Year: 2067

Location: Dimension X

"Till we meet again, Maximus." These are the words that Ch'rell spoke to Leonardo as he, Kako Naso and Duke Acurades used their brand new Dimensional Teleporter to transport themselves to another Dimension for the first time in more than 50 years.

But this wasn't just any Dimension, for it held a very special place in the hearts of the three evil Utroms, if that's what you would call their organs.

"Home, at last." Ch'rell said as he looked around, admiring the pink sky and the familiarity of the landscape.

He and the other two Utroms looked around in utter glee, having longed for this place for so long.

"You did it Master Ch'rell, I never thought we would see this place again." Kako Naso said in response to his superior with a look of gratefulness, placing the robotic hand of his android body upon Ch'rell's android shoulders.

"Yes my son. I never thought we would be able to get this far, but through our ingenuity, we were able to break the Dimensional barrier once more. Not even the hardships of the Mutated earth could stop us!" Ch'rell said in response to his loyal Utrom.

"These particular lands seem familiar." Duke Acurades said as he observed his surroundings, taking particular note of the seemingly worn-looking landscape that had seen days of war in the past.

"You're right, comrade." Ch'rell said in response as he began closely looking everywhere as well. "Infact, if our thoughts are correct, then we should we able to stumble upon it if we keep on treading towards the southwest."

The three evil Utroms navigated their way through the familiar landscape and sure enough, they saw the extremely old ruins of a giant fortress.

The technodrome.

"Remember those stories that Kraang Prime told us about this place? Even before we were created?" Duke Acurades said as the three Utroms slowly entered the fortress, looking in awe at all the ruins that managed to just barely avoid rotting away from the passage of time.

"Yes, I remember it well." Ch'rell said in response to his subordinate as he began to have to have a flashback. "Infact, I feel like I am witnessing the events of the past once more."

This same exact location, thousands of years in the past.

"It was in this very same technodrome, that our master's plans were foiled for the very first time. It was shortly after he got rid of the Triceraton homeworld."

Kraang Prime sat there inside the technodrome, his giant body covering a significant amount of the fortress' interior.

He seemed to be well pleased with himself, for many of his plans had already succeeded at this point. The Triceraton homeworld had already been reduced to ashes, the Kraang army seemed to be stronger than ever, and the now-perfect Mutagen Bomb was now ready to be deployed across many planets.

Now, all that Kraang Prime needed to do was get rid of the Utrom resistance, and then there would be no one else to stand in his way.

Or so he thought.

"Ambush!" One of the Kraang-droids yelled as the Kraang force began to be attacked from all sides by a large Salamandrian army, which surrounded Kraang Prime's technodrome in large numbers.

Kraang-Prime was taken aback by the sheer scale.

He did not recall the Salamandrian army ever being large, for this particular army that was attacking his forces was not from the present time period.

Rather, they came from thousands of years in the future, and they were not alone.

"Its those time travelling turtles that Subprime told me about!" Kraang Prime thought to himself, as he saw them fight alongside the Salamandrian army, with their eyes being fixed on the Mutagen Bomb that was not too far from Kraang Prime's location in the technodrome.

"Keep them distracted Mikey! I will go and deal with the Mutagen bomb!" Donatello shouted as he began to make his way through many Kraang-droids, eventually managing to reach the perfected Mutagen bomb which was well guarded.

It took quite a bit of fighting, but with the help of the Salamandrian army, Donatello was able to get his hands on the bomb, beginning to put his work into it in order to retard its development by atleast a thousand years.

"No! You will not touch that bomb!" Kraang-Prime roared at the top of his lungs, as he made his way towards Donatello at an extra-ordinarily high speed which did not match his huge and bulky appearance.

However, Kraang-Prime's charge was short-lived, for many Salamandrians were immediately storming him from all sides, inflicting multiple stab wounds from their daggers and firing their laser weapons into his thick hide.

Kraang-Prime may have been one tough specimen, but he was by no means invincible.

Protecting the Mutagen Bomb may have been Kraang-Prime's most important goal at this point in time, but the giant Utrom could only think of survival when he was being attacked from all directions, with time seeming to slow down to a crawl.

"Are you done yet, D!" Michelangelo yelled as he continued to hold off multiple Kraang-droids with all of his strength.

"Hold on, almost there!" Donatello said response, as he continued to interfere with the formula of the Mutagen Bomb with an immense amount of pressure upon his shoulders.

And with one last push, Donatello had finally managed to do it.

