#kanabo drones

[shironezuninja]

Eventful year, 2024.

[bluepeachstudios]

Hi!!

Firstly I wanted to say, you’ve inspired me so much as a writer!! I always anticipate your next chapters of your Skittles AU and your phenomenal GITS AU, because they’re some of the best written fanfics I’ve ever read!! Your work is truly amazing!! 😄

Second, I have to ask! How did you come up with the premise of your GITS story? And what made you decide on the Rise setting for the crossover?

On a character side of things what does Ghost like doing with the boys when they’re not causing mayhem? 😂

Thank you in advance!! Have a great day! 😊

THANK YOU SO MUCH??? AUGH

Ghost in the Shell was inspired by @virgilisspidey's Two Souls AU, where 2012 Leonardo dies and ends up attached to Rise Leo's soul as a ghost.

Also inspired by @wondrous-art's The Familiar Stranger AU, where 2003 Donnie searches desperately for answers after SAINW and finds his missing future self coming through a portal to the canon time.

And finally, inspired by @b0t-4-bra1ns' How to Find Sunshine AU, where 2003 FF Raph and Cody fail to stop the Kanabo drones after the Freaks Come Out at Night and manage to escape through a portal into the Rise universe, cue Raph becoming Big Brother of All Time.

Writing GitS was mostly triggered by Bot's AU, because my brain connected Ibby's idea of SAINW Donnie being portaled away somewhere with portaled to Rise universe. Two Souls gave it the kind of vibe inspiration. (And Ghost's cloak). Ironically did not inspire the name Ghost, though, that just kind of came up naturally while I was writing.

Ghost does lots of things with the boys when they aren't causing mayhem! He loves just. Watching them do stuff. They're a distraction from his busy mind, and watching means he can sort of disconnect himself from the situation. They almost always drag him into it, though, which is good for him. He shouldn't just watch all the time.

Mikey makes Ghost help him cook sometimes, usually with baking. Ghost does measurements very precisely so he's pretty decent at it. Cooking confounds him but he can do it if he's got a written recipe, or Mikey's giving him instructions. He'll also draw with Mikey, even though it almost always comes out as blueprint-esque. He's not great at organic shapes.

He trains with Raph! Exercises with him, helps him get the energy out. Ghost will also watch him play games (he made Raph a controller that fits his hands since he's so gotdamn big). Raph almost always goes to Ghost to talk as well, especially when he's overwhelmed. Ghost never really knows what to say but he can offer comfort at least.

With Leo, Ghost does things like train, read comics with him, watch Lou Jitsu, and listen to Leo go off about his action figures. Ghost really likes listening to Leo talk. His Leonardo would only get into infodumping when he watched something like Star Trek with him, so it's nice to see this Leo ready to go off at any moment.

Ghost and Donnie are usually building something. Ghost likes watching him, likes teaching him. He'll check his work but have him do most of it unless he asks for help. Ghost really likes talking engineering with him. They'll make blueprints for things, Donnie tries to pry more machines Ghost has built out of his head but Ghost wants to encourage Donnie to make his own stuff.

[b0t-4-bra1ns]

Well. this isnt exactly the START of the kanabopocalypse au (actually its like. post main story) but it's the only completed bit of art i got that isnt a very basic ref so. Voíla!!!

KANABOPOCALYPSE AU : during the 03 fast forward episode "The Freaks Come Out At Night", Raph is only able to reverse the gene seed effects on Cody, as everyone else succumbs to becoming kanabo drones because Sh'Okanabo was able to shut out the sun. They spend 2 years surviving the end of the world, and through an orange rip in reality they recklessly jumped into to avoid the drones they end up in the Rise universe

@alicat54c this. all i got for this au that I'm happy to show right now, sorry aovuebcsb

[leoserblog]

Hello! Idk if anyones noticed it yet but im currently watching 2003 tmnt fast forward and one of the main antagonists, sh'okanabo seems to share a surprising amount of abilities that the rise krang have also exhibit!

