Golden Angel

“That’s the fifth patrol in the last hour!” Leo muttered.
“Don’t those guys have anything better to do?”
“Yeah, like eat?” Mikey stated.
“I know, poor baby…You’re hungry, aren’t you?”
“…We’re on an unknown planet, in an unknown galaxy…Being chased by an unknown alien army…AND YOU’RE TALKING TO YOUR STOMACH?!”
“Well, it’s talking to me! It’s saying, ‘Food…FOOD…’!”
“…”
SMACK!!!
“OW!!! ARTIE…”
“We need an escape plan.”
“We need to get off this planet quickly and quietly, and that means smuggling.” Honeycutt informed.
“I think I know of one particularly sleazy inn where we might get off-world transport.”
“Sounds like a plan. Lead the way, Professor.”
Walking down through the alleyways, Artemis made sure to keep checking their surroundings.
She felt SURE something was going to happen…
It twisted in her stomach and stung like a bee’s sting, keeping her tense.
Fingers intertwined with her own, and crimson locked with deep brown.
“Are you feeling alright, love?”
She smiled slightly, nuzzling his cheek.
“I’m fine…”
Honeycutt looked back at the pair of turtles, realizing this probably wasn’t normally an open display.
Don and Raph purposely looked away, and Mikey’s eyes kept darting around.
He decided not to mention anything, either way.
The two seemed comfortable enough with it, and the gold-banded turtle DID seem in need of some reassurance…
She seemed so TENSE…
Crimson eyes flicked forward, and the robot realized they were in sight of the designated building.
“This doesn’t exactly look like yer kinda place, Professor.”
“I was partial to the cheese disk they serve here…At least…”
He knocked on his metal abdomen.
“I used to be…”
“WHOA…Alien pizza…What a concept!”
SMACK!!!
“OW!!! ARTIE…”
“We can’t just walk in there. Our pictures are everywhere.” Leo stated.
“Maybe it’s time to employ the Ninjitsu art of disguise.” Don suggested, pointing to some robes hanging on wires.
Grabbing for the dark red robes, Artemis and Mikey realized they were out…
“…I hate D’Hoonib…” The gold-banded turtle muttered, pulling on the light gold dress.
Mikey held up a pink one like it was covered in slime.
“I can’t wear this! I CAN’T!”
“What? It should fit just fine.” Don reasoned.
“These colors clash with my headband! It’s a fashion nightmare!”
“…”
SMACK!!!
“OW!!! ARTIE…”
“If I’m wearing a dress for this, so are you!!” She growled.
“So no more belly-aching and suck it up!!”
“…You’re mean when you wear a dress…”
“Don’t make me hurt you…”
Hurrying now, Mikey pulled on the cloth, and Artemis smirked a bit.
“Still got my touch…”
“When did ya lose it?”
“I just thought it had gotten a little rusty, tough guy.”
The group headed into the building, Mikey eagerly looking around for food.
Artemis rolled her eyes at him, straightening out the infernal dress and narrowing her eyes when she realized some people were watching her.
‘Perverts…’
Noticing Mikey walking away towards a ‘table’, she sighed, rolling her eyes and following him.
“Mikey, we’re not here to eat. We’re here for some transport.”
“But I’m HUNGRY…”
“You’re ALWAYS hungry.”
“Which means I ALWAYS need to be eating.”
“…You’re such fat-ass…”
She turned away as he ordered food, watching the group with wary eyes.
She looked over her shoulder at the food in front of her brother, and coughed to hide a grimace.
“Well…Enjoy!”
“ARTIE…”
She smirked a little, but it faded when an alien blocked her path.
A bit miffed, she crossed her arms.
“Hey, beautiful…Are you a library book?”
Tentacles tried to touch her arms, and her eyes narrowed.
“’Cause I’m checking you out…”
“I don’t think so…”
“Feisty…I like that in a woman…”
“Then you’ll LOVE this.”
Her foot met his face, knocking him back, and she landed in a crouch.
“Just needed a woman’s touch…Right, Mikey?”
“Yeah-! Wait a minute…HEY…”
She felt her eye twitch when Mikey’s hood fell…
“…MIKEY…”
“OH!”
She smacked her forehead.
“I can’t take you ANYWHERE…”
She twitched as Federation soldiers came in, guns raised.
Her fingers flexed, and she almost made the very building quake before Mikey grabbed her arm, pulling her towards the back exit.
A gun touched Mikey’s shell, and the crimson-eyed turtle bristled.
“Hey, you! Get back in there!”
“You couldn’t POSSIBLY hit a lady…But you know…”
The two shared a glance, smirking.
“A lady can hit you!”
Both kicked the soldier in the face, and he fell back.
