VOX Box: Turtle Power Prelude
Characters[]
Location[]
- The Turtle Lair, Star City, OR
- April 27th 2016, 2311 Local Time
VOX Archive[]
- Raphael/Michelangelo/Leonardo/Donatello/April O'Neil: [bodies jostling inside vehicle: 5 instances]
- Raphael: That does it! I'm driving next ti- [bodies jostling inside vehicle: 5 instances, whack, pained groan] Donnie! Learn to drive!
- Donatello: Look, Ralph-
- Leonardo: No, you look!
- Donatello: [gasp, foot slamming down, brakes screeching, sigh] Whew... That was close.
- Michelangelo: I'll say, you nearly turned our dad into roadkill.
- Leonardo: [vehicle door opens, clatter, barefootsteps] Sensei, are you okay?
- Splinter: I am uninjured. My concern is not for myself, however. How is Miss O'Neil?
- Raphael: [vehicle door opens, clatter, bare footsteps] We got her right here. She's out cold though.
- Splinter: [bare footsteps, cane taps] Is she injured?
- Donatello: [engine shuts off, vehicle door opens, clatter, footsteps] She was pushed around a little, but that's not why she lost consciousness.
- Splinter: Oh?
- Donatello: Yeah. [nervous chuckle] She fainted when she saw we were turtles...
- Raphael: And again in the car when she saw we were talking turtles.
- Splinter: I see.
- Raphael: Hey, slide her over, Mikey.
- Michelangelo: No problemo, Ralph! [clatter, clatter] Incoming
- Raphael: [groan, bare footsteps] Where should I put her? On the couch?
- Leonardo: I think that will be fine. I'll get her a pillow. Mikey, do we have a cold compress or something in the freezer or the bump on her head?
- Michelangelo: On it, Leo! [clatter, vehicle door closes]
- Raphael/Leonardo/Donatello: [bare footsteps: 3 instances]
- Splinter: [bare footsteps, cane taps] Andwhere, might I ask, did this military vehicle come from?
- Donatello: Not military... [bare footsteps, vehicle door closes] Private security, specifically owned by a company called TCRI.
- Splinter: [bare footsteps, cane taps] Oh, my... I know this symbol.
- Donatello: Yeah, they're the company that poached that Baxter Stockman guy from STAR Labs a few years back. Tele-Communications Research Institute. It's quite the piece of hardware for a rent-a-cops protecting a cell phone towers and the like- [chuckle]
- Splinter: Can it be?
- Donatello: [chuckle] But then again it seems there's more to TCRI than meets the eye seeing as this is what April's attackers rolled up in and they definitely weren't your run-of-the-mill rent-a-cops. No sir. They had some serious martial arts training and after we showed up and foiled their plan, guess what happened next? The Foot showed up out of nowhere. I don't know how they knew we'd be there, but-
- Splinter: Donatello?
- Donatello: Yes, sensei?
- Splinter: [cane taps metal] What do you see there?
- Donatello: The TCRI logo?
- Splinter: Yes, that, but what else do you see?
- Donatello: Uh... an armored door?
- Splinter: [sigh] Look at this design. The entirety of it, my son. [cane sliding on metal] Not just the letters on it,but the overall shape.
- Donatello: Uh... Okay... Well, now that you mention it...
- Splinter: Yes?
- Donatello: I see... [pause] Nothing. I'm sorry, I just see nothing. I'm sorry. It's just a logo. A rather uninspired one if you ask me.
- Splinter: [sigh, slash on metal, cane taps] That, my son, is the mark of the Foot Clan!
- Donatello: Oh, well... Yeah, there is that, too. [scoff] I saw that, too. [nervous chuckle]
- Splinter: Hmm, I suspect further inquiry into TCRI may be required. [bare footsteps, cane taps] But that can wait. We should check on our guest.
- Donatello/Splinter: [bare footsteps: 2 instances, cane taps]
- Donatello: [bare footsteps] TCRI sent its goons to hurt April, but if TCRI works for the Foot then... [gasp] The Foot want the April dead?
- Splinter: [bare footsteps, cane taps] Possibly, though I suspect her father, Dr. O'Neil, is the more probable target, my son.
- Donatello: [bare footsteps, chuckle] Yeah, okay... that would make more sense. Everything we know about the Foot's recent activities seems to be them trying to replicate that old mutagen formula, so them kidnapping April's dad would be a logical next stop.