*this is sh'okanabo! ⬇️

Sh'okanabo is a kind of mushy, shadowy alien creature that has tendrils and spreads a disease called the kanabo virus through a slime like substance that infects whoevers makes skin contact with it, putting the victim under the control of sh'okanabo and turns them into "kanabo drones". Whats also interesting to me is that while almost completely changing the forms of humans (and more humanoid like aliens) to become more monstrous, the turtles and master splinter dont change to the same extent.

These are all striking similarities to how the movie krang and their abilities are represented. The krang in this iteration of tmnt have long, tendrils and can infect others with their flesh (?), putting the inflicted under their control, just like the sh'okanabo. Its also interesting to note that the kanabo virus and the krang zombies impact humans and the turtles the same way! They both turn humans into unrecognizable creatures (krang zombies, kanabo drones) while the turtles (and splinter in the 03 version), especially raphs body and form in the movie, is only slightly altered. (This could be just a way to keep the characters recognizable but i like to imagine its significant lol)

Before After

This all being said, the biggest difference between the two is mostly that sh'okanabo and his virus have an extreme weakness to sunlight, where just contact with the sun will burn the virus out of the system and revert the infected back to their original form while in the rise movie, im not even sure if there really was a 'cure' to the krang zombies besides maybe the weird herbicide thing april found at her university? Its been a minute since ive watched the movie but please let me know if that is something shown!

The krang in past iterations havent been shown to have these devastating abilities so to see such strong mirroring of each other is really curious! Idk i personally havent seen where the inspo for creating the personalities and abilities of the krang came from but i also hadnt seen anything on the two and wanted to share and see what yall think :3

[heyyallitsbeth]

Im assuming we're gonna get "Extra" cosmetic slots for killers soon. The fact that the Hooked on You skin for Huntress was showcased with a unique hatchet that isnt in game is really weird to me. Plus a bunch of people have suggested stuff like cosmetics for Victor and skins for Oni's Kanabo. Heck, we could get new Knight's Guardsmen and Skull Merchant Drones. BHVR have said that they havent done it since altering aspects of the killer power could easily break the game but like... the fact they modelled the new Huntress hatchet is weird in that case. It would just be a waste of time.

[mechagalaxy]

John T Mainer 28840:  Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.

I climbed the last of the steps to my Redeemer using the hand holds on the chest vents.  Its a bitch coming down because the Redeemer is a steam powered machine for its internal suspension, so you can get burned bad if you forget to armour up before dismounts after a rough battle, but the Redeemer isn't from around here.  It is a Metaverse machine, from the alternate dimension those lunatics from Xeon and Unification tore open when they decided their civil war couldn't die with their worlds.  The poor innocents in the Metaverse didn't know a lot that we do now, we had to teach them about the Clans, and the way free warriors could stand together against the nations, and keep war from spilling into the cities and turning them into abattoirs filled with civilian dead who had neither stake nor vote in their fate, and had no reason to die for it.  In return, the silly bastards taught us it was possible to build bigger than 100 tons, my Redeemer stands a proud 105, and Ramba Ral's Penner stands a brooding 110.  Time marches on, progress they tell me, but the old ways are still best for some things.

"Berserker Actual this is Slaughter 6, Contact"  Jim Faust was calling on  the Berserkers strategic channel, we were not grouped in our clans, or he would be standing with his Slaugherhouse 5 against what came, and be ground to pieces.  He would be running his local tactical net for the scouts he was running for the Berserkers, and I had Darren, Christine, Rob, and others already coming on line as they heard the Contact call.  Each of them commanded a battle group in the Berserkers, each of them a skilled and proven Clan leader in their own right.  I had a dozen officers on line right now that could take command and run the battle that would develop like seasoned professionals; that was the strength of a Faction, the depth of talent not just in fighters, but in command.  I was going to use it.

