Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Age Of Mutation

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Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Age Of Mutation
-Leo's Lair
His name was Leonardo. He was the eldest of the four brother's when it came to maturity and in his eyes he'd always been a natural born leader. He still mourned for his father every passing day. There wasn't a moment that went by that he didn't see Splinter in his mind. Sometimes he felt he could still hear Splinter whispering to him when he was deep into meditation. But maybe that's just what his mind wanted to hear. Splinter wasn't Yoda after-all and the Force was only in the movies.

Leo had lost everything the day Splinter had died. He'd lost his father and he'd lost his eyes. Part of him had wanted to quit; what was life when you could no longer see it's beauty? But Leo refused. He'd used his Ninja-senses to learn to see another way and had become a greater Ninja for it. For a time he'd worn two black eye-patches over his eyes when he'd sank into depression and no longer had a need for bright colors since his eyes were gone. But after a time he'd picked up the blue band again (this time with no eye-holes) and removed the patches; choosing the wear the symbol of what he'd been since the day he'd mutated long ago.

Currently Leo was balanced on-top of a training balance-ball; one foot on the ball another in the air. Rev was standing on a balance-ball facing him along with Leo's other three pupils.

"Focus, don't rely so much on your feline reflexes and balance." Leo ordered as he rolled his ball towards her with his feet careful to not fall of. He then proceeded to slash at her; before throwing a kick attempting to force her to block but then hopefully knock her off.

"You may think otherwise my pupil; but cat's don't always land on their feet."

@Nox

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-Raph's Water-Tower Lair


Kane starred down his father Raphael with a look of anger and contempt on his face. "That's right Kane, harness that anger. Come at me; you haven't been able to put a single scratch on his shell yet, and your old man is fighting you with one friggin eye." Raph spat.

"Damn it..." Kane said as he charged at his father once again unleashing a flurry of strikes from his metal claws all of which Raph blocked with ease.

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-Donnie's Church Lair

Donatello; easily the smartest and most tech savvy out of the four brother's, was always inventing something new. Today's training was supposed to involve one of these said new inventions.

"Wake up John John," Donnie said as he prodded the sleeping Mutant flying fox while he laid in his bunk; with the end of his staff. "You're going to love training today." Donnie said as he took a step back and pointed at four robotic humanoid androids that stood in John John's sleeping quarters.

"These are my new prototype robots; what do you think? Think you can take them down? I'm not so sure."

@See my smile

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-Mikey's Subway Lair

Michelangelo was currently standing on the rooftop of the subway car that was used as the living quarters by he and his pupils. Over time Mikey had acquired and assembled the parts of a old run down jungle-gym that kids used to play on. Except this jungle-gym was really three or four of them combined with different level's and bars going in wacky directions.

"Alright gang, the super Mikey gym is now totally finished." The green turtle grinned with delight. "Jace, I want you to be the first to train up there along with Mikey JR." Mikey said as he pointed to a much younger Turtle with teal skin and a yellow band. Mikey JR jumped onto the jungle gym and fiddled with his long ninja-chain that ended in a blade.

"The rules are simple the two of you face off in a bodacious Ninja battle; which ever dude get's knocked off first loses. Oh yeah and he doesn't get a pizza, or a banana; whichever he prefers. Bummer dude."

@GideonBurkheart

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-The Old Channel 6 Building, AKA Rebel Base Alpha

"And don't forget New York, don't lose hope. The Foot Clan may be growing and more attacks are happening everyday. The Government may have abandoned us and walled us in to die but we fought. And we will continue to fight. The Rebellion is growing and we will continue to work with the NYPD Remnant and the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants to make sure the streets are safe. this is April O'neil signing out." she said as she ended the live stream and her camera stopped rolling.

April was older then she'd been when she'd first met the Turtles and fallen in love with their wacky adventures. But she still looked great. She'd traded her once vibrant yellow jacket however for a red band over her forehead and a bullet belt across her breast. Her hair was still red and her eyes still held a fire in them that still captivated her viewers and her people.

"You did great babe," Casey Jones grinned as he leaned against the wall.

"While you was broadcasting I was scouting our channels for chatter. Some of our spies reported Foot Clan activity on the docks. Seems there may be a big shipment of drugs and weapons coming in." Casey said. The wall around New York was complete except for one dock that was left open so that the civilians could get supplies. This was the one notion of kindness the bastard government had shown them; however it also meant this was the one spot the Foot liked to collect all their banned items.

"Martin," Casey said as he pulled out his phone and dialed the infamous Wolfhound; one of the Rebel's best and an ex Foot-operative. "We got Foot activity on the docks, meet me and April in the lobby and come prepared for war. You're going to lead our forces on the docks to make sure whatever shipment the Foot is expecting doesn't reach our shores." Casey wasn't sure where Martin was but hopefully he was in the building somewhere; most likely his private quarters or one of the Rebel hang out lounges in the renovated News Station.

@KnightDisciple

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-NYPD Remnant Territory, 'The Old City'

Today the square of the Old City was alive with a throng of humans and Mutantkind alike. Standing on a podium were the leaders of the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants. The mayor elect of the humans was a woman named Janice Hillborne; the mayor elect of the Mutants was a Mutant gecko who called himself Getsu.

A throng of bodies stood before the podium to listen to the leader's speak. But when there was a public event there was also the danger of a Foot Clan attack. the NYPD Remnant were in full force patrolling the event and on rooftops overlooking it; making sure there was no sign of Foot activity.

Commissioner James O'Connell would surely be here to witness and oversee this event and make sure it went smoothly without issue. While listening to the
politicians speak the Commissioner would get a call.

"Commissioner O'Connell?" it was a female voice on the line. "This is April, I just wanted to give you a heads up about Foot activity on the docks. I know your hands are full with the rally today so I thought I'd let the Rebel's step in and take care of things. Your free to send forces to the docks if you like." she said.

@Zaravan

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-Foot Clan Base of Operations



Within the Foot Clan's fortress Karai stood within her chambers as she looked upon her greatest warriors and assassins. She stood in the converted armor that had belonged to her 'father' Oroku Saki.

"You are all children of Oroku Saki, even if you did not know him. Do not forget that." Karai said as she circled Shek and Slasher and a few other pupils.

"We are expecting a large shipment of drugs and weapons in thirty minutes." Karai said. "This shipment is very important; Foot Soldier's are already standing by. However this mission needs a personal touch. Shek, Slasher... one of you will go to the docks. The other one will go to the Rally currently being held in the Old City. Whichever of you chose to go to the Old City you will bring a force of sixty Foot Ninja warriors who will follow your lead. Your mission is to kill the mayor elects... if you can. But overall you need to send a message. A message that no government rally's will stand without the Foot's involvement. Kill people, maim people... make sure that they still fear us."

Slasher looked over at the wolf-mutant and cocked his head. "Which one you want Shek?" Slasher grinned. "I could care less they both sound fun; I'm sure some dumb assholes will show up at the docks and try to stop us."

@Dancelord

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-The Docks

Veronica Wilder a Mutant with a deep hatred for Karai and the Foot Clan would find herself patrolling the docks; one of the many places the Foot loved to show their ugly faces. As she turned the corner of a large shipping container she'd see a small squad of ten Foot Soldier's standing on one of the docks seeming to be waiting for something.

@HoodedHero007
 
-Leo's Lair
His name was Leonardo. He was the eldest of the four brother's when it came to maturity and in his eyes he'd always been a natural born leader. He still mourned for his father every passing day. There wasn't a moment that went by that he didn't see Splinter in his mind. Sometimes he felt he could still hear Splinter whispering to him when he was deep into meditation. But maybe that's just what his mind wanted to hear. Splinter wasn't Yoda after-all and the Force was only in the movies.

Leo had lost everything the day Splinter had died. He'd lost his father and he'd lost his eyes. Part of him had wanted to quit; what was life when you could no longer see it's beauty? But Leo refused. He'd used his Ninja-senses to learn to see another way and had become a greater Ninja for it. For a time he'd worn two black eye-patches over his eyes when he'd sank into depression and no longer had a need for bright colors since his eyes were gone. But after a time he'd picked up the blue band again (this time with no eye-holes) and removed the patches; choosing the wear the symbol of what he'd been since the day he'd mutated long ago.


