The general theme of Future Plus Eleven is continuing to move forward in life despite what you've been through. So, I thought to name my fic-series similarly.
Warning! The ongoing story Best of Siblings and Best of Men is pretty long. Chapters are usually between 1k and 2.5k words.
--------
D-List Hotel (Unf)
Michaelangelo travels to Dead Man's Diamond in search of survivors, and discovers the horrors of post-apocalyptic Mid-West.
Tetanus Rodeo
Scrapheap
This will most likely go unfinished. Srry.
---
Best Of Siblings and Best of Men (Ongoing)
Warnings for: Disordered eating, Implied/referenced self-harm, Implied/referenced suicide, Suicidal ideation (kind of), Euthanasia/Murder*, Major Character Death.
*I don't equate euthanasia with murder, but it's the word I'm using to avoid spoiling what happens later on.
Chapters
Progression
Part 1 | Old Man Takes a Tumble
Part 2 | Would He Rather
Part 3 | Kitchen Convo
Premonition
Part 4 | Tough Love and Tougher Emotions™
Prophecy
Part 5 | Today
Part 6 | Tomorrow
Part 7 | Overmorrow
Part 8 | Observation + Explanation of April's ability.
TW: This whole thing is about malnutrition and the effects of being underweight
* This is kinda long (hopefully).
------------
I've been rethinking my AU timeline, and decided that it'd be unreasonable for everyone in the main cast to die after a cool/epic battle.
A few months ago I thought it'd be cool if each of the Kraang siblings were killed by a different Hamato. So far:
Raphael killed Krang Three (brother),
Donatello kills Two (sister),
And Leonardo kills Krang One (the one who fucked him up in the movie).
But I've been expanding the world as of recent, and felt that it would be silly for the Hamato family to take all the glory. As for what that had to do with Raph:
He dies from malnutrition, instead of a big glorious battle. I think it's more down-to-earth.
Please hear me out ↓
Explanation
If we consider Casey's comment from the movie —“This is way better than leaves and rats!”— and my mentions of a nuclear/volcanic winter befalling the Earth, then it's entirely logical to assume there was a food crisis at the end of the world.
Raph is a big guy, and in order for people to maintain their muscle mass/weight they have to get enough protein and calories. You can't do that in an apocalypse.
Sure, people have crazy bunkers that are likely filled with canned goods. And if you really wanted to gather food, a Sam's Club or Costco would do you wonders. But food goes bad eventually, and I doubt MREs were still being pumped out after the first five or so years of the Warring Era (2030 – 2045).
Malnutrition
There are like... Four or so types of malnutrition. People usually think of the one where you're skinny and frail, but there's also the other end of the spectrum where you're fat and also frail— vitamin D deficiency is no joke. Go drink some orange juice.
In general, being malnourished means you aren't getting the nutrients you need, whether it be because you're too broke to buy food, or too broke to buy healthy food that isn't full of saturated fats, oils, and excessive sugar. Or you have some kind of health disorder.
How Malnutrition is Bad For People
Raph isn't getting enough of anything. When you're not eating right (getting thin) your body will start to break down fat to make energy, which is what it does normally too. But when you aren't eating, and there isn't any fat left to burn, your body starts to break down your muscles— making you weak and stuff.
That's not good, cuz Raph needs muscle to fight. Being underweight also messes up your bones, and puts you at risk for osteoporosis.
(My mom used to tell me osteoporosis was a white people thing cuz she's never heard of a black person with osteoporosis. I haven't either— where y'all at?)
Anyway, lacking calories, protein, calcium, and VITAMIN D is bad for bone health.
How Malnutrition Is Bad For Turtles
Note: I decided to cause-and-effect for this section, cuz I don't plan to spend the next hour or so looking for how to spot nutrition deficiencies in Alligator Snapping Turtles specifically. I'm gonna do this generically.
Lack of Calcium = Having insufficient calcium can lead to turtles/reptiles developing Metabolic Bone Disease (MBD). MBD affects the skeletal system, causing weak and rubbery bones; easily broken bones; and abnormal muscle twitching/movement. MBD results in misshapen and soft shells in turtles
Is caused by a combination of: insufficient calcium, phosphorus, and vitamin D3 levels.
Signs include: decreased appetite, lethargy, and weight loss.
Lack of Vitamin D = In both people and animals, the body needs vitamin d in order to absorb calcium and use it effectively. With no vitamin d, turtles can't process calcium, leading to their shell and overall health getting screwed.
Since Raph was living through a food crisis, his only other option of acquiring vitamin D is through UVB rays in sunlight. Or it would, if there was any sunshine to bask in. Perpetual winter and all that.
Vitamin A Deficiency = Leads to complications with sight, skin, heart, lungs, tissues, and immune system. Vitamin A is important for vision, metabolism, and cell development. It also helps with your reproductive system— but Raph won't need to worry about that.
For your retinas to work, the eyes need to make specific pigments. Without vitamin A, your eyes can't do that, and now you can't see at night.
It's also necessary for keeping the eyes and corneas moisturized and lubricated. Dryness damages your corneas and can lead to blindness.
Vitamin A helps keep the skin, lining of the lungs, intestines, and urinary tract in good condition. Without it, you'll deal with respiratory tract infections, and dry/itchy skin.
And helps your immune system protect you from infection.
There's 2 types of Vitamin A:
Preformed vitamin A —a.k.a retinol— is naturally found in animal products: beef, poultry, fish, liver, and eggs. You can get it from some cereals and dairy too.
Provitamin A Carotenoids come from plants. They're the pigments in fruits and veggies that make them red, orange, and yellow. The body slowly converts carotenoids into vitamin A .
Carotenoid is a pigment. Foods with carotene are carrots, pumpkins, corn, tomatoes, sweet potato, brussel sprouts, squash, and oranges. Raph don't got it.
We Can't Just Give Starving People Food, Cuz They'll Be Hurt More
Refeeding syndrome can happen when someone who's malnourished starts eating again. When your body tries to metabolize again, a drastic shift happened in the body's chemistry.
In a period of starvation, your body adjusts to the lack of nutrients by changing your metabolism. Instead of carbohydrates (sugars, starches, fiber) your body metabolizes its own fat and muscle— as mentioned earlier. This process uses less resources (micronutrients) than normal metabolism.
When refeeding begins, so does normal metabolism. Figuratively, the body will reach into its purse and dig around for micronutrients. If it doesn't have any, it'll let you know.
