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Dropping out into deep space with smoking engines and small fires throughout several areas of the ship.
It's all hands on deck, as Vilgax's crew quickly got to work on doing several repairs before the damage they received back from Dimension X gets any worse, which wasn't easy as the occasional sparks flashed in several areas, showering them with their heat.
Fumming in anger on his chair. Vilgax is still mad at getting himself into that ambush, and now he has payed the price with some lost pride and heavy damage to his ship.
Those aliens will pay with their lives for what they did to him. However; before he could unleash his full vengeance on them, he first needed to know on the extend of the damage to his ship.
Turning to one of his pilots overlooking his station's computer screen, Vilgax leaned forward, clenching down on the side of his chair. "Status report."
"Are engines have taken heavy damage, while the rest of the ship has only suffered through lighter damaged. We can repair those damages sir, but we need to stop at a repair station to fix up the engines." He reported, while observing the flashing red warnings on the computer.
"Is there any nearby?" Vilgax didn't want to be drifting in space on a crippled ship. He'll be vulnerable to attacks from either raiders or pirates.
"Yes sir. There's one only a few light years away. It's going to take up all of the fuel from the emergency engines, but we should be able to make it there."
"Set a course. I want this ship repaired as soon as possible." Their retaliation strike can only happen with a fully repaired ship.
"Yes sir." Setting in the coordinates on the nava-computer. The ship jerks a bit as all of its fuel went into the emergency engines that just had a enough energy to go into lightspeed.
With them now on their way to the repair station. Much of the crew continued on with their own work on the smaller repairs, while Vilgax stayed in his chair thinking very deeply.
During their short region of terror in Dimension X. Vilgax admitted that his ego got the best of him; as he truly believed that those pathetic aliens would quickly surrender to him and not do such an effective enough defense to actually drive him back.
He was very wrong. It's very clear that his battleship and crew weren't enough to cripple those aliens into submission. What he needed is an army. Yes; an army that's large enough to put up a great fight against them.
If he was back in his own universe. He would've known on where to get one, but now being here in uncharted space that's completely located in an entirely new universe. It's an entirely different story.
It's a small problem, but he fully knew that the best way to recruit an army is by finding aliens, who aren't afraid to do dirty tactics or his all time favorite method; intimate them into following his command.
He'll have to do some research on any local alien races that are known to conquer worlds with advance warfare, when they reach that repair station.
Until then; he'll just imagine himself slaughtering every single one of those aliens, until the very last of their kind begs for his mercy.
Standing on a ledge of the Empire State building. Donnie firmly attaches the last sensor near the edge.
"Make sure it's firmly in place; so the wind won't knock it off the building. Set up the transmission to T-phone, and let's see what else. Ah; oh yes. Have it in position."
Gently moving the dish to point it directly northeast. Donnie stepped back satisfied for he was finally finished with his part of the plan. If his brothers have done their part, they'll have a great scan of the sky that will pick up anything amiss.
Why with these sensors, not even a two headed mosquito can flyby without tripping them.
Clapping his hands together. Donnie prepares his glider to head on back to the Shell-Raiser, so that he can start on monitoring the active sensors.
Getting up to the edge, he takes a glance over to the new, neighboring city. He still couldn't comprehend on it appearing into their world; for teleporting an entire city takes a whole lot of energy.
Energy that could probably move an entire continent off a planet and then dump it on top of another one. It was exactly that energy which scares him deeply; as according to his calculations, the very same energy is due to discharge again soon.
It may not necessary be in his world, but it's certainly going to happen somewhere else, and when it does. He can only hope that no one is going to be underneath on whatever is going to be dumped next.
That city however, despite it's sudden appearance, also made him wonder on what it's like? If he liked, he could have a couple of spy roaches to go and get some visual analysis of the city, while waiting for the sensors to pick up anything.
