A/n: I divided it into two parts just for the sake of leaving a cliffhanger and I wrote this part while listening to "Shell Shocked". I really love that song for some reason.
Part 2 of Master Plan.
Disclaimer: I don't own the turtles.
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To the Rescue
A bunch of Kraang-droids were patrolling around the island as they held their laser guns, walking the perimeter, taking a look at the surrounding area before moving to another spot and repeating the cycle.
A small shuffling noise caught the attention of one of those Kraang and it went closer to investigate. At seeing nothing out of the ordinary, it turned away and was beginning to move towards another side when the noise came again, halting the sentry. It paused in its steps and checked again, coming around a jutted formation.
Only the view of vast pink space greeted the alien. It looked left and then right before the sound of a chain drew its attention and the Kraang turned its gaze upwards. An orange masked turtle holding a nunchuck was the last thing it saw before it was jumped by the young ninja, who knocked it out before the alien could alert the rest of the group.
"Yes! Like a turtle do!" The youngest celebrated his victory with dance moves and turned his gaze towards a dark corner. "See Donnie? Didn't I tell you we'll find some on the Grappling-bug Isle?"
Donatello appeared beside them from the shadowy corner and used his naginata blade to remove the metallic legs, tying the Kraang up so it wouldn't fall out of the external robotic body.
"Grappling-bug Isle?"
"Yeah! Cuz you know, it's an island having lots of these little guys." Mikey gestured widely at the collection of a foot long worms scattered across the whole place, the image making Donnie shudder in disgust.
"I hate to say it, but we might need one of those later. These ropes are weak and won't hold the Kraang for much longer."
"Don't worry, bro. Savage Mikey has got you covered." Saying that, he picked a couple more worms and stored them in his belt.
The purple masked ninja ignored him and hoisted the droid up on his shell before he turned towards his younger brother.
"Mikey, do you know any place around here which is indoors and dark?"
"Yeah. About three island hops from here. Why?"
Donnie only gave a devious smirk in response.
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No. Freaking. Way.
Kraang Sub-prime watched with baffled eyes as the soon-to-be-sawed-alive turtles argued non stop. He thought they would get scared enough that they're about to die and quit squabbling but Lo and Behold!
They didn't.
The only thing he could discern from their unusual reaction was that they were either very brave or very stupid, his imaginary meter's needle leaning more towards the stupid side.
Raph was in a clearer viewing position for watching Sub-prime than Leo was, so the blue-masked turtle leaned his head closer to Raphael while the hothead was letting out another string of insults adressed towards his elder brother.
"Is it working?" Leo whispered to his brother, his action going unnoticed by their captors due to Raph's loud yells.
The red-masked ninja took a subtle look at the Kraang, noting Sub-prime's confused/shocked expression and all of the aliens' attention focused on him and Leo instead of the controls and monitor screens which were showing live footage from security cameras.
"It's working." He confirmed in a low voice before Leo lightly nodded and started yelling to respond to his previous insults, resuming their half planned/half improvised argument.
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Donnie and Mikey watched from the shadows as the alien they had caught gained consciousness.
It attempted to get up and move once it completely came to but was unable to perform such a simple task. That's when the Kraang finally noticed that it was in a very dark place, with the only source of light pointing its way and the limbs of the exoskeleton ripped off. Realizing that trying to make the body work was futile, the Kraang tried to get out of it instead, but there was something long and sticky which bounded him inside the robotic body, securing it in its place.
Mikey felt sorry for the Kraang for tying it up with grappling-bug's tongue like this but he pushed that thought away. They needed info on their brothers' whereabouts and this was the fastest way to do so.
The pink brain struggled once again as it shrieked in agitation, remembering the last time it had been in the exact same prediction.
Why was it always Kraang? First, it was the one called Shredder who kept Kraang as that which is known as hostage for questioning and for the time known as now, it was again Kraang who was held hostage. Can't the ones who call themselves the interrogators decide to take Kraang instead?
The Kraang's struggling and self-pitying thoughts were put to a halt as it was suddenly confronted by two scary and dangerous looking, white-eyed mutants.
"Alright Kraang." Mikey spoke up in a deep voice, his Savage Mikey attire and pupil-less eyes making him seem all the more threatening. "Where have you squishy brains taken the two turtle mutants you captured?"
With another agitated shriek, the alien settled down and closed its eyes, focusing on controlling the robotic body it was locked inside.
The head of the Kraang-droid lit up.
"Kraang refuses to inform you about the location of the place known as the place of holding of those who are called turtles mutants that Kraang captured. Kraang will not tell the ones known as turtles the place of holding of those you wish to call turtle mutants."