❕❕There are a bunch of symptoms of refeeding syndrome depending on what you lack, but I'm only putting down the one's relevant to Raphael. ❕❕
Symptoms of Thiamine (vitamin B1) deficiency
Balance issues
Blurred vision
Confusion
Delirium
Fatigue
Hallucinations
Irritability
Loss of appetite (rlly not helpful)
Mental Impairment
Nausea and Vomiting
Tingling and burning in the arms and legs
Short-term memory issues
Complications
Untreated thiamine deficiency can lead to:
Brain Damage
Cognitive Impairment
Coma
Congestive heart failure
Ataxia (loss of coordination)
Nerve damage (permanently in severe cases)
Memory loss
Muscle atrophy (reduces muscle mass)
Summary of Raphael's Death
Raph became malnourished because of the ongoing food crisis during the apocalypse. He was unable to obtain nutrients needed to maintain healthy muscle mass and bone, thus was unable to be active in the field.
Over time Raphael's memory and cognitive ability declined because of the lack of sufficient nutrition. His body became steadily unreliable over the course of a year, until he fell into a coma.
Seeing no other way to fix this —because the Hamato Resistance lacked the technology and medicine— the Hamato Clan made the decision to swiftly kill Raphael and end his suffering.
So... yeah. Please let me know if anything I wrote was insensitive or inacurate. I wrote this post in one go over the course of two or so hours.
There's a fic now! I didn't want this post to gather dust, so I decided to write a story based on it.
vvv
Word Count: 20,056 (I started this a while ago)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
⚠️ Trigger Warning ⚠️: Eating Disorders, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Murder, Decapitation, Fratricide.
i tried to stick with the 'turtle look' but i'm not patient enough for that
.
. that damn smirk...
so have a middle-aged leo. This is more of a reference than an official design because I don't have a set point in my AU where it's story starts--- i just bounce around based on what I want to talk about each day.
Photo Details
Exit Point
Where Antonia came out.
Leo's thoracic cavity was literally shredded after giving birth, and for 6 months post-partum Leo was kept unconscious/in stasis while a team of nurses, scientists, and magicians built her a mechanical set of lungs + heart.
She can't speak for long periods of time, so her orders are a mix of sign language and short commands. Leo usually saves her voice for important moments.
Prothesis
Leo lost her arm at 41.
Her prothesis is based on Guts' (Berserk) metal arm. It's nearly one-to-one visually, but it too is a combination of technology and mysticism.
Like Donatello's Bo staff, her arm can transform into a multitude of tools and weapons. It's primary function (a.k.a my fav) is acting as a machine gun. Her arm accepts a wide range of bullets and, when ammo is unavailable, converts mystic energy into bullets. These aren't permanent; Leo can reabsorb the bullets and create almost infinite ammo (assuming she's gotten adequate sleep and an okay meal).
I haven't decided if her arm can interpret sensations. On one hand, it'd be an even cooler feat for Donnie if he managed include that. On the other hand, I don't think it would be wise considering Leo's arm shoots out literal bullets.
Donnie had to put his logo somewhere.
IMPORTANT! Raph hasn't died when Leo got the arm, so there's no Raph-Bot.
Dead Husband's Necklace
Her husband is dead, but she got the necklace before then.
Since they didn't have wedding rings (or a wedding), they traded items. Leo got the necklace; Peter got her choker.
Grappling Hook Belt
It's not important, I just like giving characters belt buckles.
(Unseen) Fake Tooth
It's a bullet. This also isn't important, but i think it's cool.
---
As for the rest of her outfit, the only thing that's different is the shirt and shorts under Leo's pants.
Now, you may be wondering: "How did you look at a ninja turtle and get this???"---- I don't know, but this might be the coolest person I've every drawn in my life so far. Just wait until I come back to April and Casey and everyone else.
BTW, when people post their fanfiction on their blogs + rottmnt community, do you guys look through them? I see text posts on my For You at least once a day, and I usually skim through them.
Do you read fanfiction posted on/previewed on tumblr?
I lost whatever spark let me draw turtles, so have another human leo
.
.
it kinda feels like I gave up. I've drawn turtles in the past, but those usually take me extra long to do, as opposed to being able to whip out a human in 15 minutes.
The power in our house went out about 2 weeks ago, and I found myself missing one of our old houses that had a gas stove. So I drew Leo standing over a radiator in the middle of the night.
The background was a mix of what I imagine a cozy home to be, and my grandma's house. She has those fake gold things over her doors; paintings a fruit with wine and cheese; and ancient wallpaper.
idk how "black people should feel welcome on this website" became something you have to say out loud. if black people aren't comfortable or safe on here then that is our failure. be anti-racist or die.
it's not enough to be passively non-racist. whether you're chasing people off here yourself or choosing to ignore "discourse" (meaning the rights of black people to basic respect), the end result is a big whites-only sign outside your little clubhouse. when the tide is pulling toward bigotry, refusing to swim against it just means you'll be carried along too. passivity is acceptance. get mad, get loud, don't value the comfort of the oppressor over the dignity of the oppressed.
My Christmas Eve One-Shot, A Cup of Hot Chocolate (Con Crema Batida Extra), is out now on AO3! A little sneak peak below, and Merry Christmas Eve! ^^
SUMMARY: When Leo has a meltdown on Christmas Eve due to his trauma from the Prison Dimension, what better to distract him then working at Run of the Mill? But Tio Hueso would never let his sobrino go on hurting when he clearly needs a listening ear… and maybe just a bit of Christmas spirit.
————————————————
Leo could hear the worried shouts of his family behind him as he stumbled out of his portal, all but collapsing on the snowy ground on one knee and breathing heavily. His exhalations sent little puffs of vapor out into the Christmas Eve’s evening, swirling up in little clouds before disappearing entirely. The sting of the frigid snow was at least grounding for the slider, and he remained still for a few more moments until the weight of his actions hit him and he sank down, shell to an alley wall and head buried behind his knees.
He’d done it again.
He’d ruined everything.
Everyone had been having such a good time… they were finally—finally—laughing together and opening their first gifts before leaving the rest for Christmas Day. It had been going so well and but… not. It was so strange how he was now safe from Prime and the city was recovering yet he still couldn’t shake the feeling that at any moment all hell would break loose and something terrible would happen.
How could he relax when every bone inside his body—once broken by Prime—was screaming that he needed to be ready for an attack?