Currently Leo was balanced on-top of a training balance-ball; one foot on the ball another in the air. Rev was standing on a balance-ball facing him along with Leo's other three pupils.

"Focus, don't rely so much on your feline reflexes and balance." Leo ordered as he rolled his ball towards her with his feet careful to not fall of. He then proceeded to slash at her; before throwing a kick attempting to force her to block but then hopefully knock her off.

"You may think otherwise my pupil; but cat's don't always land on their feet."

@Nox

Master Leonardo was right that her natural balance instincts were not always reliable. They were high quality, but there was an inflexibility to them. For instance, balancing on a moving surface like this threw them off. Still, Rev was not a rank amateur, so she didn't go down easy.

The slash she leaned back away from with a shifting of her entire body weight in a single smooth motion, and the kick she parried with the outside of her wrist. But, just as Master had predicted this left her open to the followup knockdown. To her credit, Rev didn't technically fall off the ball, but her panicked scampering and teetering backwards movement as she ALMOST lost control of the ball and toppled off didn't feel like a victory. Still, she was still standing on it when she righted herself. Plus, she had resisted the urge to dig her claws in, which far from helping would have doomed her to a rather spectacular fall.

If she were addressing anyone else, Rev might have insulted the one who embarrassed her, perhaps shown off a hand gesture or two, or thrown a nearby object. But this was the one turtle she respected and followed wholeheartedly, who took her in and gave her meaning in a life that had lost it...so she was just a little snarky instead. "Not sure how often I'll have to fight foes on a big bouncy ball master, doesn't seem like a common thing." Her eye-roll was, as always, a well-practiced dramatic gesture, as was only fitting. And despite her frustration, she moved her ball back into place from atop it, dexterously enough if not quite as effortlessly as Leonardo did.

She resumed the one-footed pose from before, her tail swaying a bit behind her to act as an extra balancing tool. Yea, cat instincts needed to be integrated into her style and controlled, not used as a crutch. A bad habit she was not quite rid of.
 
Veronica Wilder a Mutant with a deep hatred for Karai and the Foot Clan would find herself patrolling the docks; one of the many places the Foot loved to show their ugly faces. As she turned the corner of a large shipping container she'd see a small squad of ten Foot Soldier's standing on one of the docks seeming to be waiting for something.
Veronica immediately hid, using the cover of darkness and her cloak in order to watch them unseen. She climbed on top of a crate in order to gain a better vantage. Drawing a pair of daggers, she began to listen in to their conversation, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.
 
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-NYPD Remnant Territory, 'The Old City'

Today the square of the Old City was alive with a throng of humans and Mutantkind alike. Standing on a podium were the leaders of the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants. The mayor elect of the humans was a woman named Janice Hillborne; the mayor elect of the Mutants was a Mutant gecko who called himself Getsu.

A throng of bodies stood before the podium to listen to the leader's speak. But when there was a public event there was also the danger of a Foot Clan attack. the NYPD Remnant were in full force patrolling the event and on rooftops overlooking it; making sure there was no sign of Foot activity.

Commissioner James O'Connell would surely be here to witness and oversee this event and make sure it went smoothly without issue. While listening to the
politicians speak the Commissioner would get a call.

"Commissioner O'Connell?" it was a female voice on the line. "This is April, I just wanted to give you a heads up about Foot activity on the docks. I know your hands are full with the rally today so I thought I'd let the Rebel's step in and take care of things. Your free to send forces to the docks if you like." she said.

The Rebels, ah. James had a lot, a lot of respect for them, April O'Neil especially, for being willing to take up arms in defense of their homes, especially with how often the Remnant were stretched out.

"I understand, Miss O'Niel." James stated firmly. "I will send a detachment to the Docks right away. You have my thanks."

Not waiting for her to respond, the 'Commissioner' hung up, before grabbing his radio.

"Delta and Omicron Squads, I have word from the Rebels the Foot are making moves at the Docks. Form up and move to reinforce the Rebels. Lethal force against Foot Clan forces are authorized, as usual. You have your orders."

With that, two squads of heavily armed and armored Remnants began moving towards the docks, using one of the Remnants' APCs to reach the area more quickly, as well as to have more fire support.

The Commissioner himself, meanwhile, moved next to Mayor Elects of the Old City Council. Any assassins would first have to get through him first to get a shot at the Elects.

The Square was heavily fortified today. Everyone knew how juicy of a target this meeting was, none more than the Council themselves. Yet in brave defiance in the face of the Foot Clan, they did so anyway.
 
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles: Age Of Mutation
-Leo's Lair
His name was Leonardo. He was the eldest of the four brother's when it came to maturity and in his eyes he'd always been a natural born leader. He still mourned for his father every passing day. There wasn't a moment that went by that he didn't see Splinter in his mind. Sometimes he felt he could still hear Splinter whispering to him when he was deep into meditation. But maybe that's just what his mind wanted to hear. Splinter wasn't Yoda after-all and the Force was only in the movies.

Leo had lost everything the day Splinter had died. He'd lost his father and he'd lost his eyes. Part of him had wanted to quit; what was life when you could no longer see it's beauty? But Leo refused. He'd used his Ninja-senses to learn to see another way and had become a greater Ninja for it. For a time he'd worn two black eye-patches over his eyes when he'd sank into depression and no longer had a need for bright colors since his eyes were gone. But after a time he'd picked up the blue band again (this time with no eye-holes) and removed the patches; choosing the wear the symbol of what he'd been since the day he'd mutated long ago.

Currently Leo was balanced on-top of a training balance-ball; one foot on the ball another in the air. Rev was standing on a balance-ball facing him along with Leo's other three pupils.

"Focus, don't rely so much on your feline reflexes and balance." Leo ordered as he rolled his ball towards her with his feet careful to not fall of. He then proceeded to slash at her; before throwing a kick attempting to force her to block but then hopefully knock her off.

"You may think otherwise my pupil; but cat's don't always land on their feet."

@Nox

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-Raph's Water-Tower Lair


Kane starred down his father Raphael with a look of anger and contempt on his face. "That's right Kane, harness that anger. Come at me; you haven't been able to put a single scratch on his shell yet, and your old man is fighting you with one friggin eye." Raph spat.

"Damn it..." Kane said as he charged at his father once again unleashing a flurry of strikes from his metal claws all of which Raph blocked with ease.

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-Donnie's Church Lair

Donatello; easily the smartest and most tech savvy out of the four brother's, was always inventing something new. Today's training was supposed to involve one of these said new inventions.

"Wake up John John," Donnie said as he prodded the sleeping Mutant flying fox while he laid in his bunk; with the end of his staff. "You're going to love training today." Donnie said as he took a step back and pointed at four robotic humanoid androids that stood in John John's sleeping quarters.

"These are my new prototype robots; what do you think? Think you can take them down? I'm not so sure."

@See my smile

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-Mikey's Subway Lair

Michelangelo was currently standing on the rooftop of the subway car that was used as the living quarters by he and his pupils. Over time Mikey had acquired and assembled the parts of a old run down jungle-gym that kids used to play on. Except this jungle-gym was really three or four of them combined with different level's and bars going in wacky directions.

"Alright gang, the super Mikey gym is now totally finished." The green turtle grinned with delight. "Jace, I want you to be the first to train up there along with Mikey JR." Mikey said as he pointed to a much younger Turtle with teal skin and a yellow band. Mikey JR jumped onto the jungle gym and fiddled with his long ninja-chain that ended in a blade.

"The rules are simple the two of you face off in a bodacious Ninja battle; which ever dude get's knocked off first loses. Oh yeah and he doesn't get a pizza, or a banana; whichever he prefers. Bummer dude."

@GideonBurkheart

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-The Old Channel 6 Building, AKA Rebel Base Alpha

"And don't forget New York, don't lose hope. The Foot Clan may be growing and more attacks are happening everyday. The Government may have abandoned us and walled us in to die but we fought. And we will continue to fight. The Rebellion is growing and we will continue to work with the NYPD Remnant and the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants to make sure the streets are safe. this is April O'neil signing out." she said as she ended the live stream and her camera stopped rolling.