"Slaughter 6, break it down, what are we facing?"  I had the tac feed from his machine, that told me what he was facing directly.  He had a dozen Reindeer, some of those crazy orange abortions and blue Vupa Walkers that no sane manufacturer knew how to make on his screen trying to punch through his scouts.  They were screening something, and sensors couldn't tell you what, just a tonnage range from seismic sensors and a rough energy signature that told you not a lot, save that it was making the warbook go schizophrenic as it changed like the best EW known to man, or insane AI in the case of I AM on Vupa 6, could do.  Jim was a pro, he had seen it all, a true leader makes the tough call based on instincts won by surviving based on trusting instincts and committing before your computers had enough to react on.  Faction War gave me enough leaders I could let the man on the scene make the call because he could see enough to guess, and the rest of us could trust it enough to commit like it was our own guess.

"I read it as Elves boss, call it a minimum Legion strength"

Well bite my Yule Log, it was true.  Santa Clause was coming to town.

Orders snapped out almost without thinking.

"Don, Mariea, Holy Damn, Werewolf on me.  Move to the gap at Epsilon 89, echelon right, refuse flank, pivot on me.  We are NOT going to stop them, we are going to turn them, let them push us against the Lesser Ural Mountains.  We make them take the long way to the gate.  Rob, Sten, Caitlyn, get in your Novums and Axebots and get into those hills, I don't want Santa getting any scouts up there to let him know we don't have the Faction behind us, or he will pin and slaughter us, not punch through and break for the gate.  Christine, set up a secondary blocking position at Delta 5, not too strong, let him punch through your center, just harass and slow."

A legion of Elves, 1200 plus of Santa's little helpers, each one cranking top rated cannons, forests of Xmas trees haunting the flanks with Tandem Bomb wide forking missiles to sweep both scouts and mines from their path, and those damned Reindeer scouts with their crazy antler EW suites that jammed higher communication once they closed.  Let them get in close and higher level command became impossible.  In a normal fight, that meant disaster, as troops couldn't respond to changes without orders.  In a good Faction, you had clan level commanders scattered with their command teams throughout the formation, and local command devolved onto someone who was not only up to the job, but used to it.  We couldn't stop them force on force, but we could stop their mission.  It was not about machines in the end, not about niodes or glory, it was about trusting people, and getting the most out of them.

"Berserker Actual to Banzai 6, join me on discrete"  I was calling Darren Jackson from Myth and Legends Team Banzai to play our trump card and shut down Santa for the moment.

"Go for Banzai 6,"  Darren's voice was tired and half awake, and the panting in the background told me he was racing to his machine as we spoke.  Even right from the rack, true professionals were ready for combat.

"Banzai 6, has the Good Doctor worked his usual magic, he thought he might be able to reconstruct that signal that Artemis Molly scrubbed from her Vizi when she got jumped on that courier run for the Craftsmen by the Kanabo Crushers"  Doctor Banzai thought he knew what it was.  He understood gate codes better than Drocha did, and was less likely to destroy the universe with it by playing around, and he thought he saw a Crafstman override in that code.  If he got it, we might be able to stop Santa from breaking through.

"Berserker Actual, Doctor Banzai says it will work, Perfect Tommy says it will just blow up, but New Jersey says the math looks solid, and it will hold for at least a week, two at the outside"  That was Team Banzai for you, mad bad and dangerous to bystanders, but I was a Bunny myself and not over prone to fear or good sense.

"Banzai 6, screen the gate until Doctor B says he's uploaded the code, then let yourself get pushed off it.  Just try to get a trailer on them when they pull back, we need to find out where Santa is staging out of, we need to get the Factions together to stamp him out, or its going to be a White Christmas when his mecha stomp our burned out ashes into the snow.  Get me his vector, and maybe this was worth it"  Dying to buy time is a soldiers job too often, living to buy information is a professionals job.  We were about to see if we were good enough to do it.

The reactors in my Redeemer were shunting power to my amplifiers, my cannons would be running about 130% at base, with about a one in two chance of both x2 and x3 amplification, an outside shot at more, I was more happy with the one in three chance of an outright critical kill, as if the fat man was there himself, nothing less than a critical kill would take him down.  I have seen him take a 12000 point shot to the beard and cut the firing mecha in half with enough left over to shut down both his wingmen and blast the mecha behind right off its legs.  Against him, you were better off praying for lucky than good, he was just too much, well everything.

