#lew and krang au

[daydreaming-jessi]

Running from the law because they can’t tell the difference between aliens and mutants.

[daydreaming-jessi]

How about some fun facts about Lew and Krang?

While traveling through space, both were interested by earth and its enormous natural satellite, the moon! They decided to check out earth, but forgot to account for the moon’s gravitational affect, and so they ended up crashing into earth, rather than landing. Lew was very disappointed in herself for making such a rookie piloting mistake… Krang was just glad they survived.

After all their grand road-tripping across earth and space, Lew and Krang have developed a mutual love of music. They become mega fans of an alien electric band called ‘The Fi-0’s’. They both dream of attending one of their grand concerts one day. Krang will also develop a love for oldie music and record players, he loves ‘Everybody loves somebody’ and ‘Fly me to the moon’ the most. Lew loves music with lots of deep bass, and will do most anything with something playing in the background. She even has a fighting playlist that krang plays to pump her up and keep her in sync. If you hear music, you know lew is up to something.

Lew is an earth name, because her actual name is unpronounceable for human vocal chords. (You need multiple sets to pronounce it) She was once asked to sign a petition, and in a panic, saw a license plate spell out L3W and put that down. The person thought it was just a funny way to write E, and that’s how she got her earth name :D Krang do not do names, so Krang just calls himself Krang cause that’s what he is. It does not get confusing when multiple krang are in the room :))))

Krang and Lew both love nature and biology, they go on research expeditions all the time, writing down everything they see and photographing it. This is where Krang starts to pick up his photography and scrapbooking hobby, keeping all the fun pics he took of him and Lew having fun for himself instead of putting them into their research journals. He’s very sentimental ❤️ Lew loves the camping aspects of it and seeing cool places and hanging out with her good buddy krang.

Lew loves to fly, she’s dedicated her whole life to it. She settles for driving land based stuff when her ship crashed, and she loves fixing up vehicles and modding them out, she’s actually a pretty adept automotive engineer, just not as advanced as krang. She makes a good grease monkey, being able to lift cars up with her hands, but there are some aspects of cars that require more human shaped and sized hands. Good thing she’s been turned into a shapeshifter. She’s also technically a rocket scientist, since she’s a spaceship pilot. Lew is kind of a genius, dang. Too bad folks don’t really appreciate that about her. Most people think of her as a meatheaded jock, and that may be because she doesn’t show off her smarts a lot, just her muscles, but her intelligence is how she and Krang were able to travel cross country for so long (that and a few grand theft autos… but does it really count if they were scrap cars they fixed and souped up?)

Krang loves trying new foods, figuring out what on earth is edible for him and Lew, and what may be dangerous for them. He also finds out he loves stuffed animals, they make burrows and nests warm and cozy, and they let him give them big hugs. He also has a love for coding, it’s like a fun secret language he’s in on. He’s better at mechanical engineering than bio engineering, unlike a lot of other krang.

Lew loves exploring fashion and romance novels, despite being aroace, but especially a romance novel with a grand tear-jerking reunion in it, reunions make her sob like a baby in general. She’s not sure why, they just cause this huge wave of emotion in her for some reason… She also loves astronomy, it’s a good way to feed her space faring itch.

Lew chose to use she/her as a her pronouns cause she likes the ‘sshhh’ in she, and Krang chose he/him because he likes ‘hehehehe’ but that’s about it. Argenauts have a different way of doing things than earth, and Krang don’t actually have biological sexes, they reproduce through krang goopy stuff eventually developing into egg clutches that eventually hatch and are raised by krang designated as brooders.

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“Hey there, glad I ran into you again! Listen, about last time-”

“You mean when you guys broke into our home?”

“Heh, yeah. I wanted to apologize. I think we all kind of got off on the wrong f- er, uh…. A-anyways, how ‘bout we start over? The name’s Raph!”

“Ah, yes. You earthlings do the name thing. Well, you may call me Krang.”

“Cool! Is it okay if I ask you a couple things?”

“…Okay.”

After meeting Krang and Lew for the first time, Raph can’t help but think this krang is pretty different from the ones before. He may not have the same level of friendliness Mikey has, but maybe he could give this whole befriending the enemy thing a try. It worked out with Draxum and Casey after all. Maybe they won’t have to worry about another krang world domination attempt after all. (Maybe it wasn’t even something to worry about in the first place…)

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Hey! Here’s a lil continuation of the alien ocs I finally finished! And here’s a lil ending thing I wrote up, cause I didn’t wanna draw more.

It was weird to be so easily scooped up by someone other than Raph after so long. Unfortunately, Leo’s harness dug uncomfortably into his neck, forcing his moment of frozen shock short as he instinctively tried to wriggle away, and free up his air passage. The struggle was useless, of course, he could see the muscle this strange creature possessed flexing as they carried Donnie like a sack of green potatoes. However, it didn’t seem to go unnoticed, as Leo found himself being tossed up slightly and settled into a better position, this time enclosed by a wicked pincer that replaced the arm that once held him. He instinctively yelped, and the creature gave an amused huff. He glanced up to see the creature eying him bemusedly, and they gave him a wide grin in return. The back of his neck tingled as his mind noted just how eerily familiar that grin was, he’d seen those teeth before, but where? It was going to bug him endlessly if he didn’t figure this out, like a stuck scute in the center of his shell, impossible to reach and scratch at.