"Huh." Donnie mumbled in a mixture of puzzlement and surprise, "Never thought they would be resolute about something."
"I know, right? Did not see that one coming. Especially from a Kraang."
The purple-masked ninja shook his head, "We gotta try something else to get the answers."
A sly grin spread across Michelangelo's white-eyed face, making him look quite creepy in the dark area. But the face didn't scare his elder brother like it would anyone else, instead making him suspicious.
"Uh Mikey? What do you have in mind?"
Mikey's creepy grinning face slowly turned to face Donnie, his expressions frozen on it like an immovable mask of ventriloquist puppet. "Good Cop. Bad Cop."
The Earth genius was unfazed by the theatrics of the Dimension X genius, ignoring them entirely. "Worth a try." He replied with a small shrug, "But I'm the bad cop this time."
"No way, Donnie. You were a bad cop the last time!" Mikey exclaimed in a childish manner, his creepy act forgotten.
"It was Raph! Not me, you dimwit."
"Oh... The room was very dark and I couldn't see who was speaking so I thought that it must have been you; The voice sounded scary."
"Yeah right. I don't sound that scary."
"Dude, have you even heard yourself when your'e angry?"
"My voice is not scary."
"You're worse than Raph."
Donatello rolled his eyes with a sigh, turning away from the stand off with his younger brother, "Can we take this conversation some other time? Seriously, the interrogation?" He gestured with both arms at the bound up Kraang who had been watching them silently all along, confusion written all over its brainy features.
The two brothers blinked at the alien before sharing a wide-eyed look, seemingly just then remembering that they had been bickering like 4-year-olds(or more precisely, like Leo and Raph) in front of their potential source of information. But it looked like the Kraang didn't have a clue about the meaning of their brief exchange so they took a moment to forget about it.
After a full minute of awkward silence, Mikey slowly traced his toe across the floor and turned to face his brother.
"Soooo... Whose gonna be the bad cop?"
There was a very short pause before-
"ME!" The two turtles yelled at once and growled at each other, standing nose to nose before the taller one stepped away a little.
"This isn't working."
"Agreed."
"Our situation requires a brief and fair competition to decide the bad cop."
"I am NOT playing that super knowledge-y quiz of yours so forget it." Mikey declared while accusingly poking his brother's plastron.
"Fine." Donnie swiped the finger away, "We settle this with 'Rock Paper Scissors' then."
"You're on!"
Their game ended quickly, with Donatello being the victor as he had chosen a paper while Michelangelo chose a rock.
"Aw man," Mikey whined as he wilted in disappointment, "I really wanted to be the bad cop."
"Don't worry, Mikey." Donnie said with a sympathetic pat on his younger brother's shoulder. "We might let you be that the next time. And besides, being a good cop suits you more anyway."
Mikey let out a tiny whimper at those words before he was suddenly shoved from behind, making him stumble a little.
"Now go get 'em, tiger."
With a sour look pointed at his smug brother, the orange-clad turtle turned towards the alien and skipped on top of the rock slab next to it.
"Hi dude! How you doing?" He sat on the rock with crossed legs while giving off a friendly vibe.
The Kraang didn't move or talk, remaining still with no indication of emotion whatsoever.
"Riiight... So uhh, listen; Have you seen my brothers? Y'know, two dudes, taller than me, red and blue masks, mutant turtles."
"Kraang refuses to acknowledge about those you wish to call brothers."
Mikey looked over his shoulder at Donnie, the flat expression on his face forcing the other turtle to cough into his fist so he wouldn't crack up into a fit of hysterical laughter.
"You can take over anytime now."
"Nah. You're doing great!"
With a sigh, Michelangelo turned back to ask about Leo and Raph again, only to fail. This continued for quite a while, with Donnie enjoying the show as he watched from the shadows.
After nearly fifteen minutes of watching the amusingly unsuccessful attempts, he finally decided to spare his brother when he saw that Mikey was on the verge of losing his temper. He walked out of the darkness, his nictitating membrane sliding over to give a threatening image.
The Kraang's attention was drawn away from a friendly Mikey towards a dangerous Donnie and it flinched back a little.
Don stopped next to his younger brother and Mikey immediately hopped up, "FINALLY! Dude, you really are evil."
"And you are usually not this unsuccessful when we interrogate. In fact, our enemies always rattle everything out after they deal with you."
Mikey gave him a flat look for the second time that day, "Kraang are apparently immune to my annoying-ness."
Donnie chuckled a little before straightening, "Now step back and watch a real interrogator in action."
"Thanks Donnie!" The purple masked ninja was suddenly pushed from behind much like Mikey was, "It's all yours!"