Leo shivered slightly, curling up tighter and trying to ignore the knowledge that as a turtle it wasn’t safe for him to be out in the cold like this. Brumation was a very real threat, and Donnie would never let him live it down if he passed out. Still he lingered, green finger drawing random patterns in the soft snow next to him. He could still recall Mikey grinning in his Santa hat and stirring some hot cocoa—a recipe derived from Jupiter Jim Sails the Seven Galaxies—and listening as Donnie yapped about some random Christmas facts and the science behind how each snowflake was formed in the sky and unique. Raph was next to them, laughing as April cracked a North Pole related pun and finally looking like he was fully at peace with his family. Even Splinter was nearby, watching his sons fondly and exchanging stories with Casey Junior about Christmases—stories from both the past and the future. It was a perfect picture except for one thing:
April reminds me of sunflowers and warmth and that spicy cinnamon gum my grandma used to give me (I hated that shit)
Anyway I like to think that during or after college April started wearing her hair in different styles. I've only drawn her with an afro, as you can see, but I think her signature hairstyle in my au will be semi-freeform dreads.
From a logistical standpoint, dreads are better for the life she lives in the invasion:
Little maintenance is needed. April would mostly need to separate her dreads when needed.
Assuming (I haven't decided yet) April starts her freeforms in the 2020s or 2030s, she'd have had plenty of time to learn how to take care of her hair, and time to adjust to her situation.
The lack of water stops being as big of an issue when the US rebellions settled into ex-Sterling bases, and gained access to large water supplies and filtration/treatment systems.
Between 2031 and 2039, Leonardo has only been to four ceremonies. These events were meetings between the Cardinals and the Primes— though Primordius (kraang one) usually spoke from the hivemind at any point of day.
Hierodules (such as Leonardo) and Cherubim were required to attend, even though these parties wouldn't be speaking. Or watching.
Parts of the Uniform
1. Veil — No except the Cardinals were allowed to look at the Primes.
2. Robe/Dress — To conceal silhouettes and appear more plain.
3. Sash — There's no real reason for this, I just thought it looked cool. However, in the circle part is a symbol called "The Prediction", which vaguely displays the end of the world.
4. Leonardo's lack of shoes — It's cuz she's not human. They aren't gonna be nice to her just because Leonardo's under Ramuss' control. But Cherubim don't wear shoes either so it's okay.
5. The cracked circle behind Leo's head — It's a representation of the Kraang Hivemind: a void of near infinite knowledge that drowns you. The cracks are hinting towards Michaelangelo's involvement in de-converting Leonardo.
---
(This is all that's needed to understand the post, but if you want background information keep reading.)
What are all these extra words??
Cardinals, Cherubim, Hierodules, and the prediction all stem from Ramussen Paganism.
---
Ramussen Paganism
Pagan = A person holding religious beliefs other than those of the main or recognized religions.
Ramussen = Sons of Ramuss. “Sons” being every assimilant after Ramuss.
Ramussen Pagan(ism) = Descendents of Ramuss who hold religious beliefs of an unrecognized religion.
In short, the world was taken over because an old man believed in aliens. At the end, I’ll briefly go over UFO religions.
.
.
The Prediction — A future foreseen by the Great Council.
Gregory Ramuss —leader of Sterling Operations, Grand Cardinal, big bad dictator guy, guy who ripped off Leonardo’s arm and possessed her baby, guy who ended the world; that Gregory— lived the first 41 years of his life believing an extraterrestrial force would come to Earth.
The legend (of unknown origin, mind you) claimed this cosmic power [Kraang] will assume positions of authority over humanity by any means. And having secured this power, the extraterrestrial beings will bring forth a “Mass Reformation” of society.
This effort towards a better future, according to legend, is humanity’s ultimate purpose.
However, a small group of people, no more than eight, will be distinguished from the Majority. Chosen ones— who will serve as councilmen to Earth’s new rulers, and enforce canon.
.
.
As for the majority, they were split into three classes: Civilian, Hierodule, and Rebel. Each class was static. No one could change. If you were seen as disobedient the punishment was death.
Only the innocent could be civilians. They lived in fortified cities away from the world’s evils; unplagued by earthly distractions. Their lives were spent working, worshipping, and preparing for the Reformation. Hierodules were yokai, prisoners, and assimilated soldiers. Guilty. They have no place among civilians, but their contributions are just as needed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Principles: Yes, it does sound like [__________].
Ramussen Paganism values the group over the individual. With this, the Cardinals had to establish “global cohesion” before proceeding towards the Reformation.
The religion’s main goal is eliminating conflicting interests. Rather than promote something universally favored, Sterling Operations went the opposite way and destroyed everything. Now there’s nothing to argue about… yet.
See, Reforming humanity also means getting rid of the Old World and everything in it. As Ramuss conquered nations, his military destroyed any trace of national or cultural identity. Historic buildings? Burned.
National parks and monuments?
Bombed. Recreational centers? School drills didn’t prepare you for this.
Heads of State? Forced to renounce their authority and executed on live television, with their murder projected on any screen still functioning.
Banknotes were burned; coins were melted into metal for ammo and arms. No one had to buy anything because the new government —the Great Council— provided basic necessities.
Those who survived Ramuss’ conquest were relocated to fortified towns and cities, known as Mono-cities/Mono-towns, where the only things to do were eat, sleep, and work. Living a “simple life” was expected of civilians.
The Cardinals promoted simplicity further by establishing the Global Standard Dress program in February of 2037.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Global Standard Dress: The Peoples’ Fashion
White shirts, white pants, grey socks, and black shoes— truly the height of fashion.
Ramuss instated GSD to phase out ideals and values of the past. He believed gaining control of the masses would be easier if they had nothing to distract them from their ultimate mission.
Plain, unpatterned, unbranded uniforms were distributed to residents of Mono-settlements between 2037 and 2045. All civilians wore uniforms, and any clothes they had before were collected to be thrown away or burned.
.
Over time (and copious amounts of propaganda and misinformation) “Civilian Dress” helped deepen the divide between those in the walls, and those outside them. Wearing those crisp, bleached outfits was a subtle way of saying “Us v. Them”.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Social Hierarchy Post-Invasion: Who are “They”
.
.
Sages – The three kraang from the movie. I chose sage because it sounded cooler than Wise.
Cardinals – Ramuss and the leaders of the Alpha bases. He is the leader of S.O., but the other locations defer to him anyway. Also, “cardinal” as in the cardinal directions.
Cherubim – Kiddie spies. They’re also assimilants, but they get to live among civilians and watch for sedition.
Civilians – Humans, and humans only.
Hierodules – Yokai and soldiers. Ramuss’ troops are “tainted” because of their contact with rebels and the world beyond the walls, so they aren’t civilians.
Insolent – Rebels, but everyone else calls them some variation of insolent; bastard; heretic; or pagan (the irony).