“Alright, alright, you’ve caught us, we broke in and disturbed your peace and all that, but listen, uh…. Thing. There’s something else incredibly dangerous living in this building, and me and my brothers are gonna be the only things standing between you and a world of misery, so set me and my dear Donathon down, and we’ll real quick take care of that pest for you, m’kay? We won’t even charge you, which is a steal considering how good we are at pest control!” He gave the creature his winning thousand watt smile that no one could resist, and the creature gave him a, still bemused, but ultimately unimpressed look. An unfortunately recurring reaction Leo kept getting from everyone he flashed his winning smile to.

“I think I can take care of myself. Thank you for the generous offer, though, buddo, really appreciate it.” Their voice didn’t sound that deep, it was higher like April’s in fact, and yet it somehow rumbled through Leo’s chest like a thousand bass solos, farther than even Raph’s churrs could ever dream of reaching. It was like multiple voices were laced together, but only one was audible to Leo’s ears, the others too low to be caught by his cochlea.

Donnie began to struggle, seeming to have finally come to his own senses as well. “No, no, no, you wanna listen to him. I dunno if you remember a few months ago, New York laying in ruins, ring a bell? Planet almost completely decimated by a moon sized hunk of flesh that exploded in the sky? One of the things that caused all that is running around here unchecked, and the longer it’s free, the more destruction it can-“ The creature suddenly came to a halt that jostled the boys, interrupting Donnie’s growing rant with a slightly pained wheeze as his middle rammed into the arm currently keeping him locked in place.

“Looks like this is your stop!” The creature nudged the door open with a foot, revealing the trash cans and dumpsters of the alley running by the side of the building, lit only by the distant street lamps running out front and the rapidly disappearing dusk. There, Raph and Mikey were struggling to dig themselves out of the masses of black plastic bags threatening to bury them. “Now then, out you go!” Leo watched as Donnie was flung out into the alley, right into Mikey and toppling more garbage bags onto Raph.

He only had a moment to assess the state of his brothers, though, before Leo was face to face with the strange creature again. It was bizarre, he’d never seen a mutant or yokai like them before, nothing on earth could really come close to describing them, and yet, he knew their face. He’d seen the shape of their jaw square, the strange triceratops-like frill crowning their head, he just had to remember where. He couldn’t really think though when he was brought closer to their face, their yellow and orange eyes drilling holes into his own. Their bemusement faded into a serious look, and Leo subconsciously leaned back as his instincts kicked into hyperdrive. This thing was dangerous, and could very easily hurt him, and he was rapidly realizing that as the ease that had softened their features left, revealing sharp, intelligent life that studied him like a specimen, dissecting him right there for all his strengths and weaknesses. Whatever this thing was, it was also a warrior, and one Leo couldn’t really see himself winning against easily.

Then, just as quickly as the fearful look came over their face, it passed, replaced by a more calm demeanor. “Alright, now look. I don’t know what you lot know about Krang, but I understand your concern. Krang are dangerous. But this one you’ve met is different, and maybe you don’t believe me. But I will not let you hurt him.” Their brow furrowed with a klink, and for some ungodly reason Leo’s brain had to note that the gray dots must be piercings.

Still, the rest of his brain was fully intimidated by the look the creature gave him. He knew that intense ferocity furrowing their brow and trying to pull their mouth into a snarl, the contained but raging inferno of protectiveness blazing in their eyes. It was like looking into a mirror.

Then the creature smiled once more, and the serious air about them vanished, as if it never existed in the first place.

“Now, don’t break into our house ever again, m’kay? Bye-ee!”

Before he could respond, Leo felt himself be tossed backwards, and found himself surrounded by odorous plastic bags. He struggled to breach the black pit, arms flailing for any kind of purchase.

The door to the abandoned building slammed shut just as he reached fresh air, and he saw Mikey pop out of the garbage pit onto solid ground before the rest of them.

“Wait! My nunchaku! No!”

The doorknob rattled uselessly under Mikey’s hands, and he stared in despair at the now locked door.

Donnie emerged from the trash next and shot their youngest brother a frown as he tried to help Raph sit up straight. “Tough luck, Angelo. No way are we breaching this castle again for a while.”

“Man, Dad’s gonna kill us! We promised him we’d be careful, now when we show up covered in garbage and missing half our weapons, he’s never gonna let us go out again, especially when he knows why!”

The other turtles exchanged an uneasy look. Mikey was right, Splinter was gonna lose his mind when he found out about what they’d just been through, harmless as it was.

Upon hearing no reassurances from the three behind him, only uncertain silence, Mikey pressed the palms of his hands into his eye sockets and groaned. How could he be so careless? Yes it’d been a minute since they’d done this, but that wasn’t a good enough excuse. They were heroes, and heroes didn’t lose track of their weapons, or fall into traps, or get kicked out of the house they were scouting. This was a disaster.