April was older then she'd been when she'd first met the Turtles and fallen in love with their wacky adventures. But she still looked great. She'd traded her once vibrant yellow jacket however for a red band over her forehead and a bullet belt across her breast. Her hair was still red and her eyes still held a fire in them that still captivated her viewers and her people.

"You did great babe," Casey Jones grinned as he leaned against the wall.

"While you was broadcasting I was scouting our channels for chatter. Some of our spies reported Foot Clan activity on the docks. Seems there may be a big shipment of drugs and weapons coming in." Casey said. The wall around New York was complete except for one dock that was left open so that the civilians could get supplies. This was the one notion of kindness the bastard government had shown them; however it also meant this was the one spot the Foot liked to collect all their banned items.

"Martin," Casey said as he pulled out his phone and dialed the infamous Wolfhound; one of the Rebel's best and an ex Foot-operative. "We got Foot activity on the docks, meet me and April in the lobby and come prepared for war. You're going to lead our forces on the docks to make sure whatever shipment the Foot is expecting doesn't reach our shores." Casey wasn't sure where Martin was but hopefully he was in the building somewhere; most likely his private quarters or one of the Rebel hang out lounges in the renovated News Station.

@KnightDisciple

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-NYPD Remnant Territory, 'The Old City'

Today the square of the Old City was alive with a throng of humans and Mutantkind alike. Standing on a podium were the leaders of the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants. The mayor elect of the humans was a woman named Janice Hillborne; the mayor elect of the Mutants was a Mutant gecko who called himself Getsu.

A throng of bodies stood before the podium to listen to the leader's speak. But when there was a public event there was also the danger of a Foot Clan attack. the NYPD Remnant were in full force patrolling the event and on rooftops overlooking it; making sure there was no sign of Foot activity.

Commissioner James O'Connell would surely be here to witness and oversee this event and make sure it went smoothly without issue. While listening to the
politicians speak the Commissioner would get a call.

"Commissioner O'Connell?" it was a female voice on the line. "This is April, I just wanted to give you a heads up about Foot activity on the docks. I know your hands are full with the rally today so I thought I'd let the Rebel's step in and take care of things. Your free to send forces to the docks if you like." she said.

@Zaravan

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-Foot Clan Base of Operations



Within the Foot Clan's fortress Karai stood within her chambers as she looked upon her greatest warriors and assassins. She stood in the converted armor that had belonged to her 'father' Oroku Saki.

"You are all children of Oroku Saki, even if you did not know him. Do not forget that." Karai said as she circled Shek and Slasher and a few other pupils.

"We are expecting a large shipment of drugs and weapons in thirty minutes." Karai said. "This shipment is very important; Foot Soldier's are already standing by. However this mission needs a personal touch. Shek, Slasher... one of you will go to the docks. The other one will go to the Rally currently being held in the Old City. Whichever of you chose to go to the Old City you will bring a force of sixty Foot Ninja warriors who will follow your lead. Your mission is to kill the mayor elects... if you can. But overall you need to send a message. A message that no government rally's will stand without the Foot's involvement. Kill people, maim people... make sure that they still fear us."

Slasher looked over at the wolf-mutant and cocked his head. "Which one you want Shek?" Slasher grinned. "I could care less they both sound fun; I'm sure some dumb assholes will show up at the docks and try to stop us."

@Dancelord

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-The Docks

Veronica Wilder a Mutant with a deep hatred for Karai and the Foot Clan would find herself patrolling the docks; one of the many places the Foot loved to show their ugly faces. As she turned the corner of a large shipping container she'd see a small squad of ten Foot Soldier's standing on one of the docks seeming to be waiting for something.

@HoodedHero007
Shek was silent as he mulled over his options, on one hand, the docks were a valuable situation but the head to send a message is just as strong, Shek isn't a frontline fighter, so if a battle breaks out he won't be in the best situation, but thinking logically, he is better at keeping his calm than Slasher which is a must but if some trouble appears at the docks Shek may not be able to handle it.

"I'll take the rally, I can probably get close enough to deal with the target in the confusion, I just worry if any trouble pops up that I may not be able to handle it, but it's just as much about sending a message so I believe I can handle that while Slasher deals with the shipment, he's better in direct combat after" Shek shrugs at that, he can handle himself but it's getting close that is the problem, he has his poisoned darts at least if things get to difficult.
 
-The Old Channel 6 Building, AKA Rebel Base Alpha

"And don't forget New York, don't lose hope. The Foot Clan may be growing and more attacks are happening everyday. The Government may have abandoned us and walled us in to die but we fought. And we will continue to fight. The Rebellion is growing and we will continue to work with the NYPD Remnant and the Old City Council of Human's and Mutants to make sure the streets are safe. this is April O'neil signing out." she said as she ended the live stream and her camera stopped rolling.

April was older then she'd been when she'd first met the Turtles and fallen in love with their wacky adventures. But she still looked great. She'd traded her once vibrant yellow jacket however for a red band over her forehead and a bullet belt across her breast. Her hair was still red and her eyes still held a fire in them that still captivated her viewers and her people.

"You did great babe," Casey Jones grinned as he leaned against the wall.

"While you was broadcasting I was scouting our channels for chatter. Some of our spies reported Foot Clan activity on the docks. Seems there may be a big shipment of drugs and weapons coming in." Casey said. The wall around New York was complete except for one dock that was left open so that the civilians could get supplies. This was the one notion of kindness the bastard government had shown them; however it also meant this was the one spot the Foot liked to collect all their banned items.

"Martin," Casey said as he pulled out his phone and dialed the infamous Wolfhound; one of the Rebel's best and an ex Foot-operative. "We got Foot activity on the docks, meet me and April in the lobby and come prepared for war. You're going to lead our forces on the docks to make sure whatever shipment the Foot is expecting doesn't reach our shores." Casey wasn't sure where Martin was but hopefully he was in the building somewhere; most likely his private quarters or one of the Rebel hang out lounges in the renovated News Station.

@KnightDisciple

Martin had been relaxing in his room, one dog over his sock-covered feet, one on his lap, and one lounging on the slightly ragged couch and resting against his head. He was "reading", which right now meant he was dozing with the book splayed open on his chest. They definitely weren't snoring in sync, no sir.

When the call came in, his hand reached for the phone and picked it up, his eyes still closed.

"Kell."
He listened to Casey and nodded, causing the dog up there to stretch and yawn.
"Understood. I'll load for gator."

That was Martin's modified way of saying "loaded for bear", since there were multiple hostile Gator Mutants in New York and they were universally very, very tough.
Martin hung up and carefully set his pets to one side, giving each of them quick belly rubs and pets before moving to the makeshift closet in the room. There, he quickly and smoothly pulled on his field uniform and armor. He then strapped on his various blades and clipped miscellaneous tools to his belt and harness. In just over two minutes he was out the door and headed to the armory.

There, he claimed his twin custom pistols and grabbed several magazines of .40cal ammunition for each, including two clips of armor-piercing rounds apiece. He also picked out a few grenades, one of which was an incendiary (which earned him a look from the quartermaster). Finally feeling ready, he headed to the lobby.

He walked in, gait smooth and efficient, and when he came upon Casey and April, he stopped and sketched off a quick salute.

"Wolfhoud, reporting."
 
Donatello; easily the smartest and most tech savvy out of the four brother's, was always inventing something new. Today's training was supposed to involve one of these said new inventions.

"Wake up John John," Donnie said as he prodded the sleeping Mutant flying fox while he laid in his bunk; with the end of his staff. "You're going to love training today." Donnie said as he took a step back and pointed at four robotic humanoid androids that stood in John John's sleeping quarters.

"These are my new prototype robots; what do you think? Think you can take them down? I'm not so sure."