Scorned – I had to include them because Ramuss’ religion thing doesn’t account for it. Scorned are technically rebels, but have been disowned from those communities. Some people are excommunicated for legitimate reasons like murder, while others are kicked out because they kissed a human/yokai.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Extra:
“Why did you say Hierodule instead of Slave?”
I was actually gonna use Drone, but then I googled the definition— I really doubt a culture of work-work-work would tolerate people who weren’t contributing something useful to Ramuss or the Primes.
Also, I (before having written this) wanted to emphasize Ramuss’ beliefs in a way that seemed more religious than purely political. Hence the stereotypical "cult like" clothes.
.
Hierodule = Temple Slave.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
UFO/Extraterrestrial Religion
According to Wikipedia, a UFO religion is any religion in which the existence of extraterrestrial entities [aliens] and communication with them is a core belief.
Followers believe aliens are interested in humanity's welfare, which is -(or will be) part of a pre-existing alien civilization.
Some believers think the arrival or rediscovery of alien societies, technology, and spirituality will help humans to overcome ecological, spiritual, and social problems.
You may be wondering, "why are you going so hard about irrelevant stuff, I thought AU's were about characters in Situations?" Yeah. But we need a world for the situations, which is why I'm here.
Congregants are pretty much everyone; when the Great Council holds a ceremony for the Primes —usually involving the death of captured rebels and unlucky yokai— every resident's presence is mandatory.
Upon the Primes' arrival, the congregation covers their eyes and kneels before them.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Should I draw leo in uniform(s)
ysyesueeyes totally
no ("make character profiles")
Voting ended onDec 9, 2025
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Also:
Leonardo served in Ramuss' military from 2031 to 2039.
In that time she's personally been to four ceremonies, but remembers everyone else's experiences due to the kraang hivemind.
Most of her duty was spent in the DAY, where Leonardo was stationed in the remnants of the Hidden City.
She was placed in a taskforce during the later years of the thirties with the assignment of terminating Rebels along the east coast.
Also, Leonardo was one of the few yokai/mutants to be a part of Ramuss' army.
minor post! I made a new cover for my au! If you saw the old one: no you didn't.
.
.
In light of recent events I finally have a direction.
I'm honestly really glad I decided to make my own villain(s) instead of trying to work with canon— I have more leeway, and I don't have to sift through bunches of comics, movies, and appearances just to be able to characterize them correctly (even though I hardly do that with any of the turtles).
Pagan = A person holding religious beliefs other than those of the main or recognized religions.
Ramussen = Sons of Ramuss. “Sons” being every assimilant after Ramuss.
Ramussen Pagan(ism) = Descendents of Ramuss who hold religious beliefs of an unrecognized religion.
In short, the world was taken over because an old man believed in aliens. At the end, I’ll briefly go over UFO religions.
.
.
The Prediction — A future foreseen by the Great Council.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Gregory Ramuss —leader of Sterling Operations, Grand Cardinal, big bad dictator guy, guy who ripped off Leonardo’s arm and possessed her baby, guy who ended the world; that Gregory— lived the first 41 years of his life believing an extraterrestrial force would come to Earth.
The legend (of unknown origin, mind you) claimed this cosmic power [Kraang] will assume positions of authority over humanity by any means. And having secured this power, the extraterrestrial beings will bring forth a “Mass Reformation” of society.
This effort towards a better future, according to legend, is humanity’s ultimate purpose.
However, a small group of people, no more than eight, will be distinguished from the Majority. Chosen ones— who will serve as councilmen to Earth’s new rulers, and enforce canon.
.
.
As for the majority, they were split into three classes: Civilian, Hierodule, and Rebel. Each class was static. No one could change. If you were seen as disobedient the punishment was death.
Only the innocent could be civilians. They lived in fortified cities away from the world’s evils; unplagued by earthly distractions. Their lives were spent working, worshipping, and preparing for the Reformation. Hierodules were yokai, prisoners, and assimilated soldiers. Guilty. They have no place among civilians, but their contributions are just as needed.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Principles: Yes, it does sound like [__________].
Ramussen Paganism values the group over the individual. With this, the Cardinals had to establish “global cohesion” before proceeding towards the Reformation.
The religion’s main goal is eliminating conflicting interests. Rather than promote something universally favored, Sterling Operations went the opposite way and destroyed everything. Now there’s nothing to argue about… yet.
See, Reforming humanity also means getting rid of the Old World and everything in it. As Ramuss conquered nations, his military destroyed any trace of national or cultural identity. Historic buildings? Burned. National parks and monuments? Bombed. Recreational centers? School drills didn’t prepare you for this. Heads of State? Forced to renounce their authority and executed on live television, with their murder projected on any screen still functioning.
Banknotes were burned; coins were melted into metal for ammo and arms. No one had to buy anything because the new government —the Great Council— provided basic necessities.
Those who survived Ramuss’ conquest were relocated to fortified towns and cities, known as Mono-cities/Mono-towns, where the only things to do were eat, sleep, and work. Living a “simple life” was expected of civilians.
The Cardinals promoted simplicity further by establishing the Global Standard Dress program in February of 2037.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Global Standard Dress: The Peoples’ Fashion
White shirts, white pants, grey socks, and black shoes— truly the height of fashion.
Ramuss instated GSD to phase out ideals and values of the past. He believed gaining control of the masses would be easier if they had nothing to distract them from their ultimate mission.
Plain, unpatterned, unbranded uniforms were distributed to residents of Mono-settlements between 2037 and 2045. All civilians wore uniforms, and any clothes they had before were collected to be thrown away or burned.
Over time (and copious amounts of propaganda and misinformation) “Civilian Dress” helped deepen the divide between those in the walls, and those outside them. Wearing those crisp, bleached outfits was a subtle way of saying “Us v. Them”.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Social Hierarchy Post-Invasion: Who are “They”?
.
.
Sages – The three kraang from the movie. I chose sage because it sounded cooler than Wise.
Cardinals – Ramuss and the leaders of the Alpha bases. He is the leader of S.O., but the other locations defer to him anyway. Also, “cardinal” as in the cardinal directions.
Cherubim – Kiddie spies. They’re also assimilants, but they get to live among civilians and watch for sedition.
Civilians – Humans, and humans only.
Hierodules – Yokai and soldiers. Ramuss’ troops are “tainted” because of their contact with rebels and the world beyond the walls, so they aren’t civilians.
Insolent – Rebels, but everyone else calls them some variation of insolent; bastard; heretic; or pagan (the irony).
