[Materializing on a completely alien spacecraft that appears to have been through several Triceraton armada attacks was not on Don's list of things he wanted to get done today. It was absolutely nowhere on any list, actually.
At first, ninja training and a general sense that comes from nearly dying in strange places drives Don to stick to the shadows, stealthily sneaking from place to place (while lugging a duffel bag which feels a lot lighter than it should).
Then he emerges into a huge room that must house generators each easily several times what he's seen on any other ship, and he's struck dumb by amazement, wandering right into the middle of the room to stare in wonder and inspect each of these massive pieces of equipment first-hand. Good job, Don. You are failing at being a ninja.
Yeah, he's just... out there. Good time to interrupt a five-foot Turtle admiring electronics, if you feel like it.]
1100: AURORA the Second - Finders-Keepers
[By now, Donatello has figured out that he's not on some ordinary ship. There are a bunch of humans, but there are also many not-humans, and nobody is trying to kill them yet. In lieu of any evidence to the contrary he is going to assume that he is at least quasi-safe. (Hahaha that will change pretty fast.)
So, salvaging. Don does that on a routine basis at home. He immediately gets to work picking through the wreckage, adding to the power modifiers he stashed in the generator room. If there's anything electronic that might be workable, he'll consider taking it.
Aaaand he ends up running out of space in his bag. Crap. So you might see a Turtle taking stuff out of the duffel bag, digging through it to try to prioritize his stash of medical equipment, books and various parts -
I thought I left that somewhere else...? [CONFUSION. Also awkward if someone catches him with what looks like a rejected Sesame Street toy. Why does he even have this.]
1210: Still AURORA - Fear the Reapers
[Don's probably going to be fighting for this one. Feel free to team up with the Turtle wielding the stick.]
1300: AURORA-ish - Tactical Retreat
[Giant shelled ones, Donatello feels a kinship with you.
They may be alien creatures, with unfathomable reasoning and inhuman intelligence, but their bravery and suffering are undeniable. The creature that helped to protect them meets its grisly end at the teeth of the Reapers.
Don has seen death. He knows about the cruelty of nature and the whims of fate all too well.
Still, he can't help but feel a pang when that great body comes to rest in the tangled kelp, its shape wreathed with smoky trails of dark blood, its luminescence fading to darkness.
Don talks to himself, or maybe to anyone close enough nearby to hear in the crowded transport.]
I'll find some way to repay them for their sacrifice... that's a promise.
Donatello
[Materializing on a completely alien spacecraft that appears to have been through several Triceraton armada attacks was not on Don's list of things he wanted to get done today. It was absolutely nowhere on any list, actually.
At first, ninja training and a general sense that comes from nearly dying in strange places drives Don to stick to the shadows, stealthily sneaking from place to place (while lugging a duffel bag which feels a lot lighter than it should).
Then he emerges into a huge room that must house generators each easily several times what he's seen on any other ship, and he's struck dumb by amazement, wandering right into the middle of the room to stare in wonder and inspect each of these massive pieces of equipment first-hand. Good job, Don. You are failing at being a ninja.
Yeah, he's just... out there. Good time to interrupt a five-foot Turtle admiring electronics, if you feel like it.]
1100: AURORA the Second - Finders-Keepers
[By now, Donatello has figured out that he's not on some ordinary ship. There are a bunch of humans, but there are also many not-humans, and nobody is trying to kill them yet. In lieu of any evidence to the contrary he is going to assume that he is at least quasi-safe. (Hahaha that will change pretty fast.)
So, salvaging. Don does that on a routine basis at home. He immediately gets to work picking through the wreckage, adding to the power modifiers he stashed in the generator room. If there's anything electronic that might be workable, he'll consider taking it.
Aaaand he ends up running out of space in his bag. Crap. So you might see a Turtle taking stuff out of the duffel bag, digging through it to try to prioritize his stash of medical equipment, books and various parts -
- is that a pigeon puppet?]
I thought I left that somewhere else...? [CONFUSION. Also awkward if someone catches him with what looks like a rejected Sesame Street toy. Why does he even have this.]
1210: Still AURORA - Fear the Reapers
[Don's probably going to be fighting for this one. Feel free to team up with the Turtle wielding the stick.]
1300: AURORA-ish - Tactical Retreat
[Giant shelled ones, Donatello feels a kinship with you.
They may be alien creatures, with unfathomable reasoning and inhuman intelligence, but their bravery and suffering are undeniable. The creature that helped to protect them meets its grisly end at the teeth of the Reapers.
Don has seen death. He knows about the cruelty of nature and the whims of fate all too well.
Still, he can't help but feel a pang when that great body comes to rest in the tangled kelp, its shape wreathed with smoky trails of dark blood, its luminescence fading to darkness.
Don talks to himself, or maybe to anyone close enough nearby to hear in the crowded transport.]
I'll find some way to repay them for their sacrifice... that's a promise.