John-John chewed nervously on his lower lip as he considered what his master had said. He had gotten lucky the last time and had managed to catch two of the bots of guard before they could retaliate but, the last one had managed to notice him before he could get in a good strike. "I don't know Master Donatello... Maybe? If I can sneak up on them then I might be able to get the advantage but, If you upgraded the sensors like I think you did then the blind spot is gone and then I can't abuse it like I did last time..." John-John devolved into a series of mutters that could just barely be heard under his breath. Most of what he was saying were differing plans on how to possibly take the robots that his Master had made.
 
-Mikey's Subway Lair

Michelangelo was currently standing on the rooftop of the subway car that was used as the living quarters by he and his pupils. Over time Mikey had acquired and assembled the parts of a old run down jungle-gym that kids used to play on. Except this jungle-gym was really three or four of them combined with different level's and bars going in wacky directions.

"Alright gang, the super Mikey gym is now totally finished." The green turtle grinned with delight. "Jace, I want you to be the first to train up there along with Mikey JR." Mikey said as he pointed to a much younger Turtle with teal skin and a yellow band. Mikey JR jumped onto the jungle gym and fiddled with his long ninja-chain that ended in a blade.

"The rules are simple the two of you face off in a bodacious Ninja battle; which ever dude get's knocked off first loses. Oh yeah and he doesn't get a pizza, or a banana; whichever he prefers. Bummer dude."

Jace was beyond excited to try out their new jungle gym. It's just a start, but training will be much better than what we had to work with before.

With a cheeky grin he looks to Junior, "Righteous! It'll be great to do some sparring with Junior. I hope you know I won't be going easy on you bud!" He finishes saying with a wink.

Jace leaps up onto the bars and swings around a couple times before settling himself by grasping a high bar with his hands and tail. He spares no time just as he said, as he begins to swing toward M.J. lightly flailing his legs in a kickboxing fashion.
 
Master Leonardo was right that her natural balance instincts were not always reliable. They were high quality, but there was an inflexibility to them. For instance, balancing on a moving surface like this threw them off. Still, Rev was not a rank amateur, so she didn't go down easy.

The slash she leaned back away from with a shifting of her entire body weight in a single smooth motion, and the kick she parried with the outside of her wrist. But, just as Master had predicted this left her open to the followup knockdown. To her credit, Rev didn't technically fall off the ball, but her panicked scampering and teetering backwards movement as she ALMOST lost control of the ball and toppled off didn't feel like a victory. Still, she was still standing on it when she righted herself. Plus, she had resisted the urge to dig her claws in, which far from helping would have doomed her to a rather spectacular fall.

If she were addressing anyone else, Rev might have insulted the one who embarrassed her, perhaps shown off a hand gesture or two, or thrown a nearby object. But this was the one turtle she respected and followed wholeheartedly, who took her in and gave her meaning in a life that had lost it...so she was just a little snarky instead. "Not sure how often I'll have to fight foes on a big bouncy ball master, doesn't seem like a common thing." Her eye-roll was, as always, a well-practiced dramatic gesture, as was only fitting. And despite her frustration, she moved her ball back into place from atop it, dexterously enough if not quite as effortlessly as Leonardo did.

She resumed the one-footed pose from before, her tail swaying a bit behind her to act as an extra balancing tool. Yea, cat instincts needed to be integrated into her style and controlled, not used as a crutch. A bad habit she was not quite rid of.

"It's not a common thing, you're right." Leo said. If his senseless eyes weren't covered she would see them narrowed ever the slightly. "But you fail to grasp the point; Master Splinter used to force us to balance on these balls for hours on end balancing multiple items as he spun us around with his stick." Leo smirked a she recalled the hours of Ninja training Splinter used to force on them.

"We hated it but it made us better Ninja because of it." Leo spun his katanas in the air as he readied himself for another strike. However his old turtle phone clipped to his belt began to vibrate. There were only five people in the world who had this number: his three brother's, April and Casey.

"Hold on," Leo said as he sheathed a Katana and grasped the phone with his four fingered green hand before pushing it to the crane of his neck where his turtle ear-hole was.

"Hello?"

"Leo, its April. I know its been a long time since I've called. I can only find your and Raph's number but the Foot is expecting a big shipment on the docks. I thought you might want to show with your pupils and kick some Shell."

"Understood appreciate the call April; consider us there." Leo then ended the call. "Looks like training will be postponed for today; prepare yourself for a fight. It's time we left the sewer's and reminded the Foot Clan that we are coming for them. We're coming for them all." images of his fallen master played in Leo's head.

@Nox

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Veronica immediately hid, using the cover of darkness and her cloak in order to watch them unseen. She climbed on top of a crate in order to gain a better vantage. Drawing a pair of daggers, she began to listen in to their conversation, ready to intervene at a moment's notice.

"The shipment should be here soon." one of the Foot Soldier's who appeared to have more red markings on his black tunic replied. "We just have to make sure no Clan enemies show their face and try to disrupt us."

There seemed to be two large groups of Foot Soldier's; regular Ninja in black tunics.

And seasoned warriors with purple tunics from a time long ago.

All of the black garbed Ninja were armed with katana and ninja weapons while most of the purple garbed ones were holding high-powered rifles. There seemed to be at least four massive crocodile Mutants marked with Foot emblems as well.

A black garbed FS wandered past the crate that Veronica was standing on as he made his patrol. He happened to turn at the last second to see Veroica standing there. His eyes widened Veronica would have only a few seconds to bring him down quietly before he alerted the others of her presence.

@HoodedHero007

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The Rebels, ah. James had a lot, a lot of respect for them, April O'Neil especially, for being willing to take up arms in defense of their homes, especially with how often the Remnant were stretched out.

"I understand, Miss O'Niel." James stated firmly. "I will send a detachment to the Docks right away. You have my thanks."

Not waiting for her to respond, the 'Commissioner' hung up, before grabbing his radio.

"Delta and Omicron Squads, I have word from the Rebels the Foot are making moves at the Docks. Form up and move to reinforce the Rebels. Lethal force against Foot Clan forces are authorized, as usual. You have your orders."

With that, two squads of heavily armed and armored Remnants began moving towards the docks, using one of the Remnants' APCs to reach the area more quickly, as well as to have more fire support.

The Commissioner himself, meanwhile, moved next to Mayor Elects of the Old City Council. Any assassins would first have to get through him first to get a shot at the Elects.

The Square was heavily fortified today. Everyone knew how juicy of a target this meeting was, none more than the Council themselves. Yet in brave defiance in the face of the Foot Clan, they did so anyway.

"Yessir Commissioner, Delta and Omicron Squads moving in." came a quick reply from one of the Squad captains.

Once the APCs pulled up to the docks the Remnant forces began to pile out armed for war. The Foot Soldier's heard the noise of the APC's and quickly began to fan out heading towards the entrance.

@Zaravan

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Shek was silent as he mulled over his options, on one hand, the docks were a valuable situation but the head to send a message is just as strong, Shek isn't a frontline fighter, so if a battle breaks out he won't be in the best situation, but thinking logically, he is better at keeping his calm than Slasher which is a must but if some trouble appears at the docks Shek may not be able to handle it.

"I'll take the rally, I can probably get close enough to deal with the target in the confusion, I just worry if any trouble pops up that I may not be able to handle it, but it's just as much about sending a message so I believe I can handle that while Slasher deals with the shipment, he's better in direct combat after" Shek shrugs at that, he can handle himself but it's getting close that is the problem, he has his poisoned darts at least if things get to difficult.

"Then go," Karai smirked before she placed her helmet on. "Your forces are already waiting on rooftops overlooking the square while many are hidden as normal civilians in the crowd as well. They are awaiting your signal to strike."

"I'll make sure things go smoothly, if any Turtles, Rebels or Remnant show I will make sure the docks run with their blood." Slasher bowed and then turned to head straight to the docks.

@Dancelord

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Martin had been relaxing in his room, one dog over his sock-covered feet, one on his lap, and one lounging on the slightly ragged couch and resting against his head. He was "reading", which right now meant he was dozing with the book splayed open on his chest. They definitely weren't snoring in sync, no sir.

When the call came in, his hand reached for the phone and picked it up, his eyes still closed.

"Kell."
He listened to Casey and nodded, causing the dog up there to stretch and yawn.
"Understood. I'll load for gator."