He caught himself before he could face-plant on the floor and sent a glare at Mikey's grinning face. With an annoyed sigh, he turned back to face the Kraang-droid who cowered under his intense gaze.
"I'm only gonna ask this one time." He grabbed the droid and pulled it closer so they were face to face, "Where are my brothers?!"
"Kraang refuses to tell the location of those you wish to call brothers."
Donatello harshly shoved it back before he produced a cylinder-shaped gadget from his belt and showed it to the alien, lowly whispering something as he circled the alien.
Mikey couldn't understand what his brother was saying as he slowly twisted the weird-looking thingamajig inbetween his fingers, bringing the unknown object closer to the droid's face.
It tried to lean away as much as was possible in its bound up condition, the eyes transfixed on the piece of technology. Mikey wondered for a moment what it was but quickly wiped that thought away, deciding then and there that if the Kraang was scared of it so much then he didn't want to know.
When Kraang didn't give away a single clue and remained silent, Donnie pressed an invisible button on the gadget, narrowing his white eyes even more. The tiny thing lit up with beeping sounds and hums and was brought closer to their hostage.
"Stop! K-Kraang agrees t-t-to give the location of those who a-are known as t-the turtles!" The droid stuttered out with static noises.
"Talk."
Mikey watched in amazement as the Kraang rattled out everything it knew about the location of the eldest two, stuttering out not only where or how they were being held but also the layout of their base, including the number of Kraang-droids present there.
A wooden staff hit the alien's face after it finished talking, knocking it unconscious while Mikey stood frozen on the spot, his jaw dropped in awe.
The youngest snapped out of his daze when Donnie sheathed his bo-staff. He looked down and saw an unconscious Kraang before he slumped in disappointment, "Aww, I wanted to have some fun too."
Donnie rolled his eyes and moved outside with Mikey following after him. "You can keep having your fun when we go and rescue the others. You know where that headquarter is, right?"
"Yup. Follow me." He jumped across an island, in the direction opposite to the recently named 'Grappling-bug Isle'.
As Michelangelo led the way to the Kraang base where his brothers were being held, he suddenly recalled what Don had said before he was asked about the location.
"Hey Donnie, what will we be doing there that involves having fun?"
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"Keep your beaks shut!"
Kraang Sub-prime banged on the glass again as he yelled this, in an effort to achieve some silence. It was to no avail and he groaned, oblivious to the fact that an extra two turtles had already infiltrated his current base and deactivated all the alarms, silently incapacitating a whole army of kraang-droids stationed at the hallways and leaving sparking exoskeletons within their wake.
All the while he had his attention fixed on his prisoners. Gosh! they were worse than his own minions.
He sighed and began to stare at them silently, waiting for the rope to elongate further and further. His excitement grew once it extended even more and when Raph's mask tails were swaying just an inch above the buzzsaws, the two turtles suddenly pulled their heads into their shells, preventing them from getting cut.
"What?! C'mon!"
As Sub-prime started pacing with irritation, the far wall swished to the side and a Kraang-droid marched in. For the reason that was beyond him, this one was wearing the human disguise like the Kraang on Earth.
"And what do you want?"
"Kraang wishes to inform the one known as Kraang Sub-prime that..."
On second thought, maybe those two turtles weren't really worse than his minions.
While Kraang Sub-prime was distracted, two swift and silent blurs swept inside and disappeared on the roof. One landed behind the kraang-droids and the other landed behind Sub-prime. The alien was too occupied with listening to a mind-controlled Kraang to notice.
"- to that which Kraang Sub-prime wishes to call the rest of you." Saying that, it left and the wall swished close again. Subprime sighed and turned around, only to freeze as he came face to face with the youngest turtle.
"You?! How did you get in here?"
"Like a ninja, obviously."
"Well, it doesn't matter." The alien grinned and pressed one of the buttons on the console in front of him, "You will never be able to save your brothers when you are too busy fighting us."
Mikey paused, looked around the place with a bored expression before turning back to Sub-prime and gave him a questioning look. The pink alien only got confused and pressed the button again.
Nothing happened.
He growled and punched the button over and over, gaining a crazy look in his eyes, much to Michelangelo's amusement.
"Maybe you should stop with that. It's not nice to break your toys."
"What. Did. You. Do?!"
Mikey grinned as he absent-mindedly spun his nunchuck, "Oh nothing." He answered casually with a tiny shrug, "Just took out your whole army when our big bros kept you distracted with their arguments."
A rage similar to that of an out-of-control-Leatherhead appeared on Sub-prime's face and he activated almost all of the weapons hidden in his Irma-bot in a matter of seconds, realeasing a barrage of lasers at the orange-clad ninja who skillfully dodged them.
