. "Yes! I love it when I'm right."

"I've been timing the cell block gate," said Raph. "Once it's open, there's a five second delay before the lock resets."

Leo drew his plan in the ground with one of his spoons. "Once we get past that, we can access the drainage system. That`ll get us into the exercise yard. From there, we stick to the shadows and scale the outer wall."

"After that, we find ourselves a ship in the flight bay, and use it to spring the professor and escape the Triceraton Homeworld," said Dante.

"We still need to lift a guard`s key card," said Donny. "That`ll require a distraction."

"Finally, something I'm good at," said Mikey.

"Then it`s settled," said Leo. "We go tonight."

Once again, it was chow time at the cafeteria. The ninjas waited until the guards passed by and then Donny took his improvised smoke bomb from his belt. "All right, I've wrapped the smoke bomb in a damp cloth. It'll act like a fuse, delaying the chemical reaction by about six hours." He stuck the smoke bomb under the table.

"Showtime, bros."

Leo stopped Mikey. "Hold up. We got trouble."

Rynokk lumbered by, stealing everyone's food. "Give it up, weaklings." He stopped at the ninjas' table. "Hand over yours, freak."

"Who are you calling freak, freak," snarled Dante as he poked the big alien in the chest.

"NO ONE TOUCHES RYNOKK!" He grabbed Dante by the head and slammed him face first into his food.

"That's it!" shouted Raph.

"Raph, wait! Don`t!" But Raph ignored Donny and kicked Rynokk in the face. He landed on his back and Raphael stood in front of him. Leo tries to grab the guard's key card while he's distracted, but then the guard moved before he could even touch it. Two more guards ran over, but the first guard stopped them. "Wait. This should be good," he said.

The other aliens formed a circle around Rynokk and Raph. Rynokk tried to hit the turtle, but Raph dodged each attempt. The aliens began chanting Rynokk's name as Raph kicked Rynokk in the chest, but it didn't move him. Rynokk picked Raphael up by his shoulders and slammed him down on a table. Raph grabbed a handful of food and tossed it in Rynokk's face. Rynokk released his grip to wipe the food out of his eyes, and Raph kicked him down. "That was for my brother," he growled.

The crowd let out a collective gasp, and then changed their chant. "Green guy! Green guy! Green guy! Green guy!"

"No, no, no," Dante shouted. "It's Raphael! Raphael! Raphael! Raphael! Raphael!" Now everyone was chanting Raph's name.

"These shellbacks have spunk," said one of the guards. "They`ll make prime candidates for the games."

"I'm curious to see what that human boy can do," said another.

Rynokk roared and leaped at Raph, who jumps onto the end of the table, causing it to flip upright and slams into Rynokk's head. He wobbled around, and then fell unconscious. The crowd went wild.

"I've seen enough!" The guards zapped Raph with the electric symbol and locked his hands together. "Take him to solitary!"

"Get your hands off me!" Raph shouted as the guards dragged him off.

After returning to his cell with his remaining three Dante felt bad as he wiped his face clean with his jumpsuit's sleeve. "I blew it. It's because of me Raph's in solitary."

"It's alright," said Donny. "Knowing Raph, he probably would have beat up that big lump anyway."

"Right now, we improvise," said Leo. "All right, Plan B. We can still make it into the drainage system from solitary. We just need to spring Raph first."

"But how do we get close enough to a guard to swipe his key card?" asked Donny.

"If a prisoner's really sick, they have to take him to the infirmary, right?"

"How do you make that convincing?" Mikey asked as he munched on some chips he took from the cafeteria. Dante, Leo, and Donny looked at each other, then Dante said, "Looks like you're going to have to take one for the team, Mikey."

"What do you mean?" Mikey got the answer to his question when Donny held up some floor wax. "No. No way!" The three of them slowly approached him. "Oh, come on, guys!"

"GET HIM!"

Dante and Leo held Mikey down while Donny shoved the floor wax down his throat.

Two guards were doing their rounds when they heard Donny, Leo, and Dante crying out for help.

"Help! Help! Guard! Guards, we need help! Help! Come quick!"

"Guards, my brother's really sick."

"He's not gonna make it!"

The guards used a key card to enter the cell. Mikey was on his knees and one of the guards lifted him by his shell. "Fools! That trick won't work in here!" Mikey's cheeks bulged...and then barfed all over the guard's face.

"We warned you," said Dante.

The guard violently dropped Mikey and growled, "Disgusting."

Suddenly, an alarm went off and a voice on the intercom shouted, "Code red, cafeteria! Repeat, code red, cafeteria!"

"Hmph, it's been six hours already," Dante asked to himself.

"I'll deal with you filth later," said the guard as he and his companion left.

"Did you grab their key card, Donny?" Leo asked.

"I thought you were gonna get it."

Dante said only one word. "Oops." Mikey suddenly coughed up the key card. "How did you..."

"Don't ask, Dante. Raph better appreciate this."

"I`m not touching that key card," said Donny. "At least not any more than I have to." He used a toe to press the button that unlocked their wrist restraints. He then picked up the key card with his toes, and lifted it towards his brothers, pressing another button that made the symbols attached to their arms peel off. Spinning on one foot, Donny then pointed the key card at the door and pressed a button to make the door slide open. They looked into the corridor and saw guards exiting their cell block.

"Five seconds till the lock resets," said Donny.

They began running for the door at the end of the corridor. Mikey belched and struggled to keep up with his brothers. The door started to slide shut. "Move!" Leo shouted.

Mikey groaned, "You try moving after losing your lunch."

