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    The alien is on his knees again, panting, clutching his face. There is still red on him—a separate cloth, one that had been hidden by the growth. It is filthy and tattered in a distinctly nonliving way.
    "What is your status?" she requests, stepping back. He may be hostile now that the krang has been removed, on pure cussedness if nothing else.
    He's still panting. She gives him a moment. She's about to ask again when he coughs, hunches over on himself like he's wounded—mentally she smacks herself, of course he's wounded—and says "ɹˈæf...ɹˈæf ɐlˈo͡ʊn."
    Mother of muck. He has no translator.

     

    Commander Y'gythgba of the Salamandrian Armada has been leading the charge against the reemergence of that ancient enemy, the Krang. When her squad captures a strange alien off a Krang ship, she finds herself drawn to him--enough to invoke her right to claim a war-prize as consort.

    Raph can't remember much about himself, after escaping the Krang. But he's met this nice lizard lady who's fun to spar with.

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