Chapter 8:
The Turtles, the kids, the Professor, the Federation soldiers, and the Triceraton soldiers were all teleported to the TCRI lab, and someone was screaming like a girl for a long time. They were all wondering who, but then they looked at a triceraton. "Um..." He then points to a Federation soldier. "He did it!" The brain like aliens showed up and that girl scream happens again. "Pull yourself together, Man!"
"One thing!" The aliens then teleported the Federation soldiers and Triceraton soldiers away. "Now, come with us!"
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The aliens take the turtles and kids into a room. "Look, we just want our sensei back," says Raph.
"I am fine, Raphael," says Splinter.
The turtles were so happy, they hugged their sensei.
"We are the Utroms. About a hundred of us came here over twenty years ago, as an expedition to observe this planet and its dominant life forms... Unfortunately, we had a critical malfunction in our ship's drive system upon entering your atmosphere... And crash landed! Our craft was almost totally destroyed... Only a third of us survived the crash. We had no way of contracting our home planet, and they thought we had perished. Very little was salvageable from the wreck-mostly our exoskeletons and portable power sources. Using our exoskeletons and false skins, we took up residence here, in your New York City... Found jobs... And were lucky enough to never be discovered... Eventually, we accumulated enough of your currency to buy this building, and we began adapting it to our needs... And stripped the interior to make room for the intergalactic communicator we would attempt to build, using the products of your crude technology... And, later on, we'd use the space for the translocation device... And then you enter the picture! Your Master Splinter told us that you are fifteen- and one-half years old... Exactly that many years ago we had our accident... We were moving the last of our salvage from the ship into the city by truck... It was peak rush hour, so we took some back streets to make better time. It was on one of those streets that a blindman strode into the path of our truck... Our brakes couldn't stop us in time-we were going to hit him! Suddenly a young man leaped from the sidewalk... And pushed the blindman out of our path! Then a cannister was jarred loose from the back of our truck and struck the boy on the head! Once we had called an ambulance, and seen to the care of the old man and the boy, we returned to look for our cannister... But found nothing-it had disappeared! We never knew what became of the cannister, until your master solved the mystery for us. He had witnessed everything from a nearby alley... From his vantage point, he saw the cannister continue to bounce down the street... Moments later, Splinter followed, and found you all alive and unhurt, and covered with the glowing ooze that had leaked from the cannister. Gathering you up into a discarded coffee can, Splinter was himself exposed to the same substance- A mutagenic agent which caused you all to change into what you are today! Meanwhile, we had successfully reestablished hyper communication with our home planet. As we had survived and adapted so well to this world's ways, our leader asked us to stay on and continue observation of your world. And to build a permanent (but secret) base here. We had just completed our translocation device, after years of work, when you entered the picture! Unfortunately, when you smashed the control panel and set off the device, key circuits were crossed—and the resulting power surge melted our communications grid, destroyed the beam suppression systems- And caused an energy flash that was seen all over the city! As a result, we are now besieged by the National Guard and the N.Y.P.D.!"
"We're sorry for our part in all that... But listen—won't the folks on your home planet do something to help you? If you're out of contact for a few days, won't they get worried and send help," asks Leo.
"Sadly, no... To keep discovery risks to a minimum, we only communicate with home once every thirty days... And, since it's only been eleven days since our last message..."
"Well, maybe we can help you with your teleporter," says Donny.
"And I can help," says the Professor.
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The teleporter is ready and the Utroms leave, and the Professor goes with them. The Turtles and Kids say bye to their friends.
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The turtles and kids have pizza together.
The End