Scorned – I had to include them because Ramuss’ religion thing doesn’t account for it. Scorned are technically rebels, but have been disowned from those communities. Some people are excommunicated for legitimate reasons like murder, while others are kicked out because they kissed a human/yokai.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Extra:
“Why did you say Hierodule instead of Slave?”
I was actually gonna use Drone, but then I googled the definition— I really doubt a culture of work-work-work would tolerate people who weren’t contributing something useful to Ramuss or the Primes. Also, I (before having written this) wanted to emphasize Ramuss’ beliefs in a way that seemed more religious than purely political.
Hierodule = Temple Slave.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
UFO/Extraterrestrial Religion
According to Wikipedia, a UFO religion is any religion in which the existence of extraterrestrial entities [aliens] and communication with them is a core belief.
Followers believe aliens are interested in humanity's welfare, which is -(or will be) part of a pre-existing alien civilization.
Some believers think the arrival or rediscovery of alien societies, technology, and spirituality will help humans to overcome ecological, spiritual, and social problems.
All that’s left to do is search the bottommost floor. But before that, Michaelangelo returns to the surface.
The sky has long gone dark. And if he guesses right, it’s close to 12 a.m. The old sentries have switched out for another group of eight— two feline yokai, four humans, a lizard yokai, and Leo.
And Leo?
Michaelangelo startles. There, just ten feet away, is Leonardo in her rifle-clad glory. Her face is empty of any expression, save for the occasional furrow in her brow whenever the wind blows too harshly. She’s so close— if he wanted, Michaelangelo could knock Leonardo out. Take her back to the others and fix whatever this was.
That’d have to wait, for now. In the meantime, Michaelangelo flies over the edge of the roof, transforms into a lizard, and begins a watch on the facility’s perimeter.
Oddly enough there are nine walls outside, even though the inner structure only has eight. Further exploration leads Michaelangelo to the ‘entrance’.
Each point of the nonagon has a pillar, and the northern pillar was the only one to have signs of struggle. Either a scuffle happened as someone fought to stay out, or while someone tried to get in. Unfortunately there weren’t any visible cracks or crevices to crawl through, but there’s a chance Michaelangelo could hitch a ride on a sentry when shifts change. That is, assuming he can make it that long.
Michaelangelo does another round on the perimeter. And another. He even crawls to the ground, and searches the darkness for any guards lurking unseen. There weren’t any, so Michaelangelo went back to the building.
Nothing has changed on the floors he visited before. Women and elderly still sew; children operate large machinery; and the men continue to work metal. The sights aren’t any less devastating the second time— Michaelangelo doesn’t know if he should be grateful or not.
He notices the guards indoors changed too. Odd, Michaelangelo didn’t see anyone coming in or out of the pillar. Was there another entrance? A question for the next night.
Some ten minutes later, Michaelangelo reaches the final floor. It, in contrast to the preceding levels, only has one door. This door is larger than the others— thick, rusted iron stained with fluids and muck. No locks of any kind are on or around the door, not that a door this heavy would need one.
Michaelangelo turns into an ant.
…
Everything beyond the door was worse— so, so much worse. The smell alone was petrifying. Michaelangelo assumed the floor was red, but after climbing a wall he soon discovers the floor to be slathered in blood and sprinkled in old chunks of…someone.
He follows the trail throughout the maze of a hallway, which leads him here. An even larger door. He stops to take in the quiet; before he proceeds further and ruins any chance of resting later.
The air is warmer here, unpleasantly so. This hallway lacks the humidity of the higher tiers. Michaelangelo can hardly see in such low lighting, yet the bloody floor glows like an advertisement. A beacon of impending doom. And to think, he and his family were lucky enough to grow up in the sewers— far away from the notion of Sterling. Not even Donatello could have planned for this.
Oh, right. He has to report all this back to Don, and convince Raph to hold off whatever taskforces he’s got around the states. Michaelangelo groans; there’s so much to do… He may as well get the hard part over with.
Michaelangelo approaches the door and begins to— wait, there’s a window! He scales the door.
The pane is made of reinforced glass, and is shielded by an iron grate on the other side. Faint flashes of yellow twinkle in the room. But Michaelangelo can’t determine what’s causing them— bug eyesight and all. He can’t feel any vibrations; it must be quiet.
I can’t wait any longer. More suffering will happen the longer I sit here and stare.
How is it darker in here? No, those lights are flashing blinking.
He can't feel it, but Moth-elangelo can sense the drastic change in air-moisture. The turtle-moth feels as if he's back in Mississippi during summer. It's… muggy. There we go. Somewhere in the space, there's a distinctly wet sounding-noise. It goes on for around three more minutes until the noise peters out completely.
Plop.
…Huh?
Moth-elangelo is confused. Those aren't sounds you typically hear in a villain's basement/possible torture chamber. Should he..? But what if there're cameras planted around the room? No, Moth-elangelo hasn't seen or sensed any type of security measures the entire time he's been here.
Gold illuminates his immediate area.
.
.
Moth-elangelo hasn't strayed farther than the porch(?) as a precaution, but eventually he'll have to get closer to the source of those sounds, despite how badly he loathes the thought.
As he descends the man is faced with a sudden dilemma. Just how many people in the world are unable to fight? Not in the sense of war, but self-defence & will. Have the strong fought and died already? Can the people in this prison recover? And if they do, would they be in the wrong to end their lives?
People may claim they'll fight until their dying breath— whether it be during an apocalypse or a war between two or more countries. But what good is bravado if there's no courage to bring it farther? Moth-elangelo has counted as many cowards as stars in the sky.
His light reflects off something wet. The object— objects are of various sizes, and covered in some orange-yellowish slime. Although the exact color is hard to determine with Moth-elangelo's amber glow. 'Sphere’ isn't the word he'd use, as some of the... things are egg-shaped; oblate, or have weird protrusions.
The round-things appear to be stacked on one another, creating a large gelatinous mass. Moth-elangelo flies around the general area and finds even more jelly-mountains. He also learns the floor is incomplete. At the center of the room (presumably), a massive hole leads to another cavern of the basement.
What do they need all this space for? How many people have been thrown into this pit and forgotten about?
Hovering over the hole, Moth-elangelo wonders if going deeper (and possibly losing more time) or leaving with what he knows would be more beneficial later— until he was slapped by something sticky and firm. What was that?!
Stunned, Moth-elangelo lost hold of his form and fell.
This is bad. One singular dog —from who knows where— triggered a landmine, and now Michaelangelo is swarmed with zombies and assimilants alike from every angle.
