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Biker Mice From Mars

IN

Shattered Freedom

By: Whipblade

Chapter 6

Throttle followed Vinnie around the cars to the Duo-something-or-other-telemarketing building. When the double doors whooshed open, Throttle expected a building interior. Instead he was greeted with climate controlled air, a plush gray-blue carpet lining the halls. Walls lined with gray padding, a blue metal rib at hip level ran parallel to the floor, guiding the way for anyone with vison impairment. Sunk in flourescent lights lined the ceiling, spacing only inches apart.

The entire corridor gave a fresh cheery impression.

"A woman must have decorated this place." Throttle summed as he followed his bro.

"They defiantly revamped the decor." Vinnie replied winding his way through the corridors as if he knew where he was going.

Throttle merely followed, completely lost and turned around by the same patterns and blank gray doors they continuously past. Finally Vinnie stopped at one door, that looked like every other gray door.

It slid open without a noise. "Hey Snowball!" Lance greeted, wearing his black Ikkywara commanders uniform. "Wasn't' expecting you so soon."

"Yeah well..." Vinnie shifted his feet. "Had to get out of the garage in a hurry, the newlyweds are expecting a baby, then they decided the horizontal mambo was a perfect way to celebrate."

Lance blinked in confusion. "You mean sex right? They're having sex?"

"Yeah, loud happy sex." Throttle snorted in disgust.

Lance smiled looking at the tan mouse. "It's great to see you alive."

Throttle's ears twitched. "Yeah.... guess I am alive....." he frowned eyeing the Doberman carefully. Uncertain if he could trust such a strange and unknown canine. "Who are you again?"

"Lance, commander of the Duo Scythe, of the Ikkywara space fleet." Lance smiled extending his paw.

Throttle eyed the out stretch paw warily. Not making a move to shake it.

Lance slowly dropped his paw, getting used to the fact that mice just didn't like him. "Vinnie said you mentioned the Ikkywara before you were captured."

"Yeah..." Throttle frowned glancing to his bro. "Yeah, I found out about them on Saturn. Before we ever came to Earth."

"How?" Lance asked he moved aside ushering the two in.

"Vinnie kept racing, Modo I can't recall where he was... but I went to some hole in the wall bar, Someone was talking about evading some Plutarkian blockades, I sat down with them. They weren't of this galaxy. That's when I found out about the Ikkywara." Throttle shrugged. "Never had a need to call upon them." he followed Vinnie, sitting down beside his bro on a soft sofa without a back.

"Until now." Lance smiled taking a seat in a chair across from them.

"I still don't see a need for them. Specially right now." Throttle crossed his arms, looking around at the strange decor of the room.

Vinnie and Lance exchanged frowning glances, Vinnie went to open his mouth. Lance shook his head no. Quietly Vinnie shifted in his seat.

"So, what type of check up are you expecting from us?" Vinnie asked changing the direction of the conversation.

"Quick medical." Lance stated patting Vinnie's knee. "Think you're up for it?"

"Yeah right." Vinnie sneered, standing.

"Good." Lance stood up as well.

Reluctantly Throttle followed the two out of the room. Along more confusing hallways, into an elevator and up some floors.

"How can you not get lost in this place?" Throttle asked once they exited the elevator.

"Well, there's small hints to were you are." Vinnie said pointing to the color of the bars along the walls. "Each floor has a different color or different shade of a color guide bar."

"Oh" Throttle blinked looking at the yellow bar along the walls.

"Then, each corridor is marked up at the top of each intersection." Vinnie stated pointing to a 3 and a 5 when they reached an adjoining hallway.

"Ahhh" Throttle smirked. "Now I understand."

"It took me no time flat to remember the halls." Vinnie boasted.

"Yeah, six full months." Lance chuckled. The hall opened up on one side. A glass wall with two glass doors showed the medium sized infirmary. The lone operating room had a wide tinted window, stopping at chest height. Peering in, Throttle could tell the operating room was sunken compared to the hallway floor.

"Come on in bro." Vinnie waved.

Throttle shook his head falling out of his stupor. "Yeah, coming." He took once last glance into the operating room before following Lance and Vinnie into the medical center.

"Oh my goodness" Paige cooed as she ran to Vinnie. Wrapping her cream arms around his neck. "I can't believe they found you." Lavishing his face with kisses she giggled at Vinnie's blush. "Look at you." stepping back, the female cream and white rat ogled Vinnie. "You're more handsome than you claimed to be." She winked.

"Yeah, I know sweetheart." Vinnie continued to blush.

Turning around she saw Throttle. "And you!" She cooed rubbing her thumb over his cheek. "Gave me more anxiety attacks than escaping from a Plutarkian Prison."

Throttle couldn't help but smile back. "I remember your voice."

"I sat with you whenever Vinnie couldn't or slept." Paige smiled running her hand along his clothed arm. "Do you know my name?"

"No." Throttle admitted looking at her sweet face. "I don't."

"Paige." she wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged.

Vinnie smiled at the unexpected reification to Paige's hug. Lance said nothing, noting how warmly Throttle was taking to the female rat.

"Throttle." he said stepping back. "I know Vinnie already told you my name. Everyone on this ship seems to know more about me than I about you."

Paige frowned. "He hasn't told you?" looking at Vinnie. "Vinnie?" she almost wanted to cry.

"It just.. never came up." Vinnie shrugged.

"Oh Vinnie you fool." Paige sighed with a shake of her head. "Come on Throttle, there's a lot you have to know." She took the tawny's thin hand and lead him to the center office.

