Kraang invasion— all that sweet nasty jazz of what his life was summed up to at this point, but only decent key word ‘decent thing that did come out of here was his spy cameras that he set out, everywhere for every purpose to monitor the Kraang and to find survivors, despite being cooped up constantly in his lab and barely awake most of the time he still had the chance to check the feed every so often.

As he mumbled in technobabble fiddling with valuable kraang tech, the system went off.

He dropped and rolled to see, beacuse it was the ocean camera, odd enough there barley any activity near the ocean in the first place, he adjust his posture and types on the holographic keyboard he made himself proudly as he tries to decipher what he’s seeing, and even more importantly the kraang seemly to avoid that area all together from all the data he’s collected so far? As he plays the footage back somewhat, he sees a thick scaled tail resembling a gator almost.. odd? maybe was it up close or was it just.. that big?

“What the shell..” Donatello mumbles looking at the footage trying to catch every glimpse of that thing? for scientific reasons his mind was trying to break this all down to a understandable level but it was running 150mph per second at what that things is.