- Splinter: [bare footsteps, cane taps] As would TCRI's hiring of Dr. Stockman. [bare footsteps, cane taps] Speaking of Dr. O'Neil, though-
- Donatello: He's fine. Well, he's not fine... [sigh, bare footsteps] He was already severely beaten by the time we got there.
- Leonardo: [bare footsteps] We had Casey take him to Marquette Memorial Hospital.
- Splinter: And you did not consider to do the same for Miss O'Neil?
- Leonardo: That was the plan originally, sensei. We were following Casey when the Foot gave chase. We stole that truck as the Foot were after us. We figured we could lead them away from Casey, buy him more time to get April's dad to safety. After we lost them, we thought it best to bring April here... where she would also be safe.
- Donatello: Master Splinter believes that the truck we stole belongs to the Foot.
- Raphael: I'm telling youse that wasn't no coincidence that the Foot showed up like they did! The whole thing smelled fishy to me from the st-
- April O'Neil: [groan]
- Michelangelo: Hey, uh, guys... she's waking up!
- Raphael/Michelangelo/Leonardo/Donatello: [bate footsteps: 4 instances]
- April O'Neil: [groan]
- Splinter: Sons, give her room to breathe. Stand back.
- Donatello: Easy there, April... You fainted and hit your head on the way down. Keep that ice pack there to take the swelling down.
- April O'Neil: [groan] W-where am I? [sniff, retch] And what is that smell?
- Raphael: [scoff] Probably Mikey.
- Michelangelo: [scoff] Hey!
- Raphael: Yeah? When's the last time you showered?
- Michelangelo: Uh, well, it was... [pause] Hmm... When was-?
- Donatello: Guys! [sigh, bare footsteps] You're in our home. Unfortunately, it's in the sewers. But wer're not far from your own home. We can take you back there. Once it's safe.
- April O'Neil: Once it's safe? [ice pack crinkling] What do you mean 'once it's safe?' [groan, clatter, gasp] Oh, my god... That wasn't a nightmare! W-W-What are you things? [gulp] Wait... I know what you are!
- Michelangelo: You do?
- April O'Neil: I'm an aspiring journalist. I've read all those reports. I've seen all those cell phone videos on MeVids. You're those good demons.
- Raphael: I swear if she calls us Kappas-
- Donatello: [whack] Easy, Raph... [sigh, footsteps] Actually, April, we're turtles. Actinemys marmorata to be precise.
- Raphael: [scoff] Yeah, but we're a bit mutated.
- Leonardo: And we are trained in the art of ninjitsu. Which is how we were able to rescue you.
- Michelangelo: Should we also mention that we're teenagers? I feel like we totally should.
- April O'Neil: Wait... So you're... Turtle... Mutant... Ninja... Teenagers?
- Michelangelo: [scoff] Actually, we prefer to phrase it as 'Teenage Mutant Nin-'
- Raphael: [whack] Can it, Mikey.
- Splinter: Raphael! That is enough of that. [sigh] My apologies for my son, Miss O'Neil but-
- April O'Neil: W-w-wait... A r-rat?
- Splinter: [pause, cane taps] Yes. I, like, my sons may have the outward appearance of an animal but I assure you we have the mind and soul of-
- April O'Neil: And did you just call him... Raphael?
- Raphael: Yeah, he did... because that's my name.
- April O'Neil: [pause, gulp] I know that. [pause] Just like I know you're Donatello, and you're Leonard... and you! You have to be Michelangelo. [sigh, chuckle] Oh, my God, this is too crazy! And you're Splinter! [pause] Right? [pause] I can't believe this! I n-n-name-! [delirious chuckle]
- Raphael: Uh, Donnie, you might want to grab that pillow, I think she's about to-
- April O'Neil: [nervous chuckle, pause, thud]
- Raphael: Crash... [sigh, bare footsteps] I'm going to call Casey and see how things went on his end. Let me know when sleeping beauty wakes.
Trivia and Notes[]
- Part of the Turtle Power Storyline.
- Story continues in VOX Box: Turtle Power 1.
- Debut of April O'Neil and Splinter.
- In the comics TCRI stands for Techno Cosmic Research Institute.
- Turtles were called Kappas in VOX Box: Hell on Earth 2.
- Actinemys marmorata is the scientific name of western pond turtle.