He twists, sinking the blade of his kusarigama into some amalgamation’s head. Blood and gore paint Michaelangelo’s body, but he can’t stop. There’s a network of labor camps stretching from coast-to-coast, and the largest cluster happens to be north of his current location.
Dead Man’s Diamond. A barren land of anything holy, sacred, or earthly. Surrounded by Sterling bases in each cardinal direction— no one can get in or out without dying, or becoming another demon. If not for the ongoing horde of kraang jumping him, Mikey could have been freeing people by 8 p.m. and heading to bed by 9.
Michaelangelo raises his arm sharply. His kusarigama dissipate in less than a second, and reform as an unimaginably long golden whip. It snaps through the air— the closest of zombies explode from the force of Michaelangelo’s swing.
He fails to notice the incoming trucks until too late— or just in time…? A harpoon lands between Michaelangelo and the zombie lunging forward; he spares a glance to the right. In the distance are a fleet of trucks coming in hot. The leading truck was armed with a mounted launcher, and an unnecessary amount of soldiers bearing rifles. But at least he knows where the harpoon came from.
The man dives deeper into the crowd. His whip does quick work of keeping kraang back, but Michaelangelo soon switches to channeling mystic energy into his hands and smashing through. A hand grabs his hair, only to be blown off by a supercharged slap.
Finally, the turtle reaches the end of the barrage.
Michaelangelo flies low to the ground and dodges what bullets he can, only a few bounce off his shell. Ouch.
It seems as if his luck is abruptly getting better— Michaelangelo spots the camp in the distance, and there aren't any random zombies lurking nearby. But to be safe, he slows and hovers above the ground; just enough to be weightless. Golden light fades away, his cloak no longer billows from mystic aura, and the area around him distorts no more.
The facility has no windows, save for a singular skylight that illuminated the centermost parts of the camp. Said skylight is also heavily guarded. Damn it.
Michaelangelo isn’t surprised— he wasn’t subtle. That, and it’s so quiet nowadays regardless of where you are.
He sighs. Starting at his limbs, Michaelangelo begins the arduous task of contorting his body into a less obvious form. A fly. He’s gonna blend right in— as soon as he can actually enter the building.
The turtle (or rather, the fly) flits to the roof, buzzes past the ignorant guards, and descends into the facility.
There may not be a single place in the USA that compares to what Michaelangelo sees now.
The building was tiered, and each level looked like its own layer of hell. Unconverted persons of every race, gender, age, and species hunch or strain over some type of loom, sewing machine, or spindle on the highest levels. Below, clangs and similar sounds bounce off dirty, stained concrete.
He wants to be optimistic, but Michaelangelo knows the brown and red smears aren’t mud.
For each level Michaelangelo sees, he flies throughout the cells and takes stock of the prisoners’ conditions— this won’t be a smooth mission if the mangled bodies, open wounds, broken bones, and soiled floors weren’t indication enough. There just might be hundreds (if not thousands) of people here; Michaelangelo can’t send this many injured individuals to New York, or any survival group he’s come across.
Limited supplies aside, Michaelangelo fears he won’t have the energy to send an unknown amount of people through an equally unknown amount of gateways. But, he knows better than to give up before the end. Hope can take people a long way, after all.
…
The air grows warmer the deeper he goes. Michaelangelo can safely say the bottom tiers of the camp are dedicated to manufacturing. Men in barely any clothing —and covered in burns— pour molten iron into casts, while others bend, beat, and shape glowing red beams and sheets into various shapes. From the looks of it, the prisoners here are blacksmiths and metalsmiths.
There isn’t much room for cells; the entire ring is dedicated to smithing. Same for the two levels below the current one. Speaking of— Michaelangelo was wrong to assume he’s seen the last of this building.
He almost can’t bring himself to go down. The sheer despair emanating from the lowest area is sickening. But, he can’t stop now— there were more important things to take care of. People to take care of.
It’s darker here. He transforms into a moth.
Unlike the smithing tiers, this floor is walled off. The only way Michaelangelo can enter is through one of four iron doors stationed across the ring. Each door has three sentries; two on each side, and one facing the door. All are armed with sniper-rifles among other armaments. On the north end, Michaelangelo watches a sentry kick the door in response to someone’s groans. If the turtle-moth strains his ears, the faint sounds of crying become audible, alongside even fainter shushing.
Otherwise, this stage was quiet.
Picking at random, Michaelangelo flies through the west door. His eyes take a few seconds to readjust in this near-total darkness until he can readily make out the silhouettes of yokai. It’s impossible to tell whether they’re all-male, all-female, or a mix.
No one is wearing clothes, not even the young children scattered about. Not that anyone needed clothes— the cell was damp, humid, and warm. There must be mold everywhere. If he’s right to assume, the prisoners here are also injured in some way.
Michaelangelo doesn’t linger after this thought. He takes to the air and flies through a corridor, which takes him to another cell. Are they all connected? Possibly; this cell has no other paths, but when Michaelangelo returns to the first room and goes left he finds a third cell. It leads to a fourth, fifth, and so on. He realizes the iron doors are meant to access different points of this concrete labyrinth.
Not every room was searched. But that was fine— Michaelangelo could get the general idea of the prisoners’ treatment.
It's the purple one! A decent drawing, but I hate how awkward he looks.
I imagine that Donatello wears pants from his waistline rather than his hips, which is why his legs look so long. His gloves/gauntlets are funky looking through...
This design is mostly based on Donatello's look in the anniversary comic, but I changed a few things:
★×★×★×★×★
1. Gauntlets
I gave Donnie gloves on top of his wrappings, which is a pretty common addition to most people's outfits post-1130. Don't ask me about the bracer-wrist-screen-thing.
2. Spaulder
Why is he walking around with his shoulders unprotected?
3. Boots
Gross kraang stuff everywhere. Don't step on it.
4. Chin Strips
They developed in his early twenties.
★×★×★×★×★
That's it for right now. Also peep the script, I borrowed it from @thecrazyneographist .
the legend, the myth, mr 26 going on 41 with the amount of stress he's under—
.
.
Michaelangelo of The Genesis
Around this point in the timeline, Michaelangelo has gone off on his own. This photo takes place in spring of 2032.
(See TIMELINE)
ɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤ
Dates = Blue
Photo Specific Details:
Predates the Resistance.
Mikey wears his bandana as a headband.
Those are sweatpants tucked into socks.
I think it's funny to imagine that after all Mikey's hair fell out, the only thing that stayed were the sideburns.
His kusari-fundō are hidden under the tunic (where his hand is).
He obtained armor after jumping an EPF soldier in West Virginia. The cape came from a winter-wear store he and his siblings raided in 2027.
