Up above New York is a massive ship and a giant portal in the sky. There are explosions in the distance, the US military is trying to attack the ship and keeps getting shot down.
Donnie, Leo, and Mikey are hopping from debris to piece of debris. The gravity between the ship and the top of the buildings is Weird. Donnie is complaining about not having the tech to help with the jumps or counting his steps because complaining is a way to Cope.
Then they get to the ship and Leo slices in. The ship is some kind of bio organic thing and its very gross slipping inside and Donnie Not A Fan and wonders if he should have joined April's team. Leo shushes him. He tells him and Mikey to focus on taking control of the ship while he goes to find Raph, rushing off.
Mikey asks how to hack in and Donnie's best guess if the main console. Unfortunately, Kraang 2 is in it. Which is when they notice a tentacle behind them that they barely dodge and their perch is destroyed as they fall to the ground. Kraang 2 is aware they're there. The tentacle barrage starts.
Donnie and Mikey are doing their best to fend them off. Mikey is better, he's a lot more nimble than Donnie who gets thrown around a lot when he gets caught, until Mikey finally get the angle and timing right to make Kraang 2 knock himself out of his own perch.
Donnie is pretty sure its on purpose and praises Mikey before getting to the console. Which has no buttons or computers. Instead its just full of gross, drippy tentacles. Donnie is confused, how is he supposed to hack th-
Then he realizes.
The horror is immediate.
His mind is already screaming at him. He says he can't do it. Mikey takes a moment before he realizes what Donnie needs to do. Mikey is then also grossed out. He tells Donnie he believes in him! Donnie says its his worst nightmare! Mikey validates him, he knows it is!
But they both know Donnie has to do it.
Donnie hypes himself up and sticks his hands into the tentacles.
There is a static in his brain.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god-
He can feel the tentacles under his hands, crawling up his arms, the sensation brings tears to his eyes, he hates it, he wants it to stop, he wants it to stop, but he has to keep GOING.
Then the tentacles start to dig in to his skin, and he starts to hear-
The thrusters aren't responding to him. He is able to get garbled information from the ship, noise he can somewhat decipher on operations, on whose where, on what he can do, but he doesn't have enough data going OUT to make any changes.
His stress is growing. He hates this, he wants it to stop, he wants to be anywhere else, he wants to pull his arms out and curl up into a little ball and cry until all these feelings and noise leave him-
He's not going to be able to move the ship like this.
He has to move the ship, but he's not getting the connection like this, he needs more.
He needs-
The horror grows in him.
But...the world is counting on him. More importantly-
Leo is counting on him. He asked Donnie to do this. He trusted Donnie to be able to do this. He Has To Do This. This is something only he's going to be able to do, he can tell that already by how much information there is. This is the only way to keep his family safe.
He's starting to tug out his arms, but the tentacles are fighting him, so he tells Mikey to take off his battleshell. Mikey hesitates, worried that Donnie would be too vulnerable with just his soft shell. Donnie insists and Mikey relents just as Donnie's able to yank his arms free.
He turns around and falls back into the console, the manic thought of how it really had to be him. Not only is his brain necessary for everything that is going on, but those tentacles wouldn't be able to dig in to his brothers' shells at al-
The tentacles burrow in deep. His mind screams white hot agony. He can feel them digging in along his spine, coiling to his nervous system, up to his brain, and he wants to sob-
Its so much, its too much, its too much, too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much-
CONNECTION
He no longer feels his body. What he feels is so much more than that. He isn't just connected to the ship, he is the ship. He feels all its power, all its weapons, every doors and floor and conduit.
You are so much more. This is what it means to have power. What it means to be so much bigger than yourself, a single entity is nothing compare to the glory of all.
He can see the attacking forces. He shuts down the lasers, allows the few remaining jets to attack. Unfortunately, they are not strong enough for his shell.
How foolish these weak pests are. To kill them fast was a mercy, instead of letting them struggle fruitlessly against something they cannot beat. That is the duty of the strong.
There are forces on the move. He can give a command. Sister has control of some, but she is busy, so he needs to direct the mindless masses. He knows where all the emergency shelters are.