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Encased in glass Throttle looked around the office. "What hasn't Vinnie told me?" he asked taking a seat.

"Everything." Paige replied wheeling her desk chair along side Throttle's. "He must've thought he was doing you a favor." Pulling out two thick photo albums, she plunked them on her desk between them.

"I heard how you woke up surrounded by your friends."

"Favor? Friends?" Throttle snorted. "The only friends I have are on Earth."

Brows furrowed, Paige put her hand atop Throttle's. "Sweety, we thought it was best you woke up amid your own kind."

"You thought wrong." Throttle huffed, but didn't move his hand.

"I see that now." her voice never lost its soft lull. "Do you want something to drink? eat?"

"I'm okay."

Paige rubbed her hand over the cover of one of the albums. "This is you. When we first found you. Has Vinnie told you that?"

"Not fully..." uncertainly he glanced out of the office, and to Vinnie who sat chatting with rats and dogs, excitedly. Looking back to Paige he sighed. "No, he hasn't told me anything."

"He tried to protect you from the very moment he spotted us...." she began.

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Mace drummed his long sharp nails against the crude excuse for a table. His chipped incisors slightly crocked and off white, framed by deep grey and brown coarse fur, mimicked his irritation.

Across from him with feet upon the table, a smug smile tugged across the chubby canines' face. Patting his bloated gut, Slobber the Mutt eyed the rat long absent from Mars. "Arr ye see Mate" Slobber dropped his feet, yet stayed reclined. "Me slaves are very valuable."

Five of Mutt's crew stood guard armed and wary yet relaxed in posture.

"Valuable?" Mace snorted. "You're asking a fucking fortune for just one!"

"That just be a male, mate. If ye lookin' fer a female ye best double the wager." Mutt smiled, his eyes glinting with greed.

Growling Mace slammed his fist against the table. "DAMNIT MUTT!" Infuriated Mace stood, his chair tipping backwards smacking the floor. "I Paved the way for you to get those fucking mice! This is how you repay me!?"

"Arrr, times be tough mate." Mutt spread his hands. "A dogs gotta eat."

"Yer eating plenty." Mace sneered eyeing the large gut, turning his back to the Sand Raider in disgust. "I'll find my own mice." Pushing a co-hort. of Mutts' out of the way, the rat stalked out.

Wincing at the noise of a door slamming, no doubt courteously of the rat,

one guard turned to his leader. "Do we pursue him?"

"Nawww... Let him go." Slobber the Mutt grumbled with a frown. "He'll be back."

Mace stalked out of the sand raiders camp. A dust cloud in the distant caught his attention. Shading his eyes with his hand, he could just make out the silhouette of a motorcycle kicking up dirt. "Freedom Fighters..." He hummed.

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Throttle stormed out of the medical office. His ears back, his tail sharply snapping back and forth.

Vinnie could see steam flowing out of Throttle's ears. "Hey bro.." he tried to smiled.

Throttle reached out, grabbing Vinnie by the neck, he hauled the white mouse who didn't struggle to a more privet part of the infirmary.

Shoving the white mouse against a wall Throttle snarled. "How could you do this to me?"

"What? Wouldn't you?" Vinnie whimpered not sure if he should struggle or whine.

"You could have at least told me about these rats!" Throttle hissed the last word.

"Hey!" Vinnie shove Throttle back, breaking out of the tawny's grasp. "You flipped out when you saw Stoker. How was I to know you'd like a bunch of freakin' rats?"

Throttle growled. "You let these things save me. Why the hell couldn't you just let me die like I wanted to?"

Vinnie sighed. "Because I didn't know that's what you wanted." turning his back to his bro, he looked across the room to Paige and the others gathered talking. "Besides, they only cleaned up what crude surgery Mace did to you."

Pupils dilated to pin pricks. "THEY WHAT!?" Throttle screamed looking horrorfid at the rats across the room.

A few eyes glanced their way, but no one paid much attention.

Their voices lowered to hushed whispers. "They what!?" Throttle growled again, this time through clenched teeth.

Vinnie couldn't smile. He wanted to cringe back in fear of his bros anger.

"Those rats fucked up my body?" Throttle snarled, his narrowed eyes glaring at the rats.

"No, they tried to help heal you bro. Mace is the one who fucked it up, literally." Vinnie smiled weakly, not sure if he was being sarcastic or humourous.

"Not funny." Throttle's lip curled up in disgust. "those course hairs are the ones who ..." Throttle shook his head unable to say the words. "Damnit Vincent. I thought I could trust you."

"Your back, yes. That's as far as it goes."

Throttle winced. "I hate you."

Vinnie wrapped his arms around Throttle. "I know." he grinned.

Rolling his eyes, Throttle leaned his head towards Vinnie. "Get your arms off of me."

Retracting his arms quickly the white mouse smiled with humor glinting in his eyes. "I know you love me."

"Vincent." Throttle's voice lowered more, his head dropped closer to Vinnie's ear. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"I best break those two apart before something happens." Tweak stated breaking from Paige and Lance.

"It'd be best if I take Throttle. He isn't all that pleased with anyone right now." she sighed.

"Should you wait till he's cooled down?" Lance asked.

"Mmm" She eyed Throttle across the room. "Best get it all over with now than have him like this again." she followed in Tweaks wake.

"Vinnie, can I see you in exam room one, please." Tweak requested as he strolled past the two mice.

"Yeah, coming." Vinnie said not taking a second glance at Throttle.

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To Be Continued

In

Chapter Seven

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April 11th 2006

Whipblade