“Where is he?!” grumbled Shockwave.
“Relax, Shockwave,” soothed Nightbird. “This is New York City on a Friday night. He’s bound to be caught up in traffic.”
“If he’s pulled over-!”
“Then he just transforms and spooks whatever bigoted cop decides that he’s the next black guy to be ticketed for driving while black.” That was when they heard an engine and saw Jazz travelling down the tracks. He stopped and let his passengers off.
“Have you encountered law enforcement on your return?” asked Shockwave.
“Well, yeah,” replied Jazz, “but that was because I sped. The officer was actually a friendly guy that seemed to know the Mad Dogz and the Turtles, so I only got a warning.”
“So he was just doing his job properly,” said Karai. “Now, I must go. Saki will want to know how my mission went.”
“Stay safe, will you?” remarked Raphael.
“As safe as I can be among the Foot Clan,” replied Karai. She headed out of the sewers.
“Jazz told me he and his boys made peace with you guys,” Raphael said to Shockwave.
“Our factions did, yes,” replied Shockwave, “but there’s still the occasional skirmish between Autobot and Decepticon.”
“Still, that’s not why we’re here,” remarked Nightbird. “Raphael, your family’s inside the living room.” Raphael gulped.
“His estate’s out in the country?” Hiroki asked the Turtles and Splinter.
“His TCRI funds are to blame for that,” replied Donatello.
“These are just reconstructions of what Karai told us,” said Leonardo.
“They’re really detailed,” remarked Hiroki.
“That’s where I came in!” chimed in Michaelangelo.
“Michaelangelo is probably the most artistic out of all my children,” Splinter said with pride.
“Funny how we were ALL named after Renaissance artists,” said a voice, “and Mikey’s the only one that does any art.” Everyone whirled around to see…
“RAPHAEL!” said Splinter excitedly.
“RAPH!” cheered Michaelangelo.
“Dude, you snuck up on all of us!” said Leonardo.
“When did you get here?!” asked Donatello.
“…About a minute ago,” replied Raphael.
“Well, dude, what are you standing in the doorway for?!” asked Leonardo. “We’re gonna need you on this! The four of us, together again!”
“Yeah, man!” agreed Michaelangelo. “You know how empty the Lair was without you?!”
“Michaelangelo speaks the truth, Raphael,” said Splinter. “The Lair…and our hearts felt empty without you.”
“…Guys, Pops, I screwed up by thinking I was too dangerous for you,” said Raphael. “I guess I didn’t trust that you wouldn’t let me go that far. …If you’ll let me, I’d like to come back and work on that with you.”
“Of course, my son,” replied Splinter. “This is your home and we are your family. As long as you make sure none of us turn to the path of the Shredder, we will do the same for you.”
“Turtle power?” asked Leonardo as he, Donatello, and Michaelangelo held their fists out for a fist-bump.
“…Turtle power!” replied Raphael as he fist-bumped his brothers. “All right, here’s what Karai managed to get from Shred-head…”
Saki and Tormo met in the Oroku estate. It was styled to look like a traditional Japanese Lord’s home. “Looks almost like a First Age Kitsune dwelling,” remarked Tormo.
“You have kitsunes in the Realms?” asked Saki.
“Yep. From one tailed to the most powerful nine tailed. My employer’s greatest enemy has nine-tail Kitsune blood in her veins.” That was when something fell from the ceiling. Saki and Tormo looked at the object and…Tormo went pale. “…That’s a man’s head…” he gulped. Saki picked up the head and examined it, then groaned.
“…KARAI!” he barked.
“You mean Miwa,” replied Karai’s voice. Saki shut his eyes and breathed in.
“…So it WAS you and the Turtles that I saw all those years ago when I took you in as a baby,” he said.
“You kidnapped me from my father!” snarled Karai. “And all because Tang Shen chose him! You chose attachment over a proper relationship!”
“And you chose poorly after learning the truth.”
“Well, trying to keep someone like Order locked up was a mistake!”
“That’s a man’s…wait, locked up?” said Tormo.
“I did say she was in my possession, did I not?” asked Saki.
“She won’t be for long!” challenged Karai.
“I would prefer it if you stayed away from Order’s cell,” hissed Saki.
“No, this has gone on long enough!” replied Karai. “This deal of yours MUST fall through!”
“You won’t get past the guards!”
“We’ll see!” Saki and Tormo heard footsteps on the roof. Saki then pulled out a communicator. He selected a channel that said “Miyoko”.
“Okaa-san!” he said into the communicator. “Karai is not to rescue Order! She is a traitor to the Foot Clan!”
Karai dispatched all that stood in her way between her and Order. The only one she was rightfully scared of was Saki’s mother, Oroku Miyoko. Why? It’s rare for a ninja to reach old age and Miyoko was in her mid-70’s. Karai approached a cell with a green woman in a green dress. Her eyes were glowing green. “I have the distinct feeling,” muttered Karai, “you need to be free before whatever will happen happens.” She then heard a whistling noise and rolled out of the way before throwing a kunai in the direction of the one thrown at her. It struck the beam running across the ceiling and broke, bringing the assassin to the floor. The assassin picked herself up and darted to the shadows. “…You know this has gone too far!” Karai insisted to the assassin.
“You mean you betraying your father, Karai?” hissed an old woman’s voice.
“Please, listen to me!” urged Karai. “That woman is quite literally power incarnate! Keeping her contained may lead to catastrophic results! No one would succeed, not even the Foot!”
“I’ve spent too long fulfilling the Foot Clan’s goals! We WILL control this entire planet!”
“…You’re that dead-set, then? …I’m sorry the conversation has to end this way.” Karai leapt onto the beam and charged at her assassin, Oroku Miyoko! The two dueled for a while, using every trick they learned. …Unfortunately, Miyoko learned more tricks than Karai. She managed to bring Karai to the floor hard!
“You fought as well as an Oroku, I’ll give you that,” said Miyoko, “but you made a terrible decision in throwing in your lot with that rat!”
“At least, unlike you,” said Karai, “Hamato Yoshi still has his humanity!”
“What you incorrectly call humanity, I call weakness!” Miyoko readied a knife…then a sai hooked around her arm and its owner threw her aside.
“I dunno,” grunted the sai owner. “Pops’ teachings helped me become stronger.”
“Raphael!” gasped Karai. Raphael helped his half-sister up.
“Listen, we ain’t got much time!” warned Raphael. “Pops is leading the charge here with the rest of our brothers, the Mad Dogz, and Jazz and his team! But Shred-head’s new business partners have the sword and are on their way here! We gotta free Order!”
“That might be difficult. Look at her.” Karai pointed out Order.
“…Hoo boy, this needs a delicate touch and me and my brothers do NOT do delicate.”
“Hey, what’s the hold up, Raaaaaaa…” War had arrived and trailed off when she saw Order’s state.
“War,” wheezed Pestilence when she arrived, “why did yooooOH NUTS!”