What a brilliant mind you are. This is where you belong. This is where you can become the very best of what you should be. You are stronger, you are faster, you are smarter and don't you want to be the very best of what you can be.
He knows the military bandwidths. It would take moments for him to hack in, to take control of the missiles. They don't even need to waste his resources. As laughable easy as it would be to destroy them, it would be nothing to him.
Nothing can stand up to your power.
The power is divine and so is he. He is so much more. How could he have been so afraid of connecting? This is truly heaven. To no longer be limited by a body that was imperfect compared to his brothers. He had always preferred tech. Here, he could be both. Man and machine, and so very magnificent.
Nothing is more perfect than the Kraang.
Nothing is more perfect than the Kraang.
Now spread our perfection.
Its euphoria. He sees all the attacking forces, he knows the best place to get recruits. He can be rid of the pests attacking his shell. The Guard is taking care of one of the foolish stronger creatures who is holding back-
Nothing matters besides the Kraang.
But-that's Leo-that's Raph-
Meaningless labels. You are the Kraang.
No. No, he's-he's Donatello-
You Are Kraang
Brother has freed himself from the debris and is going to attack the smallest stronger creature-
All Will Join Kraange Or Perish
Mikey-
NO
He wretches his mind from the feeling of euphoria because that is his little brother and he would burn the world to protect him! The tentacles lash out, swats away the Kraang, and more tentacles shoot out from the wall to hold him down.
He calls out to Mikey. He needs to connect to Mikey. He needs his brother, because the euphoria is digging into his mind and he can't help, but declare his amazement that he's an actual, honest to god SPACE SHIP.
You Are Kraang.
He is Donnie and he shuts down the lasers.
You Are Kraang
He directs what forces he can away from the shelters, towards places that are more likely to be empty. At least more empty.
DO NOT BE WEAK
He is not weak, because Mikey is here, and Leo is counting on him, and his family is counting on him.
He cannot afford to be weak.
YOU COULD BE SO MUCH MORE WITH THE KRAANG
Maybe he could be. There is the thrill of it, the words gushing out to Mikey. Man and machine, betwixt in perfect biotic synergy. He loves it. He adores it, he wants to stay in this state for the rest of time.
He finds the thrusters and he pushes his body-
He pushes the Technodrone back through the portal.
GIVE IN AND BE MORE
His little brother is looking at him in amazement. He could never disappoint him when he looks at him like that.
He sees it now. The Prison Dimension. The cold vastness of it. The silence that seems to permeate the realm. The destruction of countless other Kraang.
He is in bliss. He is in nirvana. Everything is wonderful and beautiful and he wants to stay here forever.
He feels the pleasure of it digging into his mind, trying to take control, to utilize his brain as another resource for its parasitic empire. Given enough time, he knows he would lose.
But he doesn't need all the time. He just needs the ship through the portal.
His family will let him keep his mind for that long.
HOW DARE YOU DESECRATE KRAANG'S SHIP
The words are in his head and spoken aloud as he realizes the doors above Mikey have been open. There is another controller.
No, no, no!
He pushes the ship harder, he can't fight the Kraang leader for control, the ship favors his control, but he needs it through as much as he can. If its at least partly in, they can work with that-
Mikey is taken.
No, no, no, he can't fail-
He can't stop the tentacle that digs into the console for him, he doesn't even feel them wrap around him, he feels nothing until he sees his unconscious pulled out, when he feels the connection getting weaker. He struggles to get control, but he doesn't have the priority, he doesn't have the power-
The pain that hits him as he's disconnected is white hot. His back burns, he struggles, trying to get away from the pain, trying to get free, escape escape escape-
There are tears in his eyes. Everything hurts. He feels blood at his back. He feels the tentacles restraining him.
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Kraang Pilot
Up above New York is a massive ship and a giant portal in the sky. There are explosions in the distance, the US military is trying to attack the ship and keeps getting shot down.
Donnie, Leo, and Mikey are hopping from debris to piece of debris. The gravity between the ship and the top of the buildings is Weird. Donnie is complaining about not having the tech to help with the jumps or counting his steps because complaining is a way to Cope.