That was Martin's modified way of saying "loaded for bear", since there were multiple hostile Gator Mutants in New York and they were universally very, very tough.
Martin hung up and carefully set his pets to one side, giving each of them quick belly rubs and pets before moving to the makeshift closet in the room. There, he quickly and smoothly pulled on his field uniform and armor. He then strapped on his various blades and clipped miscellaneous tools to his belt and harness. In just over two minutes he was out the door and headed to the armory.

There, he claimed his twin custom pistols and grabbed several magazines of .40cal ammunition for each, including two clips of armor-piercing rounds apiece. He also picked out a few grenades, one of which was an incendiary (which earned him a look from the quartermaster). Finally feeling ready, he headed to the lobby.

He walked in, gait smooth and efficient, and when he came upon Casey and April, he stopped and sketched off a quick salute.

"Wolfhoud, reporting."

"Good to see you Wolfhound," April nodded at the seasoned Rebel. She then turned and stepped outside carrying a AK-47 in her arms. Outside the building several renovated and armored channel 6 News vans were idling and already filled with several rebel soldier's.

"We need to get moving," April said as she stepped into the back of the van. "We don't want to miss the action."

"You're right about that," Casey said as he stepped inside and pulled down his menacing hockey mask.

@KnightDisciple

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John-John chewed nervously on his lower lip as he considered what his master had said. He had gotten lucky the last time and had managed to catch two of the bots of guard before they could retaliate but, the last one had managed to notice him before he could get in a good strike. "I don't know Master Donatello... Maybe? If I can sneak up on them then I might be able to get the advantage but, If you upgraded the sensors like I think you did then the blind spot is gone and then I can't abuse it like I did last time..." John-John devolved into a series of mutters that could just barely be heard under his breath. Most of what he was saying were differing plans on how to possibly take the robots that his Master had made.

"The sensors have been updated yes," Donatello replied with grin as he tinkered with a remote control. "Which means that they will react more like humans to a distraction; or say a smoke bomb or something of the like." Donnie said as he directed the robots into the hallway.

"There is no time for maybe's Johnathan; now show me what you can do."

@See my smile

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Jace was beyond excited to try out their new jungle gym. It's just a start, but training will be much better than what we had to work with before.

With a cheeky grin he looks to Junior, "Righteous! It'll be great to do some sparring with Junior. I hope you know I won't be going easy on you bud!" He finishes saying with a wink.

Jace leaps up onto the bars and swings around a couple times before settling himself by grasping a high bar with his hands and tail. He spares no time just as he said, as he begins to swing toward M.J. lightly flailing his legs in a kickboxing fashion.

MJ whipped his chain around him to cause Jace to pause before swinging at him legs kicking. He then ducked under the kicks and jumped to another monkey-bar; his turtle feet just barely wrapping around the bar as he centered his weight so his big heavy shell didn't cause him to fall. His shell was now facing Jace's back. MJ attempted to turn around and lash his chain at Jace.

@GideonBurkheart

OOC: will add Kane post next time
 
A black garbed FS wandered past the crate that Veronica was standing on as he made his patrol. He happened to turn at the last second to see Veroica standing there. His eyes widened Veronica would have only a few seconds to bring him down quietly before he alerted the others of her presence.
Veronica did what any sane person would do. She took one of her daggers and threw it, straight into the soldier's neck. Darting forward, she held her hand over his mouth as he sank to the ground. Once she was sure of his death, she found a place with a fairly gap between highly stacked crates. She stealthily ran up there with the body and lay prone, looking down at the gap. She then dropped the body down, creating a very distinct sound.
 
"Yessir Commissioner, Delta and Omicron Squads moving in." came a quick reply from one of the Squad captains.

Once the APCs pulled up to the docks the Remnant forces began to pile out armed for war. The Foot Soldier's heard the noise of the APC's and quickly began to fan out heading towards the entrance.

While the two squads were taking care of the Docks situation, James ordered the Remnants guarding the square to be on high alert and report any suspicious or out of place activities.

"...Remember. The Foot have tried to assassinate not only I, but the other members of the council as well. We know their tricks. Watch the shadows, stick with your squad, and do not leave your back unguarded. Oh, and remember to look up." He states through the radio channels.

With that, the Commissioner readied his shotgun, and watched the rooftops and crowd both. Looking for a shift in the shadows... From all the bloodshed between the Remnants and the Foot in the past, he'd learned very well how to spot any infiltrators. He'd be long dead otherwise.
 
"It's not a common thing, you're right." Leo said. If his senseless eyes weren't covered she would see them narrowed ever the slightly. "But you fail to grasp the point; Master Splinter used to force us to balance on these balls for hours on end balancing multiple items as he spun us around with his stick." Leo smirked a she recalled the hours of Ninja training Splinter used to force on them.

"We hated it but it made us better Ninja because of it." Leo spun his katanas in the air as he readied himself for another strike. However his old turtle phone clipped to his belt began to vibrate. There were only five people in the world who had this number: his three brother's, April and Casey.

"Hold on," Leo said as he sheathed a Katana and grasped the phone with his four fingered green hand before pushing it to the crane of his neck where his turtle ear-hole was.

"Hello?"

"Leo, its April. I know its been a long time since I've called. I can only find your and Raph's number but the Foot is expecting a big shipment on the docks. I thought you might want to show with your pupils and kick some Shell."

"Understood appreciate the call April; consider us there." Leo then ended the call. "Looks like training will be postponed for today; prepare yourself for a fight. It's time we left the sewer's and reminded the Foot Clan that we are coming for them. We're coming for them all." images of his fallen master played in Leo's head.

@Nox
Rev patently listened to her master's lecture. She knew it was all important, but it was always hard to focus on the philosophical aspects of her training. Still, she did manage to get it, and it made sense. Far more interesting to her was the news that followed after, kicking in the face of the Foot Clan was just the best of times.

"Awww yea!" She said with a pumped fist, then flipping off the ball into a graceful landing. "I was just itching for a little action." With that, she retrieved the set of twin pistols set aside for non-firearm training. She gave them a quick check over, a showly twirl, then slid them into her belt holsters. She did the same thing with the twin katana (a close replica to her master's own, although the blades were forged almost perfectly strait rather than curved.) giving them a spin to feel the balance, and slid them back into the holsters on her back.

Arming done, she made a bow to Master Leonardo that was half properly respectful and half cracking her knuckles and grinning, she spoke. "I'm ready, master. Where are the unlucky Foot Clan tonight?"
 
MJ whipped his chain around him to cause Jace to pause before swinging at him legs kicking. He then ducked under the kicks and jumped to another monkey-bar; his turtle feet just barely wrapping around the bar as he centered his weight so his big heavy shell didn't cause him to fall. His shell was now facing Jace's back. MJ attempted to turn around and lash his chain at Jace.

Jace gracefully dodges the chain while flipping himself off the bar only to catch it again with his tail. He reaches into his outfit and pulls out his own chained weapon, the Kyoketsu-Shoge. Jace swings his body backward and catches a bar with his feet. Now walking upside down down, he goes from bar to bar to get behind MJ. Holding the ringed end of his shoge tightly for leverage, Jace tosses the hooked end towards MJ's turtle shell in hopes to hook him and yank him down with all his little monkey strength.
 
"Good to see you Wolfhound," April nodded at the seasoned Rebel. She then turned and stepped outside carrying a AK-47 in her arms. Outside the building several renovated and armored channel 6 News vans were idling and already filled with several rebel soldier's.

"We need to get moving," April said as she stepped into the back of the van. "We don't want to miss the action."

"You're right about that," Casey said as he stepped inside and pulled down his menacing hockey mask.

@KnightDisciple
Wolfhound nodded to April, Casey, and the others as he walked up, his helmet and weapons securely fastened.

"Any more intel on this? And are we using typical rules of engagement?"

He climbed into the van after the two of them, taking the last available seat.

"We going to send out scouts ahead of the rest of us, or all go in at once?"
 