Turning on his glider, Donnie jumped and flew above the cityscape towards the Shell-Raiser, where it's safely parked in an alleyway, very much away from public view. Reaching near its position, he carefully lands himself on the roof, then went inside.
Sitting at his usual station. Donnie turned on his computer screens, where all of the active sensors lit up in their stationary positions. From what he observed, it looks like that his and Leo's are all active, while Raph's and Mikey's are only halfway done.
He should expect Leo to be back here rather shortly, while Raph may take a bit longer, and Mikey will most likely show up last; especially if he gets distracted by something like pizza.
He'll enjoy this temporary time to himself by doing his work. So far; there's nothing amiss in the sky, the only things up there are the regularly scheduled planes and the occasional helicopters.
More of the sensors soon became active, plus giving him a more detail layout of the New York City sky. He goes to checkout the current readouts, when his T-phone went off.
Quickly answering it, he is met with Leo's voice. "Guys! Come to Wall st, right now! We got trouble!"
"What sort of trouble?" Donnie asked.
"Gang trouble." Leo answered before hanging up.
Having his instructions, Donnie leaves his station and got into the driver's seat. Starting up the Shell-Raiser, Donnie drives off towards Leo's position.
Silently watching from atop of a building. Leo glared down at the destructive scene unfolding below him.
With the sounds of both crashing and loud laughing. This gang is clearly having so much fun on trashing cars, breaking windows, and damaging parking meters.
These were clearly punks that needed a good beat down, but if there are two things that Leo can say about them is that one; they have a good variety of both shapes and sizes in this gang, and two; they were all for some reason green.
What Leo didn't know however is that this was the Gang Green Gang. A gang consisted of Ace the leader, Big Billy, the skinny Snake, short Lil' Arturo, and the slobbery Grubber.
They were essentially tourists here as they have came from the new neighboring city. In a way, they always wanted to head on over to New York, but could never really come here due to not having any money to travel.
However since their city is now right next door to the famous New York. They can come here as they pleased, even though they had to "borrow" a boat in order to get over here.
But coming over to a new city gives them a chance to have their usual fun in exciting, brand new locations without the fear of a pounding by the Powerpuff Girls. At least that's what they think as with Townsville being close by, they can easily fly on over here as much as they please.
Really; they think that it's past their bedtime to be flying around, so they should be alright with having their fun.
Kicking in a large dent on a red car. Ace smirked for that had been his largest one yet.
"Hey Ace. Check this-s-s-s out." Finishing up the last of his spray painting. Snake greatly admired his art of the Statue Of Liberty wearing a much more hotter outfit.
"Nice one Snake." Ace always thought that Lady Liberty's outfit was rather boring.
Nearby; Arturo slid on the road by riding a trashcan lid, creating sparks and left behind scrapes on the payment. While Grubber had broken into a nearby store and was eating a bag of stolen gumballs, which covers his mouth in sticky gum.
"Cannonball!" Dropping down like a rock, Ace casually side stepped away from the car as Billy slammed down on it, completely flattening it.
"Car go flat!" Billy laughed.
"Hate to be the owner of this car." Ace stated in amusement.
The gang continued on with their destructive fun. Not caring at all for the damage or the bad reactions from the people who would have to clean all this up later.
Coming up to a blue truck this time. Ace wanted to create a sick crack on the windshield. So he lowers down and picked up a big, fat rock.
He lifts his arm up to slam it down on the windshield, when something wrapped around his wrist.
Next thing Ace knew; he was tossed up into the air, then kicked on the side; sending him flying a few feet away before crashing back down onto the ground.
The sudden attack on their leader causes the others to stop on what they were doing as they now turned to look at him in stunned silence.
Snake lowers down his spray painting hand, when he's suddenly kicked in the back of the head. Fallowed by Grubber getting punched in the face, spitting out a few, half chewed gumballs in the aftermath.
The remaining members turned to face their attackers, pausing a bit upon seeing that they were four ninja turtles with their weapons at ready.