Then they get to the ship and Leo slices in. The ship is some kind of bio organic thing and its very gross slipping inside and Donnie Not A Fan and wonders if he should have joined April's team. Leo shushes him. He tells him and Mikey to focus on taking control of the ship while he goes to find Raph, rushing off.
Mikey asks how to hack in and Donnie's best guess if the main console. Unfortunately, Kraang 2 is in it. Which is when they notice a tentacle behind them that they barely dodge and their perch is destroyed as they fall to the ground. Kraang 2 is aware they're there. The tentacle barrage starts.
Donnie and Mikey are doing their best to fend them off. Mikey is better, he's a lot more nimble than Donnie who gets thrown around a lot when he gets caught, until Mikey finally get the angle and timing right to make Kraang 2 knock himself out of his own perch.
Donnie is pretty sure its on purpose and praises Mikey before getting to the console. Which has no buttons or computers. Instead its just full of gross, drippy tentacles. Donnie is confused, how is he supposed to hack th-
Then he realizes.
The horror is immediate.
His mind is already screaming at him. He says he can't do it. Mikey takes a moment before he realizes what Donnie needs to do. Mikey is then also grossed out. He tells Donnie he believes in him! Donnie says its his worst nightmare! Mikey validates him, he knows it is!
But they both know Donnie has to do it.
Donnie hypes himself up and sticks his hands into the tentacles.
There is a static in his brain.
Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god-
He can feel the tentacles under his hands, crawling up his arms, the sensation brings tears to his eyes, he hates it, he wants it to stop, he wants it to stop, but he has to keep GOING.
Then the tentacles start to dig in to his skin, and he starts to hear-
Leo and Raph are fighting above them.
The thrusters aren't responding to him. He is able to get garbled information from the ship, noise he can somewhat decipher on operations, on whose where, on what he can do, but he doesn't have enough data going OUT to make any changes.
His stress is growing. He hates this, he wants it to stop, he wants to be anywhere else, he wants to pull his arms out and curl up into a little ball and cry until all these feelings and noise leave him-
He's not going to be able to move the ship like this.
He has to move the ship, but he's not getting the connection like this, he needs more.
He needs-
The horror grows in him.
But...the world is counting on him. More importantly-
Leo is counting on him. He asked Donnie to do this. He trusted Donnie to be able to do this. He Has To Do This. This is something only he's going to be able to do, he can tell that already by how much information there is. This is the only way to keep his family safe.
He's starting to tug out his arms, but the tentacles are fighting him, so he tells Mikey to take off his battleshell. Mikey hesitates, worried that Donnie would be too vulnerable with just his soft shell. Donnie insists and Mikey relents just as Donnie's able to yank his arms free.
He turns around and falls back into the console, the manic thought of how it really had to be him. Not only is his brain necessary for everything that is going on, but those tentacles wouldn't be able to dig in to his brothers' shells at al-
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The tentacles burrow in deep. His mind screams white hot agony. He can feel them digging in along his spine, coiling to his nervous system, up to his brain, and he wants to sob-
Its so much, its too much, its too much, too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much too much-
He no longer feels his body. What he feels is so much more than that. He isn't just connected to the ship, he is the ship. He feels all its power, all its weapons, every doors and floor and conduit.
He can see the attacking forces. He shuts down the lasers, allows the few remaining jets to attack. Unfortunately, they are not strong enough for his shell.
There are forces on the move. He can give a command. Sister has control of some, but she is busy, so he needs to direct the mindless masses. He knows where all the emergency shelters are.
He knows the military bandwidths. It would take moments for him to hack in, to take control of the missiles. They don't even need to waste his resources. As laughable easy as it would be to destroy them, it would be nothing to him.
The power is divine and so is he. He is so much more. How could he have been so afraid of connecting? This is truly heaven. To no longer be limited by a body that was imperfect compared to his brothers. He had always preferred tech. Here, he could be both. Man and machine, and so very magnificent.
Nothing is more perfect than the Kraang.