-City Docks



Veronica did what any sane person would do. She took one of her daggers and threw it, straight into the soldier's neck. Darting forward, she held her hand over his mouth as he sank to the ground. Once she was sure of his death, she found a place with a fairly gap between highly stacked crates. She stealthily ran up there with the body and lay prone, looking down at the gap. She then dropped the body down, creating a very distinct sound.

Veronica's movements were unseen as several Foot Soldier's and Ninja made their way towards the front of the docks while a large force remained waiting on the ship approaching in the harbor. One of the croc mutants twitched slightly as his long snout began to sniff the air.

"I smell blood," one of the bulky green mutants rumbled. The other three Croc's; one was a female turned towards the male. "I'm going to find the source; stay here." the croc said. It then stabbed its paw into the wooden deck until it broke through. The croc mutant grunted as it tore the wood open before there was a large opening. It then jumped through the hole and into the water; starting to swim under the docks now.

@HoodedHero007

It didn't take Slasher long before he reached the edge of the docks. He turned to see several Rebel vans in the distance approaching. Slasher grinned before he threw himself into the water and then began to swim towards the docks. He stayed towards the surface to see how things would play out.



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-The Rally


While the two squads were taking care of the Docks situation, James ordered the Remnants guarding the square to be on high alert and report any suspicious or out of place activities.

"...Remember. The Foot have tried to assassinate not only I, but the other members of the council as well. We know their tricks. Watch the shadows, stick with your squad, and do not leave your back unguarded. Oh, and remember to look up." He states through the radio channels.

With that, the Commissioner readied his shotgun, and watched the rooftops and crowd both. Looking for a shift in the shadows... From all the bloodshed between the Remnants and the Foot in the past, he'd learned very well how to spot any infiltrators. He'd be long dead otherwise.

"Sir, yes sir." one of his men responded as they began to turn their eyes towards the rooftops and several men broke off towards some dark alleyways with flashlights in their hands.

A Foot soldier laying on his belly with a sniper rifle edged himself closer on a rooftop. He knew he was supposed to be waiting for Shek's signal but he was getting antsy. Through his sights he had a really good line on the Commissioner who was standing in front of the woman mayor Elect as if to protect her. The man was dressed in NYPD riot armor which made taking him out too hard. He moved his sights towards the large Gecko mutant who was currently speaking on a peaceful treaty with humans and mutant kind alike. The purple clad Foot Soldier pulled the trigger and a bullet flew into the Gecko mutant's chest. He stumbled back clutching at blood seeping from his fingers.

People stood in shock for a moment before they began to scream. Several Foot Soldier's in the crowd pulled off their wigs and disguises; still wearing civilian clothing they pulled on Foot Clan purple and black ski masks and then began either gunning down innocent citizens in the crowd to thin it or slide through them with katana.

A few Foot Ninja burst from the shadows of the alleyway but three were met with shotgun blasts from armored Remnant forces while a forth broke through and made a charge towards the steps of the stage towards the woman Janice.

"For the Foot Clan!"

@Zaravan

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-Rebel Vans

Wolfhound nodded to April, Casey, and the others as he walked up, his helmet and weapons securely fastened.

"Any more intel on this? And are we using typical rules of engagement?"

He climbed into the van after the two of them, taking the last available seat.

"We going to send out scouts ahead of the rest of us, or all go in at once?"

"We already have six scouts in place on the docks; that's who saw their movements. Their radio chatter reports that the Foot is patrolling the docks they are expecting an attack. Their numbers are strong which is why we're sending multiple vans and Rebel's to the Docks now." April reported.

"Usual rules of engagement; detain some of the Foot of you can. Stop them from getting the shipment at all costs. I came with a little gift for the Foot; several explosive charges in my backpack. If needed we're going to blow the boat up they are expecting and sink their stinking drugs and weapons." Casey said through his mask.

"Lethal force can be used if needed." April said. Long ago this would have appalled her.

@KnightDisciple

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-Leo's Lair

Rev patently listened to her master's lecture. She knew it was all important, but it was always hard to focus on the philosophical aspects of her training. Still, she did manage to get it, and it made sense. Far more interesting to her was the news that followed after, kicking in the face of the Foot Clan was just the best of times.

"Awww yea!" She said with a pumped fist, then flipping off the ball into a graceful landing. "I was just itching for a little action." With that, she retrieved the set of twin pistols set aside for non-firearm training. She gave them a quick check over, a showly twirl, then slid them into her belt holsters. She did the same thing with the twin katana (a close replica to her master's own, although the blades were forged almost perfectly strait rather than curved.) giving them a spin to feel the balance, and slid them back into the holsters on her back.

Arming done, she made a bow to Master Leonardo that was half properly respectful and half cracking her knuckles and grinning, she spoke. "I'm ready, master. Where are the unlucky Foot Clan tonight?"

"They are on the docks," Leo replied. "The rest of you my Pupils will stay here and protect our home from a possible Foot attack." Leo commanded. As ever he was cautious. "I will go with Rev but I will watch from the shadows. I will only help you Rev if I feel you are slipping up or about to get killed. Consider this mission your first big test of this training season."

"We will take the Turtle-Bikes parked in the garage chamber behind our lair; come." Leo said. Until now he'd never allowed Rev to ride one of the bikes that Donnie had made long ago.

@Nox

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-Mikey's Lair

Jace gracefully dodges the chain while flipping himself off the bar only to catch it again with his tail. He reaches into his outfit and pulls out his own chained weapon, the Kyoketsu-Shoge. Jace swings his body backward and catches a bar with his feet. Now walking upside down down, he goes from bar to bar to get behind MJ. Holding the ringed end of his shoge tightly for leverage, Jace tosses the hooked end towards MJ's turtle shell in hopes to hook him and yank him down with all his little monkey strength.

The sharp Hook sunk into the corner of MJ's shell and as he was pulled backwards he toppled off the monkey-bar Jungle Gym contraption; his feet dangling above the top of the subway car until his shell broke free and he impacted the subway roof denting it a bit.

"Bummer dude," Mikey said as he slapped his forehead. "No pizza for you MJ!" Mikey chuckled. He was about to give Jace some major props when his turtle phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see a live stream of the Rally on Face Book where people were being attacked by Foot Agents.

"Oh man, that's just not cool dude. There are civilians in danger Jace; what do you say we get out there and kick some Shell for once? Or... whats a good monkey themed-ass kicking pun my guy?"

@GideonBurkheart

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-Kane

Raph had gotten several texts from April involving the Dock situation. He'd relayed the information to Kane and told his pupil that it was time to prove himself.

"I will not fail you my Master," Kane bowed to Raph. The white and red banded Turtle readied himself before leaping off the rooftop and leaping from roof to roof as he headed towards the docks. With Kane's powerful legs and jumping ability it didn't take him long to make his way to the docks.

He stood on a rooftop over looking the docks as he watched the Foot Clan's movements. He counted three Croc mutants on the docks which would be a challenge. He wondered if any of the other Turtle pupils would show before he jumped from the roof to the ground below; looking around for enemies.

 
"Sir, yes sir." one of his men responded as they began to turn their eyes towards the rooftops and several men broke off towards some dark alleyways with flashlights in their hands.

A Foot soldier laying on his belly with a sniper rifle edged himself closer on a rooftop. He knew he was supposed to be waiting for Shek's signal but he was getting antsy. Through his sights he had a really good line on the Commissioner who was standing in front of the woman mayor Elect as if to protect her. The man was dressed in NYPD riot armor which made taking him out too hard. He moved his sights towards the large Gecko mutant who was currently speaking on a peaceful treaty with humans and mutant kind alike. The purple clad Foot Soldier pulled the trigger and a bullet flew into the Gecko mutant's chest. He stumbled back clutching at blood seeping from his fingers.

People stood in shock for a moment before they began to scream. Several Foot Soldier's in the crowd pulled off their wigs and disguises; still wearing civilian clothing they pulled on Foot Clan purple and black ski masks and then began either gunning down innocent citizens in the crowd to thin it or slide through them with katana.

A few Foot Ninja burst from the shadows of the alleyway but three were met with shotgun blasts from armored Remnant forces while a forth broke through and made a charge towards the steps of the stage towards the woman Janice.

"For the Foot Clan!"