Swinging his nun chucks in helicopter pose, Mikey took this chance to really look at them before smirking. "Dudes. I love the green, totally matches our style, but you ruin the vibe with your badness."
"Huh? Turtles with weapons?" Billy remarked, pondering deeply about such a concept.
"I don't get it." Arturo added.
"Who cares!" Back up on his feet, while dusting off his pants. Ace pounds his fist against his palm with a sneer. "Let's get them boys!"
Coming at them in a full charge. The turtles leaped in different directions in order to both confuse them and confront the gang individually.
Leo ducks and dodges Snake's punches, then flipped backwards to avoid an incoming blow from Ace, which instead strikes Snake in the nose.
Swiftly turning around to face Leo. Ace gets punched right in the forehead, knocking off his now crooked glasses.
Close by; Donnie blocks off most of Grubber's spit with his spinning staff, he felt disgusted as some have landed on his arms. Using a basic swing, he hits him in the arm, then knocked him off his feet with a calculated sweep.
Spluttering out more spit from impact, Grubber is then sent flying right into a street light.
"Learn to say it. Not spray it." Wiping off the saliva from his arms, Donnie looked over to Raph, who's busy with blocking Aurto's swinging knife, emitting out loud clangs from both of their weapons.
The thrill was absolutely great for Raph; as with having the Purple Dragon beat down stolen from him earlier, taking on these losers is a great substitute. He just needs to keep on his toes as this guy was jumping at him, while trying to stab him with that sharp knife.
Blocking an attack aiming for his head, Raph knocks the knife out of Arturo's hand with a well place smack on the wrist.
Without the knife. Raph now goes on the offensive by punching his stomach, picked him up by the hair, then throws him right at Snake, who was about to hit Leo on the back of the head with a brick before getting knocked over sideways.
Not really paying attention to the two delinquents being knocked away. Leo jumps up and delivered a well place kick on Ace's chest, knocking him back a few feet away from him.
Grunting in pain. Ace held onto his chest, while now looking at the blue mask wearing turtle with new found fear. It's clear that these turtles were very skilled warriors, something which he or the rest of his gang have no chance on winning against. The only thing they can do at the moment is retreat.
"Let's get out of here!" Scrambling to his feet, he makes a run for it with the rest of the gang not far behind him. All except for Billy, who had been a bit busy on watching Mikey swinging his nun chucks around.
"Wow."
"Pretty sweet. Am I right dude." For being a street punk, Mikey admitted that he wasn't that bad.
"Billy!" Ace's voice cried out, alerting him.
"Oops. I gotta get going now Mr. turtle." Rushing off to catch up with the rest of the gang, Billy disappears around the corner with the rest of them.
"Well" Raph began as he cracked his neck in satisfaction. "That was fun."
"Any reason to know on why their skin is green?" Leo questioned.
"I have several theories. None of them pleasant to think about." Donnie answered with a shudder as they either didn't bathe and were absolutly covered in fungi or they spent a little too much time near toxic waste.
"I don't know bros. That Billy guy seemed alright." Mikey exclaimed. It's just too bad that he was hanging out with the wrong crowd.
"Anyways. After a fight like that; I can take it easy back at the lair." Raph can just imagine himself laying on his bed right now, resting more easier upon knowing that those green punks have learned a painful lesson.
"Well; it is getting pretty late." Leo didn't think that those mysterious lights were going to be appearing now, and admittedly he was pretty tired himself.
"Alright! The sooner we get back! The sooner I get to have my late night pizza." Rushing off, Mikey is the first of his brothers to get into the Shell-Raiser.
After the rest of them got in. They drive off towards home, passing by a couple trees that blew in a sudden wind.
From inside the Shell-raiser, they didn't even take notice that in one portion of the sky. A small rift opened up slightly, spilling out purple lighting that strikes the Empire State Building a few times before closing as quickly as it appeared.
