TMNT Season 4: Sweet Little Sister

Chapter 7: The Arena Of Carnage

They tried to fight back against the couple of soldiers that had appeared while Fugitoid called out to them. "Might I suggest a tactical retreat?"

"What? I'm not running!" A normal response from Raph as always. Didn't expect anything less.

"Do what Fugitoid says, back to the airlock!" Leo ordered.

"Easier said than done, dude!" Mikey called out when more Triceratons blocked their path.

"Bring it on, horn-heads!" Raph challenged.

They tried their best to fight against them but the Triceratons proved to be stronger.

"You want the airlock? You shall have it." Mozar opened up the airlock and tossed the guys inside after taking off each of their helmets and locking them inside. "Open the airlock, slowly. I want to watch them suffer."

I gasped as the airlock was slightly opened ajar, sucking out the oxygen out into space as the guys started panicking, fearing they won't survive without air. Until Leo stepped up and got them to calm down.

"Stay calm, guys. Concentrate. Remember your training." They sat on the edge of the cage and started to meditate, calming their minds and slowing their breathing.

We all watched on the screen from the ship, seeing how they were able to immediately calm themselves down and think rationally while using their skills and training to remain alive and alert.

"Look, it's Sendou jutsu, a meditative breathing technique father taught them. They're slowing their body functions to go without oxygen." I explained.

"We should formulate a rescue plan quickly." Fugitoid said to us to which I nodded at.

We had to step away from the security screen, coming up with a full proof plan of action to rescue them. It was going to be easier said than done. A sudden blaring alarm caught my attention and I rushed back to the screen to see that we were no longer able to see the guys on camera, causing me to panic as Fugitoid began to frantically type on the computer.

"Uh oh. It appears that their signal has been lost."

"What do you mean you can't find them?!" April exclaimed.

"What if they're being de-shelled, or deep-fried? Or boiled into a Triceraton-sized-" Casey ranted in, causing me to panic the more stupid ideas of torture he came up with.

"UGH! We get it!" I cut him off.

"Found them!" Fugitoid pulled up a map of the Mothership, showing the cameras where the guys were locked up in a cell, having lost their space suits while an arena waited them on the other side. "Oh, dear, it seems the turtles are scheduled to fight in the Triceraton Arena." Fugitoid stated.

"You mean like gladiators? Wicked!" Casey exclaimed.

"Yes, wicked and cruel. There is no telling what monsters they'll be forced to fight."

"NO! We can't just sit here! We have to think of a plan to save them fast!" I shouted.

"I could remote-pilot the shuttle. If we sneak aboard while everyone is watching the games, we should have little trouble finding their prison cell. Assuming they survive their first battle."

"FUGITOID! Don't say that, please!" I yelled worriedly.

"Apologies."

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We made our way onto the Mothership, sneaking our way around the corridors but I'm not sure we were headed in the right direction.

"Well, we're completely lost. Way to go, Fuigi... nuts." Casey groaned when Mozar and a few Triceratons appeared in front of us, blocking our path.