I gave Mikey stubble to A) make him look older, and B) give off the impression he doesn't have time/neglects to make himself look presentable according to his own standards. We don't know what Mikey looks like before the start of the movie (or the anniversary comic), but he doesn't seem like the type to let himself get unruly.
Michaelangelo was given his shotgun from a monkey yokai named Caroline, who saved him from a kraang-infected alligator when Mikey was moving along the Mississippi River.
Caroline took him back to her house, where she told him about a community of yokai known as the "Tri-light Vandalists". She sent Michaelangelo on his way a few days later with an enchanted shotgun as a parting gift.
ɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤ
Background Information:
Expedition
Michaelangelo's decision to leave wasn't spontaneous; the recent death of Yoshi —who was lost to a flood in 2031— chipped another piece from the Hamatos' already strained relationship. Not to mention, they've recently discovered that the aliens ravaging the East Coast were released with the very same key Leonardo dropped almost 12 years ago.
Though Mikey's older siblings prefer that he stay in New York (even with all the disorder), everyone has agreed that finding a way to reach Leonardo and/or the DAY is more important.
Starting in New Jersey, Michaelangelo follows a pre-set path (courtesy of Donatello) southwest, which is how he ended up around the Mississippi River.
ɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤ
The Genesis
New York City is known as the starting point of the world ending.
ɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤɤ
Tri-light Vandalists
Named for their "signature": three floating lights in place of their crime, that disappears after 3 - 18 seconds.
The TLV draws spells around particularly dangerous areas like train tracks, bridges, roofs, and busy roads. Their magic drives creatures away from the area, hence why they're found around areas where an individual could attempt suicide or accidental wander into (in the case of animals, children, and intoxicated people).
Their vandalism has since led to dangerous areas (as mentioned) being safeguarded with fences and the like.
Members of the TLV are known amongst yokai as knowledgeable persons with an extensive experience with magic— hence why Caroline sends Michaelangelo their way. In order to reach the Tri-light Vandalists one has to:
Draw three interlocking triangles,
Multiply to 33 by 3 out loud,
And clap after three numbers while multiplying.
All while standing in a location previously defaced by the TLV.
woo radiation poisoning and slow painful deaths!!!! at least you didn't die to the kraang ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i hope you're prepared to read
.
.
I think this might be some of the few pictures I don't fully color. But that doesn't really matter because the only thing we need to focus on is the screen and what I'm about to tell you.
Also, I list dates as MM/DD/YYYY.
××
Picture this:
It's 2044, the world has been in (official) chaos for about 14 years now. You and your found family/town/coworkers are trying to kill zombies that run absurdly fast for no reason and can't simply be shot and stay down.
Your top boss has been taking 10s to 100s of your found family/town/coworkers across the Americas and Europe on insane, revenge-driven, somewhat suicidal expeditions to hunt down members of a freaky space alien terrorist cult/religion/social movement that she kinda-but-not-intentionally used to be a part of-- before your other top bosses freed her from mind control with the power of friendship and unethical experimentation.
And on top of all that, you and your found family/town/coworkers are expected to fight the aforementioned freaky space aliens, who are dripped out in armor made of what used to be the Brooklyn Bridge. How fun.
One day, you and a buddy are sitting through another lecture from a Resistance Elder (just about anyone that can recite Disney's Fastplay) when somebody asks:
"What if the zombies fuse together and become a super-zombie?"
And the elder says: "What, like in Power Rangers? Just keep attacking, you'll hit something eventually."
××××
Now, you don't know what a Power Ranger is. When the war started you were only about 4 or 5 years old, and you don't really remember what life was like prior to bleak skies and Horrors. But you know someone who does!
"Lieutenant Jones, what's a Power Ranger?"
Or so you thought. Unfortunately, you superior has no idea what you're asking about, and sends you to Lieutenant O'Neil.
"Uh, a Power Ranger was a series about ninjas or samurai, I think. They ran around in color coded clothes and fought monsters with Japanese swords and stuff." ... Were the Hamato Power Rangers?
"Did they fuse?"
"With the Megazords, yeah."
You still lacked context, but a small idea was forming in your mind. Maybe. It depends on what Masters Michaelangelo and Donatello have to add.
"Oh! I never watched Power Rangers, sorry. April might be able to help you though--- You already asked? Try the Captain; Leo could probably tell you."
××××
You never worked up the courage to ask Professor Donatello, and as for Captain Leonardo, well... most people can't look her in the eyes anyway. The vengeance is scary.
But you have another plan in mind. You ask a friend from Survey if they can be on the look-out for books titled Power Rangers.
One month later, a worn, dusty, smelly book wrapped in rags is placed in your hands. That night, after dinner ended and Day shift swapped with Night, you gently flipped to a random page.
…
Wow. I wanna be Power Ranger.
And so, it begins...
Mavis Searcy (picture) proposes a plan to combat the largest of kraang: The Resistance makes its own mobile suit(s).
Her plan was proposed on 9/15/44 but wasn't approved until 12/3/44. Raphael hadn't been onboard with building giant robots because of how much materials would have to go towards construction. He was later convinced by Donatello, who oversaw Project MetalArmy due to his knowledge of building weaponized mechanical bodies.
Take shelldon for example.
The Mecha Meeting
Colonel Jones, Professor Donatello, Michaelangelo, and Draxum held a meeting among the Offense, Engineering (Warfare), Chemistry (Warfare), and Mystic Arts departments.
98 soldiers agreed to join Offense's newest faction:
39 soldiers from Offense.
Colonel Jones chose older adults (30 - 40) to pilot the mobile suits. Theses individuals were injured previously and unable to fight according to Offense's standards.
There have only been 5 minor/young adult pilots, all of whom conducted towards the end of the war.
30 soldiers from Engineering,
15 were personally chosen by Donatello.
13 soldiers from Mystic Arts,
10 nurses (MUPND),
And 9 soldiers from Chemistry.
Although Mecha's workload would have been evenly spread with more people, few soldiers joined the faction because of the high estimated risk of death. Those who piloted mobile suits would be in direct contact with the Kraangs' titans, Angels, the Technodrome, and possibly the Primes themselves.
Build-A-Suit
Mobile suits were more reminiscent of the vehicles they were made of, rather than a stylized, humanoid robot with a small waist and broad shoulders (even if that would be cooler).
Their bodies were created with any metal Mech engineers could salvage, and were enchanted with durability spells to fair against kraang. The suits were armed with an array of weapons such as machine guns, bombs, missiles, spears, drones-- literally anything.