"Ah ah ah. You shouldn't shoot at your guests." Mikey chided as he flipped over him, taking down the guns with his nunchucks in the process. "Didn't you learn any manners while being on Earth for so many years? I thought you were smarter than the regular Kraang. Or maybe you're not."
That did it. Sub-prime turned around to face Mikey with the look of a feral predator and held up one hand. The metal fingers moved apart to reveal a huge, crystal saw and Sub-prime shoved it towards the youngest without any warning.
Mikey's eyes widened for a split second before he squeezed them shut and held out his hands, "WAIT!"
Sub-prime paused and pulled his arm back, glaring irritatedly at the orange-clad turtle.
"What?!"
Mikey opened one eye and pointed a hesitant finger at the buzzsaw rotating between Irma-bot's fingers, "Is that thing made of energy crystal?"
"Yes." He snapped at the annoying mutant who had interrupted his attack just to ask a stupid question and moved to swing again, but startled to a stop when Michelangelo suddenly let out a very shrill, high-pitched noise.
After the shrieks died down, the alien stared at his opponent in confusion, who only gave a wicked smirk in return. Next thing he knew, the magenta coloured saw rotating in-between the fingers exploded, knocking him off balance and setting the whole arm sparking, which, in return, started a chain reaction setting the whole exosuit sparking.
As the body fell back and began to twitch, Mikey left it and hurried beside the control panel, pushing the buttons on it as fast as he could. He was able to stop the buzzsaws and slide the floor over them in just the nick of time, as they were mere centimetres away from his brothers' shells.
On the far side of the chamber, Sub-prime had managed to hop out of his malfunctioning exoskeleton and was going to jump the orange-clad turtle when out of nowhere, a bo-staff slammed into his face, sending him flying on top of the metal bodies of defeated Kraang-droids.
"Mikey, you okay?"
Mikey twisted about to see Donnie restraining the pink alien brain with a rope and gave him a thumbs up, "Ofcourse bro! Not a scratch."
He turned back and released Leo and Raph from their tight straps. They fell on the metal floor, the impact with a solid surface instead of being sawed forcing them to pop their heads out of their shells with small groans.
Raph slowly sat up and grabbed his head, blinking as he tried to focus on a single point. He felt movement next to him and turned his blurry gaze towards Leo, who was trying and failing to sit up because of the dizziness. Raphael assisted his brother in getting upright as the blue-masked turtle swayed.
"R-Raph?" Leo blinked, rubbed his eyes and blinked again, "Whyra there thlee of ye?" His speech slurred as his eyes slid shut and he sagged against his hotheaded brother.
"Woah, Leo. Stay awake, bro."
Raph supported his weight with one arm and slid the other behind his brother's shell, jostling him just slightly as he tried to keep Leonardo awake.
"Look Leo, your plan worked. They were able to come save us and the Kraang didn't even know."
"They... okay?"
Raph snorted; figures that his motherhen of a brother would be worried about the others more. He quickly steadied himself as a dizzy spell hit him too.
"Guys!"
They looked up to see their purple-masked brother peering in worriedly as he held a couple of breathing units in his hands while Michelangelo worked on opening the cage.
"Hold your breath, you two!" Mikey yelled as he punched one last button and the trapped turtles did as told. There was a tiny beep and the glass was pulled inside the base of their cage, immediately setting the eldest two free. Donnie hurried beside them, kneeling down and giving them each a breathing unit.
"You did it." Leo smiled as soon as he was able to breath properly again. He was responded by being pulled in a sudden group hug from their younger brothers.
"Never scare us like that ever again, you jerks."
Raph breathed out a laugh as he hugged them back alongwith Leo and their holds on each other tightened.
"Missed you too, Braniac."
They stayed that way for a while, reveling in the familiar presence of each other before Donnie noticed that his elder brothers looked weak and tired. Realization hit him that they must have been severely dehydrated, what with the amount of time they spent here without any food or water. Dimension X has different time period relative to that of Earth.
He released his hold on them and pulled away, smiling at them with a mixture of various emotions. Joy, worry, concern and relief being the strongest.
"Let's go home."
"Right." Donnie took out the second portal and presented it to his younger brother, "Michelangelo,will you do the honours?"
"It would be my pleasure, Donatello."
He took the device Donnie handed him and easily activated the portal. Once it had projected the triangle, the younger two assisted their brothers in standing up and the boys made their way to the gateway which led back to Earth.
Raph's gaze swept across the chamber and his eyes seeked the alien whose master plan had utterly failed. He sent the bound up Sub-prime a week grin as he saw the baffled look on the alien's face.