"Damn you, Foot Clan!" James hissed, as the forth charged Janice, the Commissioner threw out a hand, and, grabbing the Ninja by the front of his shirt, lifted him up and slammed him back down onto the ground!

Standing over him, James took his shotgun by both hands, and smashed the butt of the stock hard into the Ninja's skull! Again and again!

"You!"

*Thwack*

"Will!"

*Thwack*

"NOT!

*Thwack*

"TAKE!"

*Thwack*

"MY!"

*Thwack!*

"CITY!"

*Crunch!*

With the last blow, the commissioner caved the Ninja's head in! It was... Terribly graphic. His weapon and armor splattered in crimson, James brought up the pump-action shotgun and blasted the arm off of another Foot Clan Ninja with a slug round.

"All Units!" He barked into his mic. "The Foot Clan have assassinated Mutant Council Elect Zachariah! Red Alert! Kill every single Foot Clan you find! No Prisoners!"
 
The sensors have been updated yes," Donatello replied with grin as he tinkered with a remote control. "Which means that they will react more like humans to a distraction; or say a smoke bomb or something of the like." Donnie said as he directed the robots into the hallway.

"There is no time for maybe's Johnathan; now show me what you can do."

@See my smile

Johnathan breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. He slowed his heart rate and then realized a low chirp and listened to the picture that it brought back to him.

Then he slide the Messer of his back knowing that comparatively more fragile Jiang night break if he tried to pierce the bots shell with it. His hand crossbow was held in a low grip and he crouched near the entrance to hall. Then he snap shot a bolt into the far corner then moved towards the closest bot.

(OOC: I'm not sure what the situation looks like so, I'm going to try and get them looking in the opposite direction and then move toward the one closest to me.)
 
-Rebel Vans



"We already have six scouts in place on the docks; that's who saw their movements. Their radio chatter reports that the Foot is patrolling the docks they are expecting an attack. Their numbers are strong which is why we're sending multiple vans and Rebel's to the Docks now." April reported.

"Usual rules of engagement; detain some of the Foot of you can. Stop them from getting the shipment at all costs. I came with a little gift for the Foot; several explosive charges in my backpack. If needed we're going to blow the boat up they are expecting and sink their stinking drugs and weapons." Casey said through his mask.

"Lethal force can be used if needed." April said. Long ago this would have appalled her.

@KnightDisciple
Wolfhound listened, then nodded.

"I'll wing a few for you. Don't need your Achilles tendons to live."

He, uh, probably wasn't being sarcastic or metaphorical.

"Anyone besides me carrying loads to take on their thicker-skinned Mutants?"

He pulled his pistols out and (keeping them pointed away from anyone, or anything important) checked the magazines, then the pop-out blades. Satisfied, he holstered them and mentally prepared himself for the coming action.
 
Veronica's movements were unseen as several Foot Soldier's and Ninja made their way towards the front of the docks while a large force remained waiting on the ship approaching in the harbor. One of the croc mutants twitched slightly as his long snout began to sniff the air.
"I smell blood," one of the bulky green mutants rumbled. The other three Croc's; one was a female turned towards the male. "I'm going to find the source; stay here." the croc said. It then stabbed its paw into the wooden deck until it broke through. The croc mutant grunted as it tore the wood open before there was a large opening. It then jumped through the hole and into the water; starting to swim under the docks now.

@HoodedHero007

It didn't take Slasher long before he reached the edge of the docks. He turned to see several Rebel vans in the distance approaching. Slasher grinned before he threw himself into the water and then began to swim towards the docks. He stayed towards the surface to see how things would play out.
Veronica saw the actions of the mutant members of the Foot Clan in annoyance. Her ploy hadn't worked. "Tch," she muttered, "fine, I'll do it that way." She drew 4 daggers in one hand and threw them into the necks of the Feet, then moved again to a place where her cover wasn't blown.
 
The sharp Hook sunk into the corner of MJ's shell and as he was pulled backwards he toppled off the monkey-bar Jungle Gym contraption; his feet dangling above the top of the subway car until his shell broke free and he impacted the subway roof denting it a bit.

"Bummer dude," Mikey said as he slapped his forehead. "No pizza for you MJ!" Mikey chuckled. He was about to give Jace some major props when his turtle phone vibrated. He pulled it out to see a live stream of the Rally on Face Book where people were being attacked by Foot Agents.

"Oh man, that's just not cool dude. There are civilians in danger Jace; what do you say we get out there and kick some Shell for once? Or... whats a good monkey themed-ass kicking pun my guy?"

"Serious?! Then we gotta be goin' dudes! Those Foot are gunna be gibbon what's coming to them. Yeah that's decent." Jace exclaims with both delight and anguish. He would never wish harm on anyone, but he sure gets a thrill out of kicking some Foot butt nowadays.

With a couple more swings, he leaps off the jungle gym (albeit not as fancifully, due to him being in a rush) and his little feet quickly wisk him off to retrieve his sniper rifle. He shortly returns to Mikey and MJ with his rifle slung over his shoulder. "Alright, so we gotta get to the Rally, shouldn't be too far right? We got a couple vehicles to get their faster?"

He turns to MJ, "I'm hoping you're coming with us to do some good, dude! Partners?" and he stretches out his hand to him before everyone heads out to backup the innocents at the rally.
 
"They are on the docks," Leo replied. "The rest of you my Pupils will stay here and protect our home from a possible Foot attack." Leo commanded. As ever he was cautious. "I will go with Rev but I will watch from the shadows. I will only help you Rev if I feel you are slipping up or about to get killed. Consider this mission your first big test of this training season."

"We will take the Turtle-Bikes parked in the garage chamber behind our lair; come." Leo said. Until now he'd never allowed Rev to ride one of the bikes that Donnie had made long ago.

@Nox

Rev held in the urge to pump her fists in victory and do a happy little jig until after she was out of sight of the other students and Leo was looking away...that master Leo could tell she was doing it due to his specal senses was something Rev didn't think about.

Gleefully hopping on the vehicle in question, Rev...well, revved the bike with a grin. She knew how to drive such a vehicle of course, but these beauties were special. Hell, she had been the one to keep them working for today. They were beyond her skill to create or upgrade, but Rev knew enough to keep them running.

"How many do you think there will be, master ten? Twenty? They would need at least that many to slow us down..." She was boastful, but not inaccurate. Between the two of them, low level grunts would go down fast. She put on her helmet (with holes for her long ears, of course) and set herself up to follow master's lead.
 
"Damn you, Foot Clan!" James hissed, as the forth charged Janice, the Commissioner threw out a hand, and, grabbing the Ninja by the front of his shirt, lifted him up and slammed him back down onto the ground!

Standing over him, James took his shotgun by both hands, and smashed the butt of the stock hard into the Ninja's skull! Again and again!

"You!"

*Thwack*

"Will!"

*Thwack*

"NOT!

*Thwack*

"TAKE!"

*Thwack*

"MY!"

*Thwack!*

"CITY!"

*Crunch!*

With the last blow, the commissioner caved the Ninja's head in! It was... Terribly graphic. His weapon and armor splattered in crimson, James brought up the pump-action shotgun and blasted the arm off of another Foot Clan Ninja with a slug round.

"All Units!" He barked into his mic. "The Foot Clan have assassinated Mutant Council Elect Zachariah! Red Alert! Kill every single Foot Clan you find! No Prisoners!"

"I'm not dead yet," Zachariah hissed. The shot was bad but it didn't hit his heart. Besides reptiles were resilient creatures. The gecko mutant jumped onto the nearest wall holding his wound with one hand while climbing with the other three.

"My mutant brother and sisters! I need you now! You must keep the Foot from killing me and ending your freedom!"

A surge of mutant animals burst through the crowd and charged into nearby Foot Soldier's.

More bullets rained down on the stage as several Remnant cops protected the woman elect with their armored bodies. James call had been heard and more Remnant forces surged into the graphic scene aiding in the fight against the Foot warriors. The Foot Sniper on the rooftop was quickly shot down and rolled down the roof his purple tunic stained with blood and bullet holes.