Beeping in alarm over the sudden energy spikes. The brilliant Professor Utonium, father and creator of the Powerpuff Girls, couldn't even think of sleep as he stared at his lab computer in alarm.
That had been the third unleashed energy since they got here, and this one was the strongest one yet, since it could actually be seen in the sky for that very brief moment in time.
The other people of Townsville may be a bit excited that they were now right next door to New York City, while of course being a bit freaked out over their bodies having been turned 3D.
And while he was still getting used to his new 3D style himself. It's considerably very minor compared to him trying to get them all back home.
It wasn't at all easy; as he hasn't yet found a safe way to do it, without all of them being disintegrated into atoms. The risk of interdimensional travel on such a large scale is that risky, why it's very lucky that he; along with the entire city of Townsville got here in one piece.
Of course. Those dangerous energy spikes are making this much more harder, if he attempts to do anything now, well; they'll either be erased from existence or have their DNA sliced and get turned into horrifying mutants.
As bad as the first option is. The Professor ultimately chose that would be the best way to go; as it's better be wiped out from existence than be turned into a mindless mutant.
Those energy spikes are also becoming more stronger and stronger after each couple of hours. If this keeps up, they'll not only last longer, but also will become very dangerous as it'll not only unleash lighting, but also F5 tornado level winds that will blow anything or anyone away with enough strength to move a skyscraper off its foundation.
Which is why he needed to fix everything before all hell breaks loose.
Hopefully he won't be too late and that his girls can help stop all this.
Back in New York City in the meantime; his former lab monkey is about to do a major no, no at Shredder's lair.
By this point; pretty much everyone is resting up for the night. All besides Baxter Stockman, who is currently working down in his lab, mixing up mutagen with green and yellow chemicals to create a super form of it; in an attempt to make a super mutant army for the Shredder.
Twitching his fly head, Baxter looked at both the green liquid and the mutagen carefully as this needed to be applied very slowly or else he'll be caught in a unwanted explosion.
"Yes-s-s. It's almost complete-e-e. S-s-soon; Shredder will have a loyal, powerful army that will fallow him to the end-d-d-d." Moving in the chemical, Baxter prepares to pour in a small drop, when suddenly a large explosion from the other side of his lab; causes him to jump in fright and drop both the chemical and mutagen onto the floor.
Not really paying attention to the spill for the time being. Baxter is instead to fixated on a large robot with a glass dome on the head, where a monkey looked down at him with an evil smile.
"What's-s-s the meaning of this-s-s-s?" Baxter demanded, while hovering above his desk.
Letting out a short evil laugh; Mojo JoJo is all too happy to give this house pest an explanation. "I. The evil Mojo JoJo have broken into your lab. Yes; I came in without permission for a evil deed of taking something with force. For I; Mojo JoJo have came for your equipment."
Taking a bit of time to understood on what he had just said. Baxter aggressively clicks his mandibles for no one breaks into his lab to take his equipment. "I'll dissolve you monkey!"
Spitting out acid, it goes in an arch across the room and strikes harmlessly on the dome.
"Ew!" Mojo cringed before firing out a laser from the robot's chest, striking Baxter back against the wall, knocking him out right as he fell onto the floor.
"That was easy." Going into the theft phase of the plan, the bot opens up several hatches throughout its body, where mechanical pinchers came out and proceeded to start taking whatever lab equipment they can grab on to.
He was just about done with his theft, when Tiger Claw followed closely by a squad of Foot-bots stormed into the room. Stopping on the top ledge, he's caught by surprise over the large robot with the monkey inside, stealing the equipment.
His surprise quickly switches to anger; as he let out a loud snarl for this monkey will deeply pay for stealing from the Foot.
"Foot-bots! Attack!" Igniting his rocket, Tiger Claw leads the attack by firing both his laser and ice beam, hitting the robot's body with ice forming on the legs, while the Foot-bots slashed at various spots.