Leo, Donny, and Dante made it past the door and turned to see Mikey clutching his stomach and moving slowly. As the door came down, Mikey leaped, but landed just short of the entrance. His brothers grabbed him and yanked him to safety just before the door slammed down. The quartet raced through another corridor, and the Donny stopped at a door. "Now, if l read my Triceratonese correctly, this should be where they're holding Raph." But when he opened the door with the key card, all they saw was a janitor's closet.

"Uh, maybe we should see what's behind door number two?"

Not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, the turtles took the cleaning supplies to use as temporary weapons. Like Master Splinter said, in the hands of a ninja, anything can be a weapon.

Donny spun a broom around like a bo staff. "Ha! At least it's not a total loss."

Mikey held up a pair of toilet scrubber brushes tied together by a chain. "Hey, what do you think?"

"That I don't want to know where those brushes have been."

"If it's alright with you guys, I think I'll stick with this." Dante held up the spork. "I have a great feeling about this one."

Leo took two plungers, which he spun and then placed into his sword sheathes. "Not exactly katanas, but –" The sound of someone pounding on a door interrupted him. Donny opened the door and they found Raph waiting behind it with his arms crossed. "What took you guys so long?" he asked.

"Something came up," said Mikey. "Actually, a LOT of something came up."

"Trust me, you don't want to know," said Donny.

"Hey, sorry about getting you in this mess," said Dante.

"Hey, no worries, kid. I probably would have beaten up that muscle head either way," said Raph.

"That's what we said," said Mikey.

"You bring me a weapon at least?" Raph asked. Leo handed him the two spoons he swiped from earlier, much to his annoyance. Beggars can't be choosers, he thought.

Now they can make their escape. "Come on. We can access the drainage system this way," Leo said.

Back with the Fugitoid, he made little progress. Zanramon entered the room. "Professor Honeycutt, your time is up. Now watch as the first of your friends is executed before your very eyes. You could have saved them." He activated the large viewing screen, but the interior of the ninjas' cell was empty, much to his shock. "Gone? Guards!"

The boys hopped their way out of a grate and made their way to the prison yard. They ran to a wall that was far away from the search lights. "Congratulations, guys. We just made early release."

Spoke too soon, Donatello. A spotlight suddenly caught them as alarms blared. Shading their eyes, the boys looked up to see several guards approaching. "Subdue the prisoners," the lead guard shouted. A guard pressed a button on the remote he carried, but to his confusion, nothing happened. "I said subdue the prisoners!"

Dante chuckled as he held up the shock sticker. "Missing something," he asked before tossing it aside. "Brothers! Arm yourselves," he shouted as he pulled out the spork. The turtles took out the cleaning supplies and spoons, ready to fight. The sight of them made the guards laugh...until Leo threw one of his plungers onto the lead guard's face before kicking him aside and grabbing it back.

Donny used his broom to knock a guard off his back while Raph shouted "SPOONS!" and used his spoons to parry and block a guard's attacks, and then jammed one of the spoons under the guard's chin. "Not so tough without your little shock button, are ya?" Another guard grabbed him from behind, but Raph struck sensitive spots on his arms with the spoons and then kicked both guards away.

Dante parried and doged another guard's attacks, then rolled out of the way before stabbing the spork into the guard's tail, making him yelp. He tried to whip Dante with his tail, but Dante managed to jump out of the way before slamming his forehead into the guard's knocking him out cold. Then he groand and rubbed his forehead. "That was a bad idea. These guys' skulls are hard!"

Chased by three guards, Leo used the plungers to grip the wall as he ran up the side, and then kicked the guards down. They fell in a groaning pile and Leo spun the plungers before kissing both of them. It took him a second for him to realize what he'd done. "Yuck!"

Michelangelo used his brushes like nunchaku, defeating a pair of guards. "What do you know? These things clean all kinds of toilets."

Donny fell to the ground, with a Triceraton on top of him. Using the broom, Donny held the guard's horns away from his face. Mikey raced over, leaped onto the guard's back, and caught the horns with the chains on his brushes. He pulled the guard to his feet and off of Donny, riding the guard like a rodeo bull. "Yee-haw! Hi-yo, Triceraton, away!" Donny slammed the broom into the back of the guard's legs and knocked him down.

Michelangelo landed on the guard's stomach and Donny said, "Hey, not bad for a bunch of cleaning supplies."

A laser blast hit the broom head and burned away the bristles. They looked over to see more guards, all holding blasters. They backflipped over to join their brothers and all four of the turtles ducked to avoid being hit.

"I really wish I had that laser right now," said Dante.

Set your blasters on stun! The prime leader wants them alive," the lead guard shouted.

"If we're gonna go down, we're gonna take a piece of them with us!"

"This is no time to start acting like Raph, Leo," Dante shouted, right before he and his brothers were shot and sent onto their backs. "Ow." The guards surrounded and grabbed them.

"Word's come down from the top," said the lead guard. "They're to be shipped off to the games."

A transport ship came in for a landing in the yard. The guards pulled the ninjas to their feet and marched them to the ship. "So, what exactly are these games?" Mikey asked.

"For you off-worlders, certain doom!" the guard forcing him forward laughed.

The ninjas were loaded into the transport, which took them to another Mothership, this one with a huge triangular shaped arena under its glass dome. The transport landed and the ninjas, again wearing wrist restraints, are marched to a door which slid open, revealing the arena. Inside, a giant, purple colored multi-armed slug creature awaited. It roared, showing rows of razor sharp teeth. The guard pressed a button that releases their wrists, so that their hands were free. The guards shoved them into the arena and the door slammed down behind them.

As the ninjas looked up at the slug monster, Mikey spoke what was on his mind, "You know, I'm really starting to miss the Shredder right about now."

"Personally, I would rather fight Baxter Stockman again," said Dante, wondering if the last thing he'll ever hear would be the sound of the people in the stands cheering for their deaths.

To be continued...