Its euphoria. He sees all the attacking forces, he knows the best place to get recruits. He can be rid of the pests attacking his shell. The Guard is taking care of one of the foolish stronger creatures who is holding back-
But-that's Leo-that's Raph-
No. No, he's-he's Donatello-
Brother has freed himself from the debris and is going to attack the smallest stronger creature-
Mikey-
NO
He wretches his mind from the feeling of euphoria because that is his little brother and he would burn the world to protect him! The tentacles lash out, swats away the Kraang, and more tentacles shoot out from the wall to hold him down.
He calls out to Mikey. He needs to connect to Mikey. He needs his brother, because the euphoria is digging into his mind and he can't help, but declare his amazement that he's an actual, honest to god SPACE SHIP.
He is Donnie and he shuts down the lasers.
He directs what forces he can away from the shelters, towards places that are more likely to be empty. At least more empty.
He is not weak, because Mikey is here, and Leo is counting on him, and his family is counting on him.
He cannot afford to be weak.
Maybe he could be. There is the thrill of it, the words gushing out to Mikey. Man and machine, betwixt in perfect biotic synergy. He loves it. He adores it, he wants to stay in this state for the rest of time.
He finds the thrusters and he pushes his body-
He pushes the Technodrone back through the portal.
His little brother is looking at him in amazement. He could never disappoint him when he looks at him like that.
He sees it now. The Prison Dimension. The cold vastness of it. The silence that seems to permeate the realm. The destruction of countless other Kraang.
Re: Kraang Pilot
He pushes the ship further.
He is in bliss. He is in nirvana. Everything is wonderful and beautiful and he wants to stay here forever.
He feels the pleasure of it digging into his mind, trying to take control, to utilize his brain as another resource for its parasitic empire. Given enough time, he knows he would lose.
But he doesn't need all the time. He just needs the ship through the portal.
