Tmnt x Guardians of the galaxy

Chapter 1

Space was so beautiful...but so boring.

Mikey sighed as he looked out the window, sitting on the platform cross-legged with his chin resting in his hands. He wished he could listen to some music, and not just the boring Beethoven Symphonies that Fugitoid enjoys so much. He'd listen to the tunes in his T-phone if he could, but the screen got cracked last night after he accidentally sat on it.

He wish they could just hurry up and save the Earth so that they could go back to their normal lives. Well, okay, that sounded wrong. Since when were their lives ever normal?

"Enjoying the view, my friend?" Fugitoid approached the window and stood next the Turtle.

Mikey shrugged a little. "It's all pretty much the same up here. I miss the blue sky and puffy white clouds that you could make out shapes with back on Earth."

The robot nodded and gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder. "I know, Michelangelo. We are near the end of our galactic journey, though. We must first stop on Planet Skyria for refueling."

"Please don't tell me there are killer bugs or dinosaurs or sharks on that planet?" Mikey groaned, not in the mood for more fighting.

Fugitoid shook his head. "Oh, no. None of the sort. The Skyrians are a peaceful and friendly race who share their natural resources and fuel with weary travelers. We shouldn't have any problems with them."

"Let's hope so," Mikey mumbled disheartened, knowing their luck.

Skyria, the Planet of Souls

The first thing they saw as the Ulixes entered Skyria's stratosphere was Mount Lorixia, the sun reflecting off its smooth amethyst surface.

Mikey pressed his face against the glass, softly gasping in awe as they flew in closer to the mountain. According to what Fugitoid told them, there is legend behind the glorious landscape. The locals believe that the very souls of their ancestors resided in the rocks, and for millions of years the mountain grew with each soul. There was nothing that the Skyrians valued more than the sacred rocks of Mount Lorixia, so taking one as a souvenir was a big no-no.

Even their magnificent shiny capitol reflected the mountain's color, making it appear purple. It was absolutely stunning. The ship landed on the top of a skyscraper as instructed by the Skyrians through the transmitter. A small group awaited them, and one Skyrian in particular wore a long purple robe with golden laces. Fugitoid told them that this was the king, himself.

The Skyrians were an odd-looking race. They were very tall, about seven feet in height, their skin was blue-grey, and they four long scrawny arms with four fingers on each hand. Their eyes were green with purple pupils, and they didn't have noses, ears, or mouths. Well, they did have mouths, actually. Two slits with teeth on both sides of their neck, which was really weird.

Fugitoid, the Turtles, April and Casey all stepped out of the ship and were greeted by the king, who took Fugitoid's hand and eagerly shook it.

"Ahh, Honeycutt!" he spoke through the slit in the right sight of his neck. "It's so good to see you again!"

"Your Highness," Fugitoid bowed to the king.

The Skyrian ruler looked over at the six strangers that stood behind the robot. "And are these your friends?"

"Yes," Fugitoid nodded. "Meet the Turtles and their two human allies. They are all from planet Earth." The six all respectfully bowed their heads to the king.

"Well, you are all welcome here," the king said and gestured for them to follow. "Come. Let me show you to our resort while we refuel your ship."

As they followed him to a small cruiser, Fugitoid glanced back at the Turtles. "You'll just love their saunas and spas," he informed them.