Paladin was the name of my Redeemer, a tarnished knight with bunny ears was the logo.  That was me, not the strongest by far, there were whole clans of 400 level niode monsters who could brush me aside, there were even people at lower level who had so much power in their lineup that they could stand off my best attacks, match my top lines mecha for mecha, then cut through the back half of my machines like tissue paper because they were top line machines, weapons and gear front to back, and I was, well, not.  Paladin's didn't fight the safe fights, didn't ask for a chance at victory, they raised their banners to defend the weak and damned be any that stood against them (also most who followed them, but hey if you wanted safe, become an accountant, not a mecha jock).

Werewolf howled, and Holy Damn screamed curses of binaric machine cant.  Not what you would call rational, but at least as good of a contact report as I needed.  I translated for those who hadn't twigged in already.

"Shields on full, weapons hot, here they come!"  I screamed as I put my massive ceramite shield in front of me.  Sandwiched layers of Ferro/crystaline armour powered by a shield net that disrupted energy weapons and scrambled incoming missile active targeting systems, it wasn't just a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, but it was also a big block of armour to hide behind and shoot, because Paladin had over twice the precision of his dodge, because he was here to kill not to survive.  Survival was secondary to mission, so if I wanted to get out of this alive, I had best get tot he shooting.

A howling mob of missiles arched in before the mecha crested the saddle pass, but my shield caused them to thunder in well short or howl past harmlessly.  I read the seismic sensors and plotted the vector of the incoming and fired my Juggernaut as the first signal should reach the crest.  I watched as it caught one of the Elves right at the pointy cap line and slammed the tall machine to the ground as its cockpit soared overhead to land in the rank behind, crashing into another machine at the left shoulder joint, I let my burst wander over the same machine with the last few of that casset before it spat from my gun.  The second line wasn't so perfect anymore.

Seig Zeon my Penner fired next, his cannons were deadlier than mine, and his Elf split in half, showering its neighbors with bits of dead elf.  They got their own back though as a spider like leg soaring overhead indicated the loss of signal from Ugly MOFO wasn't jamming, someone had turned the spider like fire-support mecha into a nice holiday fire, along with the Predator drones I was counting on getting some kills with.  That seemed to fire up Rover, my big golden kitty, as the 110 ton brute let fly his rage from his Okha flamers bathed the whole hillside in wide forking hellfire.  

It didn't stop them.  I felt the hit on my shield as an Elf physically rammed me.  I set my heel and pushed back, then rammed my gun against his pointy head and Decimated his brainpan with some depleted uranium through the cranium.

There was a shattering explosion and the turret from Rover, my wing Cyberdon knocked my cannon arm out of line.  His killer stepped close.

“He was dressed all in flames, from his head to his foot,

And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot;

A bundle of guns he had flung on his back,

And he looked like an army with a city to sack.

His shields -- how they twinkled! his gunsights how merry!

His capacitors were like roses, his lasing crystals like a cherry!

His EW emitters were all powered with a glow,

And my displays all dissolved in meaningless snow;

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,

Soon gave me to know I was pretty much dead;”

The Tinsel EMP shorted my control systems through my implant, but the tinsel bridged the breakers and wouldn’t let the surge suppressors and emergency cut outs break the link, so I fell screaming with Paladin, the AI and I joined as the mecha spasmed apart, its electrical and powers systems shorting through the hull, the steam of its suspension systems blasted through the cockpit and unconsciousness kept me from the rest of the experience.

When I came to, the icons on my rebooting display told it all.  My command was crushed, Santa and the horde were pressing Christine in the final blocking position.  She was singing.

“Kookaburra sits in the old gum tree

Eating all the gum drops he can see

Stop, Kookaburra! Stop, Kookaburra!

Leave some there for me”

That is a bad sign, she only sings the Kookaburra song when she gets a chance to stick somebody with her Vorpal Sword.  She was supposed to let them push her forces out of the way, not let it turn into a slugging match we couldn’t win.  I opened her display to see her Guardian (Mama Bunny) kick an Elf off her Vorpal sword, and bring her shield in line against Santa himself.  It didn’t help.  He frosted her from head to foot with a Proton Blade, the ice shattering the superconductive coils in her weapons, the magnetic repulsion powering her joints, and sending microfactures through her engine amplifier shield emitters.  Emergency shunts screamed as they ejected her fusion core out the back blast plates as her machine gutted itself to prevent pilot and AI death.