Mikey uncovered his eyes as his hands slid up over his mask to his forehead miserably, and nearly screamed when he saw a pair of neon yellow, luminescent eyes staring right back at him.

The Krang that’d been tormenting them for the past half hour wriggled a tentacle at them, delicately balanced on the metal poles of the fire escape high above them. He seemed to be carrying something, but the light was rapidly disappearing into a gray twilight, making it all the harder to see.

“Hi. You dropped this.” It revealed another of its tentacles, clutching a familiar crosscut saw, before releasing its grip.

Mikey jumped and rushed to catch his weapon, gasping with relief as his beloved nunchaku appeared in his grip once more with a fiery blaze. “My baby! Don’t you ever leave my sight again!” He cradled the nunchaku delicately as he squished them to his cheek, like he would his first child.

“Don’t forget these, either.”

A hoe and hand rake joined the party, dropping safely onto the plushy garbage bags, rather than the ungiving asphalt. The turtles stared in awe at their returned weapons, before looking back up to the Krang, their eyes widening to the size of saucer plates. It watched them back, and if one were generous, they’d describe the krang’s slit pupiled eyes as thoughtful.

Then it smiled, and gave a child like giggle. “It was fun testing my home defense on you guys, glad to know they work. But next time you want tech, just ask. Lew and I don’t like uninvited guests.”

It finally revealed one last tentacle, clutching something, which it uncurled to let the strange item drop into Donnie’s lap. He jumped, and Raph and Leo both ducked back as his titanium shell claw snatched up the device. There it was revealed to be a strange black and gray metal orb, the size of a bouncy ball, with a couple small blinking lights and a single screw keeping it all intact.

“Okay, bye now earthlings!” The Krang wriggled its tentacle at the turtles again, and skittered off the fire escape back inside the adjacent open window.

For a long moment, no one spoke, instead staring at the now empty window, each individual turtle working through his own tangled series of questions and thoughts, dread filling the air like a noxious gas. Or maybe it was the clinging garbage smell on their shells.

Eventually, Leo managed to work words past the bitter taste on his tongue, and broke the silence, as he was skilled in. “So, not the worst first mission after our little mini vacation. I mean, not the best, but hey, it could’ve been way worse!!”

The three withering looks he got from his brothers were worse than the last foam dart that was distantly fired off and stuck squarely to his forehead. He glowered and flicked off the offending ammunition.

“Guys, was that really a krang?” Mikey asked, looking back up to the window with a strange emotion.

“I’m not sure what else it could be, not like we know a lot of other pink tentacle alien things with an affinity for giving us a run for our money,” Donnie replied, scooping his staff up with a purple flare while lowering his goggles to get a better look at the piece of tech they’d ‘liberated’ on their mission.

Mikey shook his head, looking back down to his reunited nunchaku. “But it was so small, and less spiky, and veiny.” And not that take over the world-y, his mind quietly supplied.

“And what about that big guy? I never seen anything like that before,” Raph noted, heaving himself up properly and brushing off scraps of paper stuck to his spikes. He grabbed his own lost weapon, returning it to its sai form before reaching down and helping Leo out of the trash pile.

“Speaking of that behemoth, call me crazy, but that thing was familiar right?! It’s been driving me crazy, I swear we saw it before!” Leo exploded, pointing back at the building.

“If I remember correctly, which I do because I took several dozen pictures and videos to study, that creature we just encountered seemed to be a more flesh-covered version of the titan armors the Krang leader had. It seems like the armor were designed after its skeletal structure, though I can’t say for sure until I perform some radiographs of my own,” Donnie pulled up some screens on his wrist-pad showing the old brute, fortunately covered in clinical notes and arrows pointing to certain parts of the armor Donnie had taken interest in, especially around the middle part which seemed to have a more vengeful scribble over it, covering its squishier control center.

“I knew it! Yes! Finally Donnie’s creepy habit of recording everything comes through!” Leo victoriously posed, while Donnie squawked at the backhanded insult, quick to point out the multiple other times his ‘creepy habit’ had dug them out of their own holes.

Mikey ignored them, though, still staring at the window as his mind brewed, thoughts of Krang and aliens flitting through.

Then he felt a hand on his shoulder, making him look up to Raph, giving him a reassuring smile. He turned his head back to the still bickering Donnie and Leo, and put an end to their argument.

“Alright guys, I think that’s enough for tonight. Let’s head home and come up with a new game plan. And, uh, maybe shower while we’re at it before Dad asks.”

“Agreed. Ugh, I did not miss the after mission odor,” Donnie grimaced and Leo playfully nudged him.

“Aw, come on! It’s a little nostalgic this time, after so long without it.”

The four headed out, but Mikey still lingered, looking back one last time. He didn’t have incredible night vision, but he could’ve sworn he saw two figures looking back.

Hesitantly, he raised a hand in farewell. He was a polite turtle.

“Mikey, if you don’t hurry up you’ll end up last in line for the bathroom.”

He turned and hurried after his brothers. He so did not want to shower in the gross stink his brothers would leave behind.