The Mutagen Bomb was now no longer perfect, and multiple planets were spared the fate of becoming Dimension-X like landscapes for at least a few thousand years.

With the Salamandrian army having eliminated a large portion of the Kraang army that defended the technodrome, all seemed lost for Kraang-Prime, who was just barely holding onto his life after having sustained multiple injuries.

It seemed inevitable that the two turtles whom he had never seen before, and all the remaining Salamndrians would focus on ending Kraang-Prime's life, once and for all, since their work with the Mutagen Bomb was done.

However, this was not to be case, seeing as how Kraang-Prime managed to survive thousands of years into the future.

"Michelangelo! Donatello!" A figure cried out to them as he made his way towards the two turtles.

"Sal Commander!" Michelangelo said in response, expressing surprise at his facial expressions which were filled with worry, something that was not usual for the otherwise stone faced reptile.

"We have to go now! Leonardo, Raphael and Bishop are in huge danger!" Sal Commander exclaimed, immediately then turning around as the rest of his army began following him.

Michelangelo and Donatello looked at each other for a second, and they instantly knew what they needed to do.

Kraang Prime may have been a high-value target, but the lives of their brothers were much more important.

Then not a second later, all traces of enemy forces were gone from the area, and Kraang Prime could take a moment to breathe deeply, both in pain from his battle scars but also in relief from still being in one piece, despite all of his surrounding Kraang droids being utterly destroyed.

It was not long before many Kraang reinforcements then came into the area, having heard the news of their master being in trouble.

Kraang Prime was then immediately tended to by many Kraang-droids, lessening his pain, but remaining just as anxious from the encounter that he had just gone through.

It was only the the timely arrival of Kraang Prime's most trusted ally, that soothed the giant Utrom's worries for a brief moment.

"Subprime, I am glad to see that you are not too hurt." Kraang-Prime said softly as he looked at Subprime's body, still relatively healthy looking despite having been through a vicious battle just moments before.

"I'm sorry master, I failed you. Those time travelling turtles rescued Bishop." Subprime said in response to his superior, with an expression of regret. "When everything was about to go right for us."

"Do not despair, Subprime. You tried your best." Kraang Prime said to him in a soothing tone, something that was not the usual for the otherwise ruthless Utrom. "But we now know that we have many more enemies than what we initially thought. The Kraang must start working on their greatest plan immediately, the plan even greater than the plan of the Mutagen Bomb."

"You don't mean?" Kraang Subprime said in response to his master, having a look of surprise on his face.

"Yes, I do. Gather the Kraang immediately, it is time that we begin our work on our most deadly weapon." Kraang Prime said in a commanding tone, to which Subprime immediately complied.

"It was in these exact chambers, where we were conceived. We have none other than Kraang Prime to thank for our lives." Ch'rell said to his fellow Utroms as he looked at the old and worn down chambers, thinking of the events that had transpired within this very room more than a millennia ago.

"Are they ready yet?" Kraang-Subprime asked his master, standing next to him in the test chamber room, with the bodies of four Utroms being held inside pods that were covered in various fluids to sustain them.

"Yes, now you may release them." Kraang Prime said in response to his subordinate, looking eager and excited to see the fruits of his labour, which had undergone experiment after experiment to reach the perfected state which it was in right now.

And with that command, Kraang-Subprime finally released the four Utroms from their pods, giving them a taste of the Dimension X atmosphere for the very first time.

All four Utroms slowly opened their eyes, observing their surroundings with the utmost curiosity.

One of them looked straight at Kraang-Prime, being the first one of the four to speak.

"Where am I? Who are you?" The red Utrom asked Kraang-Prime in a tone of confusion.

"Do not worry, Ch'rell. I will explain everything you need to know." Kraang-Prime said in response to the newly created Utrom with a smile on his face. "You are here for a very special reason, and we Kraang are your family."

Ch'rell in the present day then began to feel homely and a sense of longing for the Utrom whom he essentially saw as his father, as he remembered that everything that Kraang-Prime told him in those very first moments of his life.

"And now, you have learned everything you need to go, my precious little Utroms. You are destined to succeed me, and all of the ten dimensions will be yours for the ruling. Our legacies will live on through each other forever, and we will make the Utrom race great once more." Kraang-Prime said in a tone of pride and accomplishment, as he looked at his four creations.

One of the four created Utroms, Ch'rell, then began to move towards Kraang Prime, bowing down before him with utmost respect, before finally speaking.

"Mark my words Kraang Prime. I will do everything in my power to carry out your orders to the letter. From this moment on, I will call you and you alone, my master."