"Fools! Do you think this attack, which is pointless and futile, would get the drop on me? Mojo JoJo! I'll show you why I'm the greatest villain in the world!" Breaking the ice off him, Mojo swings his robot's arms around, knocking back a few of the Foot-bots.
Keeping his distance from the swinging arms. Tiger Claw continues to fire at the robot, aiming at the dome in a plan to shatter it; for when it's shatter, he'll show that monkey on why you shouldn't mess with a tiger.
Stomping down on another Foot-bot, Mojo took notice of the cracks starting to appear on his dome. Swiftly responding to this by typing in a command, the hatches open up again; this time firing out small missiles that flew around, then detonated on contact with the walls, glass enclosures, many of the Foot-bots, the large tube of mutagen in the middle of the room, and Tiger Claw who had tried to dodge them, but got caught in the expanding explosion behind him.
Flying back; he crash lands in one of the destroyed enclosures, momentarily dazed from both the impact and the explosion's shockwave. He only had enough strength to look up at the chaos that is unfolding all around the lab.
There are fires on the walls and in some of the enclosures, the tube of mutagen is completely empty, and the Foot-bots sparked from where they were destroyed. All the while Mojo JoJo laughed loudly over his victory.
Glaring at the monkey with a low growl, Tiger Claw can only watch as he made a retreat through the hole that he created. Shortly afterwards, rubble came down; blocking off the hole.
Fighting off the pain. Tiger Claw slowly came out of the enclosure, assessing the damage that will take about a month to fully repair. He is very much aware that his master isn't going to be pleased by this.
Sure enough Shredder came storming into the room, glaring in rage of this damage before swiftly turning to face Tiger Claw. "What happened here?"
"Some chimp broke in and stole several of our equipment. He came with this mech full of fancy weapons." Tiger Claw swears to himself that he'll have that chimp's head plastered on the wall.
Grunting; Shredder took another glance at the lab, completely angry that now his future plans would have to be delayed until this place is fixed up. "He'll pay deeply for this. Find out on what you can about this monkey, then show him the true meaning of pain."
"Yes Master Shredder." Tiger Claw bowed.
Leaving the lab, Shredder heads for his throne room for this attack has left him restless. Once he was gone, Tiger Claw turned to regard Baxter who has just recovered from the laser attack.
"My aching wings-s-s-s." Suddenly having a broom tossed into his fly hands, Baxter took a moment to register it.
"Clean this up fly boy." Tiger Claw could do it himself, but he has far more important things to do.
Walking away, Baxter is left to look around at his wrecked lab for a couple long minutes. This was going to be a long, miserable night.
Parking the ship in docking bay 19. Repairs are well on the way; giving Vilgax's crew a much needed rest at the station's cantina.
Not joining his crew, Vilgax stood with his arms crossed near the doorway, silently watching as the repair droids do their work on the engines.
It won't be long before the ship will be fully repaired, freely he must add; after some good negotiations with the dock manager.
Soon they'll be leaving this crude station and go searching for an army to lead. Then they'll show those aliens no mercy in the upcoming assault.
Until then; Vilgax may as well take a walk around the station. The hallway is circular with openings to other repair bays, rest areas, and the cantina.
Other aliens kept a wide berth as Vilgax walked through the hallway, which suited him just well for those who didn't get out of his way were effortlessly pushed aside. Eventually; he reaches a elevator that will take him up to the upper levels.
Stepping into the elevator. He stands tall amongst the other aliens, who all briefly looked up to him before going back to their business as the elevator went up to the top level of the station.
Here; it was like a small city with store fronts, restaurants, and advertisement everywhere. Mildly impressed, Vilgax walked amongst the crowd, passing a couple of glances at the aliens that are either standing in lines or are eating.
One set of aliens have gained his full attention however. These aliens were green, had antennas, and are armed with blasters.