@Zaravan

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Johnathan breathed deeply and exhaled slowly. He slowed his heart rate and then realized a low chirp and listened to the picture that it brought back to him.

Then he slide the Messer of his back knowing that comparatively more fragile Jiang night break if he tried to pierce the bots shell with it. His hand crossbow was held in a low grip and he crouched near the entrance to hall. Then he snap shot a bolt into the far corner then moved towards the closest bot.

(OOC: I'm not sure what the situation looks like so, I'm going to try and get them looking in the opposite direction and then move toward the one closest to me.)

The bolt flew past the two robot's and impacted the far wall; the robots sensors picked it up and their heads turned towards the wall to view the threat. Johnathan moved towards the robot standing closer to him which had its robot face turned away. He would have a few more seconds to strike.

@See my smile

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Wolfhound listened, then nodded.

"I'll wing a few for you. Don't need your Achilles tendons to live."

He, uh, probably wasn't being sarcastic or metaphorical.

"Anyone besides me carrying loads to take on their thicker-skinned Mutants?"

He pulled his pistols out and (keeping them pointed away from anyone, or anything important) checked the magazines, then the pop-out blades. Satisfied, he holstered them and mentally prepared himself for the coming action.

"I think we have a RPG laying around here somewhere, that should do." April smiled. "Just limited ammo for it so we got to make it count."

The Rebel van slid to a halt outside the docks; along with the rest.

"Rebel Scout's this is April we've touched down on the zone. Stay where you are and wait for our first shots before joining the fray." she said into her cellphone which would send her voice clip to all the scouts in the zone.

"Let's go," Casey said as he opened the van door. Boots on the ground Rebel's began jumping onto the pavement and heading towards the wooden entrance of the docks.

@KnightDisciple

Veronica saw the actions of the mutant members of the Foot Clan in annoyance. Her ploy hadn't worked. "Tch," she muttered, "fine, I'll do it that way." She drew 4 daggers in one hand and threw them into the necks of the Feet, then moved again to a place where her cover wasn't blown.

As Veronica moved to a new safe spot the mutant croc swam under the docks until he found the source of the blood dripping into the water. "Rrrrrrr," the mutant breathed in the water as she smashed through the wood and onto the dock. A dead Foot soldier slumped at his feet from within the hiding spot from all the movement and planks being broken.

"FOOT CLAN, I have a dead Foot Soldier here! We have enemies here! Find them and kill then all!" he barked.

@HoodedHero007

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"Serious?! Then we gotta be goin' dudes! Those Foot are gunna be gibbon what's coming to them. Yeah that's decent." Jace exclaims with both delight and anguish. He would never wish harm on anyone, but he sure gets a thrill out of kicking some Foot butt nowadays.

With a couple more swings, he leaps off the jungle gym (albeit not as fancifully, due to him being in a rush) and his little feet quickly wisk him off to retrieve his sniper rifle. He shortly returns to Mikey and MJ with his rifle slung over his shoulder. "Alright, so we gotta get to the Rally, shouldn't be too far right? We got a couple vehicles to get their faster?"

He turns to MJ, "I'm hoping you're coming with us to do some good, dude! Partners?" and he stretches out his hand to him before everyone heads out to backup the innocents at the rally.

"Partners bro," MJ said as he fist bumped the monkey-ninja though he didn't look happy about getting knocked down.

"Of course my little bro-child," Mikey said as he walked through his subway lair towards a sheet of cloth in the corner. He whipped it off revealing three massive sized green longboards with machines under the bottom.

"These longboards are like electric dude and totally rocket powered." Mikey grinned as he climbed on his. "Make sure you strap your feet in or you'll be a goner if you activate the rocket power." Mikey said.

"Just touch the green turtle shell with your toe to totally go rocket." Mikey said as he picked up his board and then turned towards the metal sewer ladder that would take them to the surface.

@GideonBurkheart

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Rev held in the urge to pump her fists in victory and do a happy little jig until after she was out of sight of the other students and Leo was looking away...that master Leo could tell she was doing it due to his specal senses was something Rev didn't think about.

Gleefully hopping on the vehicle in question, Rev...well, revved the bike with a grin. She knew how to drive such a vehicle of course, but these beauties were special. Hell, she had been the one to keep them working for today. They were beyond her skill to create or upgrade, but Rev knew enough to keep them running.

"How many do you think there will be, master ten? Twenty? They would need at least that many to slow us down..." She was boastful, but not inaccurate. Between the two of them, low level grunts would go down fast. She put on her helmet (with holes for her long ears, of course) and set herself up to follow master's lead.

"Thirty to forty or more I'd say," Leo said as he mounted his bike and revved it as well. "The Foot doesn't tend to send light fighters when it comes to these things." the blind turtle said now. Its a good thing he had special senses to see or riding this bike would be impossible.

"Follow me and try not to bump or ding anything on the way." Leo burst down the sewer tunnel at a high speed. He clicked a button on the side of his bike and the sewer roof came down making a ramp to the outside that Donnie had installed in the past. Leo's bike got some air as it flew up the ramp and onto the New York street above. He then began racing towards the docks.

@Nox
 
"I think we have a RPG laying around here somewhere, that should do." April smiled. "Just limited ammo for it so we got to make it count."

The Rebel van slid to a halt outside the docks; along with the rest.

"Rebel Scout's this is April we've touched down on the zone. Stay where you are and wait for our first shots before joining the fray." she said into her cellphone which would send her voice clip to all the scouts in the zone.

"Let's go," Casey said as he opened the van door. Boots on the ground Rebel's began jumping onto the pavement and heading towards the wooden entrance of the docks.

@KnightDisciple

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As soon as the van stopped and the door opened, Wolfhoud was moving with a flash. His pistols were in his hands and he moved low to the ground. His path was erratic, zig-zagging from cover point to cover point, until he spotted a building that was lower than the others. He holstered his guns and reached up to activate his throat-mounted radio mic, so that he could speak softly and be heard by all.

"Moving to rooftop for vantage and ambush."

A nearby ladder accommodated him. It was only moments before he was darting across the roof, which would put him in a vantage point to see something. But what targets would present themselves?
 
As Veronica moved to a new safe spot the mutant croc swam under the docks until he found the source of the blood dripping into the water. "Rrrrrrr," the mutant breathed in the water as she smashed through the wood and onto the dock. A dead Foot soldier slumped at his feet from within the hiding spot from all the movement and planks being broken.

"FOOT CLAN, I have a dead Foot Soldier here! We have enemies here! Find them and kill then all!" he barked.
Veronica palmed another knife, considering her options. She could attempt to engage them directly in a melee or she could work like she has since been. The former would leave her open to attacks from behind and from those Purple Feet, while the later would take a bit too long for her tastes. Alternatively...

She spotted the remaining Purple-clad Feet, and drew enough daggers for the each of them, plus the one she was already holding.

She flipped the dagger in her hand and threw the first at the Reptilian Foot, embedding it in his forehead. As the Purple Feet were trying to react, she dropped them, too. She slid her way down between the crates onto the ground. Stepping out of the shadows, she revealed herself.

"There's been a change of plans, boys, sorry for the confusion. 'What are the new plans,' you ask? Well, they're quite simple," Veronica slid her sword from its sheath, "You all fuck off and die." She took a couple steps back so she could take advantage of the choke point provided by the shipping crates.
 
More bullets rained down on the stage as several Remnant cops protected the woman elect with their armored bodies. James call had been heard and more Remnant forces surged into the graphic scene aiding in the fight against the Foot warriors. The Foot Sniper on the rooftop was quickly shot down and rolled down the roof his purple tunic stained with blood and bullet holes.

As James kept fighting, having charged into close combat with several Foot at once and taking them down with brutal lethality one at a time, he called out as he blasted the head off one of them at close range with his pistol.

"Rally, Remnants! Get the Council Elects out of here! Remember, We may die, but the Law never will!"

At least half a dozen Remnant cops were filled with a fanatical zeal at his words, and charged into close combat with the Foot alongside James to buy the rest time to evacuate the Elects and the civilians. Brandishing Riot shields and electrified Batons, they eagerly clashed with Foot warriors in a chaotic melee!
 
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