I saw Darren withdrawing Team Banzai from the gate and punched through direct.

“Did we do it?”

Dr Banzai himself replied.  “Berserker Actual, the code recovered from Artemis Molly is holding, the gates in this sector have been reprogramed to Single Rainbow lock.  No one is getting mecha out of here more than a handful at a time.  Evil Santa won’t be going anywhere for between one to two weeks.”

Evil Santa’s reaction was Claus for alarm:

“He continued to slay, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he strode from the fight,

BACK AT CHRISTMAS FOR YOU ALL , AND WE’LL FINISH THIS FIGHT!”

John T Mainer 28840

Happy Faction War to all, lets have a good fight.

[hibiscusbiue]

searches through my bookmarks

The Last Ronin Becomes A Discord Admin - MelonPalooza has a really good 03 characterization in it!! it has tlr, 2012, rottmnt and 03 if u wanna see some world wide interactions

How to Find Sunshine - BoT_4_BRA1NS is an 03/rise fic, the kanabo drones take over earth and raph and cody are the last remaining survivors before they get sucked into a portal.

The Portal Home is Built with Roadblocks - MidnightCreator this one is a 2 parter, you don’t have to read the first one to understand this is an 03 crossover witb rottmnt but the first one sets up the base for the star wars oc in there

i don’t habe a lot if crossovers or AUs, these r just a few off my head that aren’t ame or ibbys work. i do have recommendations for just 03 fics bht i don’t habe enough crossovers or aus weep weep

Hi, do you know any good 03 aus or 03 crossover aus?

UHHH-- I don't read a whole lot of fanfic. I've got my own 03 AU's, which include The Tortoise and the Hare (LeoSagi) and The Great Skittles Heist (fast forward where the dark turtles come out as babies instead of fully grown).

My brain is genuinely empty right now, people who know more than me, put your suggestions in the comments,

[bluepeachstudios]

I have the theory that, even kanabized, Splinter and the Turtles still have their protective instincts. Meaning, if Sh'Okanabo hurts the Skittles in front of the family, he'll wish he hadn't spread his goo around.

Ohoho! Good theory.

The skittles are in very small part kanabo. They have baby instincts still, and idk if y'all remember from the series, but Sh'Okanabo is literally here on the planet to drain the resources from it to raise his kids. Meaning... Baby Kanabo... Kanabo drones...

The kids can basically call for "help" and the kanabos will hover. The turtles respond first because they are "designated parents". Hence why Leo just. Yoinked the kids and Donnie started feeding them.

[bluepeachstudios]

The Great Skittle Heist of 2105 Update

Read "Chapter 8: Baby Now We Got Bad Blood" here!

"Why are they immune?”

“I don’t know,” Donnie snapped. “You’re the one who made them.”

“Then I will find out myself,” Sh’Okanabo turned away from him. “I will take them apart, piece by piece.”

“You’ll never find them.”

Sh’Okanabo chuckled, heading out of the room. Donnie stared after him with his breath caught in his throat, dread creeping up. A wail came from the other room and something inside Donnie broke.

“Don’t hurt them!” Donnie screamed, slamming up against the bars of his cage, trying to pull them apart. He suddenly understood the stories of parents being able to lift cars off their children. “ Please! I’ll tell you anything, just don’t hurt them!”

Sh’Okanabo appeared in the doorway, the three kids in his massive claws. Sanzio and Simoni were both sniffling with Davinci laying quiet between them. Simoni spotted Donnie first, starting to chirp frantically, Sanzio joining in. Donnie returned the chirps in an attempt to soothe them.

“Where’s the fourth?” Donnie choked out.

“Hunted by my kanabo drones.”

Donnie gritted his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut. “Is he dead?” His voice was weak.

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Kangelo on the discord helped me plot out this chapter to just be. Maximum destruction. We were feeling a little evil that day.