These three aliens were just standing around, watching passing aliens with the occasional shoving of those who got too close to them. "Keep moving. You don't want to earn the ire of the mighty Irken Empire!" One of them stated.
An Empire? Hmmm; that could be useful for his cause.
The Irken soldiers don't pay any notice to Vilgax, even when he was starting to walk on over to them; as they are much to occupied with their current affairs.
"I can't believe that we been assigned to this backwater station." One of them complained.
"Relax. It could've been much worse. We could've been assigned to the nightmarish world of Glarr." Now there was a planet you wouldn't want to be stuck in; as it was always night, had hungry predators at every corner, right along with poisonous plants, quicksand, and acid rain.
"True, but at least there. You don't have to deal with that." Pointing over to a advertisement of a bouncy, purple ball with a smiling face. Obnoxious music burned into the Irken's antenna.
"Well you two pipe down! We gotta have a holding on this station, until the battle cruiser gets here and has this station under Irken control. So until then, keep your P.A.K.S on." The middle one barked.
Following his orders, they shut up and continue on with their observation of the place. Only to then go stiff upon seeing the large alien stepping up to them. "You there."
"What do you want?" This guy better make this quick, otherwise they may have to either arrest him or blast him on the spot.
"I heard that you are part of an empire. Did I hear that right?"
"Why yes you did. What you are looking at here buster; are the proud soldiers of the mighty Irken Empire." The one on the right boasted.
"Interesting. Have you crushed any pathetic resistances?"
"Sure have. No alien species have ever managed to hold off on an invasion." The left one proclaimed.
"How have you done such a feat?" Vilgax's tentacles twitched in anticipation for this is the most important aspect.
"Through infiltration of a targeted world, then send in the fleet to overwhelm the lower lifeforms." A few planets have actually managed to put up a good fight against them, but they always win at the end.
"Don't share our battle plans to this guy!" The middle one snapped. Part of the Irken Empires success is not sharing their secrets to other species. Something which this numbskull on his left, hasn't gotten the full memo yet.
"Sorry"
"Look pal. Why don't you just move along and I won't have to blast your squid head off." Although calamari did sound a bit tasty.
"Actually. I have a proposition for you. A pathetic alien species have started to annoy me and your fleet may prove useful enough for me to completely crush them."
"The mighty Irken Empire doesn't do deals." Raising up his powered up blaster, he motions for him to move along or else.
"I wasn't asking." Suddenly moving forward with a raised foot, Vilgax kicks away the Irken into a fruit stand.
His fellow soldiers are caught by surprise from this sudden action, so they didn't even have the chance to use their own blasters before Vilgax pushed both of them away with one sweep of his arm.
He then grabbed hold of one of their legs and smashed him on the floor a couple of times, then threw him into the other one.
Getting himself out of the fruit stand. The Irken swiftly fired his blaster, which Vilgax blocked with his armored arms.
Going up to him, Vilgax swiftly grabbed a hold of his tiny neck and lifted him up with a tight grip. The Irken could barely breathe as Vilgax turned to face the other two Irkens.
"If you value this one's life. Lower down your weapons or else; I'll rip his head off his body." Pulling a bit, the sound of the skin stretching is audible, efficiently showing them that he meant it, which is all the two other Irkens needed to know as they dropped down their weapons and lifted their arms up in surrender.
Satisfied with their very wise choice. Vilgax drew the choking Irken close to his burning red eyes. "Now then; tell me who your leaders are?"
"The Mighty Tallest!" He choked out.
"And what would I need to do in order for them to fully cooperate with me?" Tightening his grip harder. The eyes of the Irken bulged as if they were going to pop like balloons.
"Snacks! If they have one weakness! It's their love for snacks!" On the verge of passing out, he gives a pleading look for this alien to let him live.
"Very good. Now; let's go to my ship to get acquainted." Easing up his grip, Vilgax takes him; as well as his two lackeys back towards his ship for some more negotiations.