His family will let him keep his mind for that long.
The words are in his head and spoken aloud as he realizes the doors above Mikey have been open. There is another controller.
No, no, no!
He pushes the ship harder, he can't fight the Kraang leader for control, the ship favors his control, but he needs it through as much as he can. If its at least partly in, they can work with that-
Mikey is taken.
No, no, no, he can't fail-
He can't stop the tentacle that digs into the console for him, he doesn't even feel them wrap around him, he feels nothing until he sees his unconscious pulled out, when he feels the connection getting weaker. He struggles to get control, but he doesn't have the priority, he doesn't have the power-
A̷̢̢̡̛̛͚͙̖̻̰͍̹͖̬͕̬̯̦͓̺͓̗̠̰̟͕̜̭̙̳̻̠̗̘̭̪̗̟̿̒̈̇̉̑̉̆̓͒̂͒̎̓͆̋͒̈̈́͑͒̈́̆̿̎̒̌͑̀̐͊͊̈͊̑͝͠͝͝Ã̷̛̛̛̳͍̜͕̖̗̹̺̙͈̼͙̘̥̻̣̑̿̋͑̓͌̀͆́͒̊̔̏͊̍͐̅̑̓͂́͆̀̇͆̈̂͆̔͛̇̕̚̚͜͜͝͠À̷̛̛̞̗̝̗̳̘͕̠͔̫̓́͋́̈́̄̑̈́̊̄̏̊͐̋̿̾̄ͅͅͅA̸̡̧̮̠͖͇̭̥̦̖̪̰͎̗̰̼̥̻̻͈̖̲̼͎̙̺̝̬̞̿̒̂̃͋͆̆̀͛̄͆̅̈̍̃́̉͐̀́̃̍̓͗̚͜͝ͅͅͅÄ̷̻̳̻͓́̌͂̎͊͒̄̍͊͌̊̔̏͗̎̔̌̓̋͌̔͛̈́͂́̂̅͗̉̒͂̄̏̎̀̎̏͌͐̒̚̕̚̚̕̕͠͠Å̷̡̢̡̢͉̠͈͎̲̙͇͔̲͚̞͇̻̣̫̈́̃̀̅͗̊̓̎̈́̀̽̾̇̋̐͛̇́̈́͗͗̿̎̅̂͆̍̉͛́̀̔͂͆̆̓̉̕̚̚̚͘͜͜͠͠͝͝ͅĄ̷̛̟̼̝͚̣͈̣̗̲̬̜̼̋̈́̎̌͛̏̅͑̎̀̒͛͂̅̈̑͗̿̉̉̂̐̆͛͊͑̽̌̕̕͘͜͠͝͝͝͠͝͝ͅÀ̵̢̧̢̨̢̨̢̨̛̯̱̯͓̗͈̺͙̼̘̞̭̙̪͕͖̰̭̟͇̜̝̖͙͕̟̥̜̯͇͓͉͎̤̂͐͊̎̃̀͋͊̆̾̅͂̀̅̒͌̏͋̈̀́̽̔́͌͛͑̌͐̒͐͑̆͒̅̈̓̚͘͝͠͝͝ͅȦ̸̢̪͈̬͈͉̺̦͇̪͕͚̫̭̣̜̼̉́̅̆̇̈́̓͋̈́̓̏͋̉͊̂̂̒̿̍͘͝Ä̷̧̡̡̡̛̛̳͙̯͇͈̘͚̖͔̥̜͇͔̣̮̻̻̥̮̱͔̝̱̦̞̮̣͔̞̖̫͑͂̐͒͛̿̍͑͑̿̈́̋͊̾̓̃́̽͋̀̊̐̆͛̔̅̓͗̈́̐̈́̚̚̕̚͜͝͠͝Ȁ̶̡̛̪̮̫͚͓̤̦̰̱͔̯̘͔͖̯̘̩̘̰̗̳͙̺̼̱͕̥͍̫̣̫̝̟̬̤̩̳̠̽̈́̏̎̓̓͌͒͒̈́͂̒͆̈̏̓̈́̊̑͆͂̾̀͘͜͠͝ͅͅĄ̵̢̺͓͔͚͖̤̞̪̪̪̹̯̼͍̜̗̖̬̤͓̟̻͕̞̘̻͚̽͑͂̿͆̔̅͘͜͝Ä̵̡̢͓̰̹̤̼̣͈̻̬̗̯̩̯͔̦̞͕̗̞̹̳̙̝̟͉͕̥̯̰̠͈̮̖́̋͗̀̋͂̈́̆̐̽̊̓ͅA̷̡̢̧̡̧̹̺̼̖͉͍͔̣̠͕̮͔͇͉͖͙̜̥̖̳͎̦͍͎̫͎͕͖̣͐̈͆͛̊͑̍̀̂̽̈́̄͐̀̈́̄̿͗̏̓͌̈́̊͛̈́̓͛̎͌̀͛̾̏̚͘͘͘͠ͅĄ̷̛̈́̽̄͂̂̋͒̃̑̎͒͊͒̽͒̍̋̌͊͊̆̆̄̎̃̐͊̌̍̈́̏̏͘̚͝͝͝͝Ą̶̛̭̰͋̇̅̿̐͆́̌̐̅͌̾̈́̾̆͒̾̓̀̈́͋̊̌̍̒̈̓̉̍̔̈̓̋̕͘͘͠Ã̷͕͓̤͕̜̮̩̋̓͒̆̅̎̀̔̽̆̄́̓̅̀̆͑̉̿̔̅͛̑̉̓̅̈́̃̓͛͛̅̄̀͋̂̌̽̕̚̕̕̕͘͘͜͠͝A̸̡̨̨̧̨̡̛̛͈̺͈̳̝̯̭̳̪͍̥̠̭͇̦͈̳̺̗̯͙͙̪̻̻̜̗͍͉̖͖̗̬̞͎͗̈́͒͒͗͛͋͊͂͆̒̾͌͛͋͆͌̑͑͋̎͑̍̇̕̕͜͝͝ͅͅͅ
The pain that hits him as he's disconnected is white hot. His back burns, he struggles, trying to get away from the pain, trying to get free, escape escape escape-
There are tears in his eyes. Everything hurts. He feels blood at his back. He feels the tentacles restraining him.
He sees Leo looking at him and Mikey in fear.
Everything is pain.