Though different suits were supplied with armaments according to what their specific purpose was, i.e.: Ocean Striders had harpoons to reel in Angels.
--
Chemists (and Magicians) were specifically needed for supplying fuel for mobile suits.
In the early years of Project: MetalArmy, gas was out of the question. By 2040, the kraang were in possession of the world's oil supply— using it to power the technodrome, and are the driving only force behind the sharp decrease of coal and natural gas globally. You would think that an advanced alien species wouldn't need to rely on fossil fuels.
(Un)Fortunately that only left two options:
An overly complicated and gross process of melting down kraang corpses into liquid, and thus fuel the mobile suits. Or,
Dig through the CFS's various locations and hope they have something useful. (They did.)
See, at this point in time the Resistance had access to a small number of Castillo properties. Not only was the Resistance privy to basic living necessities, they also had access to archives filled with everything the Castillo Foundation stole from Yokai— jewelry, clothing, art, furniture, books, and most importantly, rocks.
There was no guarantee Survey (who is usually sent out for gathering resources, even though that's not what their job is) would come across anything worthwhile. But lo and behold, a pink crystal called Hibisium is discovered deep within the Castillo Foundation's storage.
.
.
Conveniently, Hibisium's container had a description of where it was recovered from, as well as the crystal's immense energy. The plaque hadn't mentioned anything about it being radioactive, for some reason.
Survey brought it back, and now Mecha could scratch another task off their list. Or so they thought. Everybody was so excited, no one considered that it might be hard to make a rock power a multi-ton metal robot.
--
That's where Magicians finally got involved. Their job was to redirect Hibisium's energy along different points of the mobile suits' body.
In a way, it was similar to going behind the TV and trying to connect an HDMI cord to the direct port— but with invisible energy and a bunch of seals that acted as pathways. These were referred to as a suit's “tendons”. Without them, the mobile suits can't move (or power on, but y'know).
--
With mobile suits housing toxic materials —and the Mecha faction having to interact with the suits fairly often— Raphael allocated an unused building to Mecha.
This building (and others, later on) was simply referred to as a garage. There was enough room for ~75 out of Mecha's 101 members to live.
The other 26 resumed their positions in Offense until further notice.
The garage had showers, a kitchen, common room, and med-bay— seeing as it was an old middle school that was renovated by troops in the past. Mecha still had to set up their own beds, sadly.
Despite what may come to mind when imagining a garage, mobile suits weren't constructed there. It would take far too long to rebuild another lab some hundreds of miles away from HQ when the Resistance is strapped for fuel on a good day.
Instead, mobile suits were created at HQ, given their cores when sent out, and driven/walked to garages after their first (successful) launch into battle.
--
Over MetalArmy's five year period, members of Mecha slowly died of radiation poisoning. The effects were less severe for magicians, chemists, and nurses, who had infrequent contact with mobile suits/wore protective gear. Engineers and pilots; however, were in close, frequent contact with the mobile suits' core for extended periods.
On 9/27/49, Major General Leonardo ordered Offense to send 6 suits fight alongside Donatello in the Atlantic. The battle lasted for five days, having concluded on October 2nd.
Until then, no Mecha pilots have conducted the mobile suits for more than 10 hours consecutively. Those pilots died days later in the best cases.
Interlude: Imitation Is The Sincerest Form Of Flattery
Raphael dies just a year after Project: MetalArmy began.
Which sucked for multiple reasons, but Donatello's mind focused on practicality rather than emotional turmoil.
When he suggested that Raphael approves the mobile suits, Donatello's overall motivation was to have a contingency (or maybe even first choice) in case his eldest and youngest brother were unable to fight; a reprieve, to stave away unnecessary guilt.
The Hamato needed something stable; Donatello would provide in the way he knew best— through invention.
But then The Biggest Brother is gone; another pillar of their clan has fallen. The rest of them are left to scramble for a new, unwelcome normal. In an effort to lessen the hurt, Donatello provides.
And Provides. And provides.
And plans to provide again, in a way that exceeds anything he's done before.
He provides Raphael, albeit metallic and uncanny.
For the last decade and-a-half Michaelangelo has been in possession of the family scroll. Seeing as everyone was in mourning, it wasn't necessarily the hardest thing to acquire— even with Michael insisting that Donatello talk to Leo again. It won't be necessary soon, the water has since passed the bridge and already returned to the sea.
Summoning Raphael proved to be a slight challenge, however. Unlike their father's passing, Raphael's spirit hadn't shown up until months later.
Donatello doesn't want to consider the possibility their father moved on so quickly because he was ready, and long accepted that he'd die. No thank you.
It had been a small flicker-- a stark difference in comparison to Raphael's "larger than life" persona. Donatello let it rest for the time being. In the meanwhile, there wasn't time to wallow.
— Interlude End.
Baker's Dozen
MetalArmy was terminated after Donatello's death.
I've decided that one mobile suit is made every 5 months, which sorta fits into a 5-year timeframe.
Names marked with an asterisk ( * ) were in the Atlantic Showdown, and took part in Sister Kraang's death.
××
Titan ('44)
"The Patriarch". Technically this entire post is about Titan's creation.
---
Neptune
Ocean Strider.
---
Jupiter *
High Flyer.
---
Pluto
High Flyer (Evacuation/Rescue).
---
Mercury*
Ocean Strider.
---
Mars*
Red Trinity.
---
Phobos
Red Trinity, Moon Triplet.
---
Deimos
Red Trinity, Moon Triplet.
---
Luna*
Moon Triplet.
---
Venus
Sentient, Ocean Strider. When the war is over Venus (and Sheldon, who's implemented into her dashboard) and Leonardo roam the wasteland of Earth.
---
Mona Lisa*
Sentient, High Flyer (Evacuation/Rescue). Mona Lisa and Venus are sister mechs. Unfortunately, she doesn't survive to see the end of the timeline.
---
Saturn
High Flyer.
---
Tera ('49)*
Strongest mobile suit; largest core out of predecessors. Tera was also the only mobile suit who's body was compromised of ≥50% Adamantium, all of which was acquired from fallen kraang-mech vessels. Her demise will be explained in a future (soon) post.
In case you haven't noticed, there were a bunch of nerds working in Mecha.
-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Afterward:
Have you guys read Cass's apocalypse series? That's partially where I got the idea for #MetalArmy. I was also literally inspired by PR Megazords, as well as Evangelion and the Gundam series despite having never seen the last two.
There was also Baxter Stockman's robot from the 2k12 show, which isn't what I'm going for, but it's a step in the right direction.
