Turtles Forever

Turtles In Space Part Three The Big House

The ship passes through a portal to the home base of the Triceratons. Two soldiers with the Fugitoid approached another Triceraton, looking outside. "Ah, Professor Honeycutt."

He turns around. "You honor us...with your esteemed presence." He clapses his hands together.

"Oh, why thank you, I...Wait...how do you know who I am?"

The Triceraton stands up. "We learned your identity from an old friend of yours...General Blanque. We know you hold the secret of the ultimate weapon inside that robot brain of yours." He taps the robot's head. "And the Triceraton Republic will have it!" He taps the robot's head again. "One way or another. Attention! I want this scout ship inventoried and inspected for damage when we land." One of the Triceraton soldiers bumps his fist to his chest as he salutes.

The scout ship enters the base and flies away, entering another portal. Several Soldiers go to the cargo hold to search for damages.

They noticed the window is cracked but fixed. "The hull's been breached."

"Sir!" A Triceraton calls out. "Stowaways!"

"This chamber had no atmosphere." Another Triceraton says as he approached the turtles who are sitting in a meditating position. "They can't possibly be alive."

He walks towards Raph and grabs his wrist holding it up towards his ear.

"Get your paws off of me." Raph warns. "You ugly three-horned dinosaur."

" Alive?! But, how?! "

"It's called Chi Gong, internal breathing." Leo explains.

"Our ninja training teaches us how to slow our breath and heart rate, enabling us to survive the loss of atmosphere, for awhile anyway." Donnie adds.

"I don't know about you bros, but I'm ready for a taste of good old oxygen."Mikey says as he takes in a deep breath, but he starts to gag and cough, violently.

"Oxygen?" The Triceraton questions. "We Triceratons breath in an hearty mixture of nitrogen and sulfur." He smirks.

The other turtles began to gag and cough as well. Donnie grabs his plastron as he struggles to breathe. He felt like his lungs were on fire.

"Take them away for interrogation." The Triceraton orders. "And get me four atmosphere converters."

The Fugitoid and the Triceraton look towards the Mother ship. "Behold! The Triceraton Homeworld! Glorious, is it not?" The ship attaches itself to it and the Triceraton starts to lead the Fugitoid away. "Come the high counsel awaits."

They walk into a room then the Triceraton shoves the robot inside. He stumbles in and sees a female turtle standing next to a red dinosaur along with the other Triceraton counsel. The Fugitoid is now standing in a bright light facing them. "I can offer you protection from your Federation pursers. Plus, full rights as a citizen of the Triceraton Republic. You need no longer be a fugitive robot." Prime Leader Zanramon said.

The Fugitoid scratches his head "That's very kind of you Prime leader Zanramon, but I cannot in good conscious build a device that could potentially be used for destructive purposes."