Savior Of The Stars

Crashed and Taken

"Donnie!" Leonardo exclaims, hugging him tightly. It takes Donatello a few moments to get over his shock and sudden fright before he returns the hug.

"Geez, Leo, don't scare me like that!" He chuckles slightly.

"Leo!" Mikey smiles with joy and relief.

"Dudes! Have you seen— APRIL!" Casey runs up behind Leo, and seeing April unconscious in the snow makes his eyes widen as he stumbles toward her.

"I found her pulse, but it's not as strong as it should be. We need to get her warm, quick!" Donnie explains hurriedly, glancing back at his oldest brother. "Leo, can you carry her?"

He nods and carefully picks their redheaded friend up in his arms, glancing around.
"Where did the Professor go..?" He mutters to himself as the small group begins walking again.

"You found the Professor??" Donnie asks, comforted that he is alive. Their very survival depends on him; without the Fugitoid, they will surely perish here.

"Yeah, well, uh, he found us." Leo huffs out as they trek through the thick snow that covers the frozen ground, while chilling winds gust through and small ice fragments clink against their helmets. "He's probably repairing the ship right now."

Donnie sighs as he, Mikey and Casey huddle together to fight off the cold and follow Leo back to the ship. He makes a mental list of the top priorities to take care of to take his mind off the pain crawling up his leg, and the cold surrounding them; resuscitating April, treating Mikey's arm, treating his ankle, repairing the ship, and last but definitely not least, retrieving Raphael and Y/n. All before they run out of oxygen...

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In the underbelly of The Dragons Delight, Raphael and Y/n work hard, sawing away at the iron bars that had clearly been attempted by previous prisoners. Raphael mutters something about how 'unoriginal' this escape is, and how 'his laser Sais better not be ruined after this', but after drilling your brains out for some type of plan, this was the best either of you could come up with at the moment. After what seems like hours, but was probably only 15 minutes, one of the crew members trudges down the metal steps and to your cells.

"Cap'n wants'ta see ya." He speaks with a lazy,heavily accented tongue as his large, dark greenish grey fingers fumble with the keys to your cells. He mutters several profanities under his breath until he retrieves the correct key, and then the pirate's grimy, large hands seize you both. He tugs you along, up the stairs and through a hallway of golden brown wood; past the kitchen where a person with more robotic parts than flesh labors over a large, steaming, bubbling pot of stew. Dragged beyond the large room full of hammocks and cots with napping space bandits, and up another, larger set of stairs, you and Raphael finally stand on the top deck with many fugitives, outlaws and all around dirty pirates on all sides of you. You glance at Raphael and find him eyeing all these thieves and tricksters warily.

'If he keeps that up, he's bound to get himself in a fight.' You think to yourself, standing straight and tall while remaining cautious and alert, your eyes low and almost always glued to your feet. You hear a set of boots that stand out from the rest: swagger, and overconfident. Strutting towards you with a sense of arrogance and pride... Medusa.

"Y/n," she purrs with a superior yet playful atmosphere, ogling at Raphael as if he was her next meal.

"Tyra." You reply stiffly, your stare cold and unwelcoming. She frowns at the usage of her first name.

Circling around you, her dust-red eyes scan you up and down.
"How you have grown from our last meeting. Worked on the arms, I see." She chuckles and plants her feet in front of you, her arms crossed and most of her dark dreadlocks hanging over one shoulder. "I'm surprised you've traveled this far from your home, and with earthling mutants, of all the beings in this galaxy!"

"What's wrong with earthlings?" Raph speaks up quite suddenly with an offended tone, wearing a slight frown on his face.

"Not now, Raphael," you order, taking in a breath through your nostrils. "What must we bargain for our freedom?" You inquire of Medusa, steeling yourself for the most outrageous demand possible.

"Nothing."

In mere seconds, your head spins, and your heart sinks to your stomach. Unknowingly, you gulp loudly, receiving a smirk from Medusa as she senses your fear.

"You want... nothing... which means..."

"I am not going to free you. I may sell you... put you to work... there are many options to explore." She grins at Raphael, and he grimaces, his stomach churning with fear and disgust.

"There must be someth–" Medusa stops you with a simple gesture of her tanned hand.

"What I truly want, you cannot give. Neither can you, sadly." She informs both you and Raph, spinning on her heel and sashaying back to the captain's quarters. You stumble as the greenish grey alien that first fetched you shoves you both forward, making you follow her.

"Hey! Watch it!" Raphael snaps, shoving the pirate back slightly. You roll your eyes as the crew growls at him and he growls back. He jumps when you grab his arm firmly and tug him towards the captain's doors.

"Are you trying to get us killed?!" You whisper harshly.

"No! I'm just sick of standing around! We need to do something!" He whispers back, aggravation and impatience lacing his tone and words. You roll your eyes again and huff.

"We will, after we figure out what Medusa wants! You don't know her. I do. She's always after something." You let go of his arm and march through the doors before he can reply. Raph groans softly, trudging behind you.

The room is, to be honest, beautiful, with dark wood walls, a large desk, and the finest carpets in the galaxy lying under your feet. Various treasures decorate the walls, and several large chests spilling over with bounty ranging from ancient gold to the latest devices reside in the corners. Tyra herself reclines on a soft, fur-lined chair, obviously stolen from someone very rich and extravagant.

"What do you want, Tyra?" You demand, watching her glare as you use her first name.

"Firstly, for you to stop calling me that." She snaps, sitting up with her legs crossed. "Second, tell me what that glowing accessory is all about." Her eyes flit down to the dimly glowing bracelet you were required to wear when the Hamatos first began to trust you. You look at it, suddenly realizing you've been wearing it all this time.

"I... don't know." You reply, turning your head to Raphael.

"Tracking device. And shocker, in case you tried to escape." He explains with a slight shrug.

You chuckle softly.
"That's it? Wow. I thought it would burn off my hand if I strayed to far from you."

Raph smirks.
"Is that why you always stayed so close to me?"

You feel your face burn at that, and look away immediately.
'Seriously? Is he flirting, now, of all times??'  You ponder, then decide to think about it later as you swiftly brush off his remark and look back to Medusa, who has been watching with a wide grin.

"It seems I have a little prisoner romance brewing on my ship." She tisks and shakes her head. "I owe Neo 7 belcš."

Suddenly, it grows dark. The only light in the room is from your bracelet, and surprisingly, Raphael's eyes, that seem to glow in the dark.

"No worries, however. I will decide what to do with you two in the game of fates." Her smirk is the first thing you perceive as the light returns, far more dim that before. More unfamiliar voices clamor outside, along with footsteps echoing throughout the...

The space station...