"Told you that you were underestimating them."
He managed to croak out before he, along with his brothers, walked through the portal and it disappeared behind them.
Then the device exploded, sending out the EMPs which turned off every piece of technology within a mile's radius, power outaging the whole base and leaving Sub-prime and the rest of the Kraang in the dark with only a few mutagen canisters offering some light like giant glow sticks.
In one of the dark hallways, a human disguised Kraang-droid twitched for a second before it blinked, as if it had just woken up from a weird dream. It pulled its clothes aside to reveal a deactivated mind-control device planted on the brain and took it out with a sour emotion, recalling that a purple masked turtle had planted it there and then the orange masked one had kept giving out orders for fun which were obeyed by the Kraang.
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A pink triangle appeared in Donatello's lab, several feet in the air and 4 turtles dropped out of it, falling on the ground in a pile. They were pulling themselves out of the tangle of limbs and sitting up when Mikey felt a heavy wait settle over his legs and he moved his gaze downward.
"Uh, dudes?"
They all looked down and saw that their eldest brother was nodding off again.
"Is he okay? Raph was caught too but he isn't as exhausted as Leo is." Mikey stated with concern, eyes never leaving his eldest brother.
"He'll be fine. He did have that extra training with Master Splinter before we left for our evening patrol, remember?" Raph and Mikey breathed a sigh of relief when they've heard Dr. Donnie give the OK. The hothead turned his attention towards Leonardo and shook his brother to rouse him.
"Leo. Wake up."
"...tired."
"You can take a nap after getting in bed, Fearless. Now C'mon."
Letting out a small grown, the blue-banded turtle picked himself up with some effort and Mikey assisted him to one of the two cots that were placed next to each other.
He released a sigh as he was finally laid down on the cot next to his hotheaded brother and closed his eyes. Donnie saw the lines on his brother's face smoothing out and grabbed Leo's shoulder, shaking him to prevent the leader from losing consciousness.
"Hey! Stay awake."
"But Raph said that I could-"
"No, you can't. Not yet." The blue-masked ninja grumbled under his breath and sat up, trying to keep himself alert by staying upright but not realizing that it would tire him out even more.
Donatello pushed him back and worked on inserting the needle of an I.V line into his wrist, taking a bit longer than usual because he kept checking for injuries here and there to make sure his big brother was alright. Satisfied with his inspection, he turned back to his original task.
Leonardo let out a yawn as his younger brother was finally finished with treating him and had moved next to Raphael's cot. "Now can I sleep?"
"Not before you eat something, you don't."
"Awww."
Raph chuckled at seeing the childish expression on his elder brother's face, "You're acting like Space Heroes got delayed or something."
"Shut up, Raph. It's a great show."
Attaching Raph's I.V as he listened to the familiar bickering he feared he wouldn't hear again, Donnie stood up and pushed Leonardo back once more, who wouldn't quit sitting up unless he was thinking about sleeping.
"Leo, Lie Down! I'll bring you two something to eat. And Mikey, can you make sure he stays awake and doesn't get out of bed?"
"You can count on me, bro."
"Thanks."
As the purple-masked turtle left the lab, Mikey walked to stand in front of the cots and theatrically cleared his throat, drawing his brothers' attention, "Now that you have been rescued and everything will be alright, I, Michelangelo, would like to inform you two about the breach of trust, the huge betrayal we all have unknowingly suffered by the hands of our scientist brother."
Confused as to where this was going, Leo and Raph shared a look and turned back to the youngest.
"What are you talking about, Knucklehead?"
"This will be hard for you to take in, dear brother Raphael. But it had been recently discovered by me that Donnie had- "
The mentioned ninja was suddenly behind him, covering his mouth and chuckling nervously, "Well, you see guys, Mikey here was just trying to rile us all up with one of his new imagined scenarios. Right Mikey?" He added with a threatening tone and a death glare pointed towards the youngest.
Mikey recognized the threat and gulped as he gave a reluctant nod.
"I sure hope you don't disturb our exhausted brothers with your annoying tales, Michelangelo. Or else..." Donnie left the whispred threat hang in the air and left his lab.
Silence fell across the chamber and when Mikey was entirely sure that his brother was in the kitchen and wouldn't be able to hear him anymore, he once again turned back to the other two and started speaking.
"Prepare to be shocked brothers, by hearing what exactly happened a few months ago when Donnie didn't join us on our movie night..."
He would later regret ignoring Donatello's threats but it will totally be worth it.
And besides, it will keep Leo awake.
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A/n: Knock Knock, A-team's about to get Shell Shocked!
Oops... got carried away. :D
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