Other soldiers came, raising their guns.
“Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful.”
She chuckled.
“’Beautiful’ sure doesn’t describe you, bro…”
“HEY…”
Her flask popped open, and the water wrapped around her like a vine, floating in midair.
“Come on, then. I DARE you to shoot.”
“Troopers, fire!”
Throwing off the dress, the water came up like a blade, cutting the front line of guns apart.
Feet sliding, she brought the water back and froze it into an ice shield.
Lasers were reflected, and she made the ice shatter into icicles so they could pierce the blasters.
The others, however, were surrounded.
“Take out this alien trash, but DON’T target the Fugitoid!”
The ground rumbled, and the soldiers turned to an angry-looking Artemis.
“If you want to hurt them, you’ll have to go through me first…”
Lasers were fired, but a wall of earth came up to defend her.
It was smashed forward, knocking a good half of her opponents into the far wall.
As the others gathered their wits, she used her water to push them away, pulling the liquid back into her flask.
A wall blew open, and large dinosaur-like aliens came in through the smoke, hefting larger guns.
“Find the Fugitoid! Destroy the rest!”
“Again? No one ever learns…”
Jumping up, she Airbended wind at the soldiers, causing them to skid back.
One tried to punch her, but she stood her ground, catching it with her palms.
“Nice try…”
Using her feet, she made a small pillar of rock slam into the triceratops-alien’s chest.
“But not good enough!”
Lasers grazed her skin, and she clenched her teeth before shooting fire from her palms at them.
Crying out, they stumbled back as she broke free from a lock, kicking the alien in the face.
“We need a way out of here!” Mikey shouted.
“All aboard the Turtle Express!”
She was about to follow when someone grabbed her wrists, lifting her off the ground.
“HEY!”
Struggling, legs flailing, she glared venomously at the ‘lead’ alien.
“Put-Me-Down!” Artemis snarled, almost baring her teeth.
“I don’t think so, migoto.”
Blushing a bit at the very thought of being ‘beautiful’, she shook it away.
“Well, I don’t care! PUT ME DOWN!”
He even caught Honeycutt under his other arm before he smirked.
“Prime Leader will be interested in meeting you…”
She put on her defiant face, stubborn, when she heard a shout.
“ARTEMIS!”
Turning her head a bit, her eyes locked with deep brown.
“LEO!”
The alien turned to head to the ship, and she yelped in surprise.
“LEO!!”
The table her brothers were standing on flew into the air with an explosion, and her eyes widened.
“GUYS!!!”
She was thrown shell-first into the vehicle, and her hands were bound as Honeycutt was thrown in beside her.
They took off, and she sat up with mild difficulty.
‘I’m not so easy to restrain…’
Breathing deeply, she breathed a fine line of flame at the metal chains, searing them off.
“Artemis-!”
She paused to glare at the robot, eyes flickering to the aliens.
“What?” She whispered, continuing her task.
“The Triceratons…Why would they take you as well?”
She shrugged.
‘Almost done…’
“Then it must have something to do with your fighting…”
Freeing her wrists, she smiled a bit.
“Maybe…”
“Mozar to base. We’re being followed. Destroy them!”
Looking back, she spotted her brothers in a beat-up vehicle in a rusted blue.
‘Crap…’ She thought darkly, seeing Triceratons go after them.
“What are you doing unchained?!”
Whipping around, Artemis was grabbed by her arm.
“LET GO!” She snarled, her foot snapping out to catch the alien in the chin.
He growled, tightening his hold so it bruised.
Gritting her teeth, she refused to break eye contact and back down.
“We’ll fix that attitude of yours…”
“Try it.” She growled lowly, eyes blazing with fire.
“You-Can’t-Break-Me.”
Once the vehicle landed, Federation soldiers ambushed the Triceratons and opened fire.
Artemis and Honeycutt were dragged into a bunker, and were thrown in before the door was closed.
She felt the ship, the Triceratons and the blasts and the crates…
The gold-banded turtle involuntarily relaxed when she felt her brother’s presences in the building as well.
Honeycutt hid behind her as the Triceraton Mozar towered over them, and she glared defiantly.
“This will be interesting…”
“Commander, the Federation is powering up tractor beams!”
“Initiate the ion-burn!”
“But that will use up all our fuel!”
“It is the only way! Do it!”
The crimson-eyed turtle felt the force of it deep in her soul, and closed her eyes.
“Don’t worry, turtle. You won’t die.”
An atmosphere converter was clipped to her belt, and the tube forced between her teeth like a bit.
“A warrior like you is too important for that…”
Glaring, she snorted, looking away.
‘Only because of how I look…It’s always about that…’
She closed her eyes again.
‘Leo, where are you?’