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Shattered Freedom

Chapter 15

Treachery & Hell

By: Whipblade

"Jade, what is our current status?" Lance asked looking at the view screen and the Pirate Ship a head of them.

"We're still undetected by Mace and co. Our sensors have picked regular communications chatter between the ship and.. Somewhere up a head." Jade replied.

"Long range scanners are picking up a space station Commander." Lasso a Siberian husky said, his paws danced over his stations controls. "It's holding....., Three million personal."

Jade and Clip both exchanged surprised looks. Flipping their own monitors over, they gasped at the size of the station. "Scanners indicate two smaller satellite stations sir. They're defiantly penal colonies." Jade stated

"I'm unable to accurately determine of how many inmates a piece. Scanners are picking up eight hundred on the bigger one and close to six hundred on the other." Lasso continued then after a moment with a frustrated sigh he continued. "Sorry commander. I'm unable to determine who's a guard and whose not."

Lance sighed. "Alright, we'll adjust our actions accordingly."

"You mean, wait until Throttle is in the prison?" Clip pried.

Lance tried to ignore Clip's suggestion. "We know what is up a head." Lance held his breath a moment before turning to Ma'ze.

"Send the mouse over continuing in our planned route?" Ma'ze asked seeing the familiar look in Lance's brown eyes as he plotted.

"Yes... that... would be a wise idea. If all goes accordingly than we dock with this prison complex and perhaps negotiate the release of the prisoners. If they are indeed mice or an Ikkywarian species, if not than we shall continue on our way." Lance stated looking into Ma'ze mismatched eyes.

"And if it doesn't, if Throttle is captured?" Ma'ze asked.

"Keep tabs on our mouse until we can determine the exact number of prisoners within the complexes." Lance looked to the screen and the massive station in the distance.

"Should we tell Throttle?" Twitch asked, twisting in his seat to see his commander.

Lance closed his eyes for a moment. "No." he finally uttered.

Ma'ze nodded. "He'll shoot you when he finds out."

"I'm aware of that. Right now, I'll cross that bridge when we come to it. I don't want him spooked." Lance frowned knowing he was about to sacrifice the tawny's trust.

"I hope you know what you're doing...." Ma'ze said patting his friend and commander on the back.

"Me too..." Lance whispered under his breath. "Me too.."

"You best get ready sir, our quarry is heading to them." Twitch piped up.

"You're right, thank you Twitch." Lance smiled standing. "Let's get going shall we?"

The crew nodded.

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"Lance, the Pirate ship is docking.... Their security is down, now would be a good time to send someone over there....." Ma'ze stated.

"Throttle's ready?" Lance turned to Tweak.

"No, but send him." Tweak replied.

Lance turned to Chip and Clip. "Find Throttle. It's time."

Chip smirked. "He's been pacing the hall for an hour, right out there." He said jerking his thumb over his shoulder.

Lance rolling his eyes he opened the door. "Throttle?"

The tawny mouse in a dark Ikkywara uniform practically jumped spinning around.

"Come on, It's time kid." Clip called from inside the room.

Taking a deep breath, Throttle reluctantly stepped forward. "I'm ready." He said while his gut did flip-flops.

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Mace caressed the big shiny black gun in his lap. He eyed the large prison complex carefully as his pilot pulled along the docking bay.

"Sir, we're locked." A young Martian Rat stated as the engines hissed.

Standing Mace growled "Tell Crosser and Shock to meet me at the air lock." he ordered while exiting the small bridge.

Two steroid-induced rats stood with arms crossed waiting at the air lock. They stood at attention waiting for their commander.

Scars played sharply across Crosser's face and neck, courtesy of two certain mice.

Shock's unnaturally long sharp nails tapped irritated on the side of his gun.

Mace smiled as he sauntered up to his two trusted bodyguards. "Watch out for the small koalas, their deadly." He advised opening up the airlock, walking along the short tunnel, he came face to face with two red roos. Both looked equally muscle bound, their strong thick tails resting on the ground, helping them balance, and poised to kick out at the visiting rats.

"Welcome." They greeted in their strange tongue.

Mace smiled smugly, gave them a nod. "Weapons?"

"We need none." One roo stated firmly.

Mace handed over his hip-holstered gun. "Nor do I."

Both roos nodded relaxing, allowing the rats to pass.

Mace followed the two Roos along a well-marked hallway. They stopped in front of a door.

The two Roo's left once they rang the bell.

The Heavy door opened, a small quail looked up at the visiting rats. "The prisoner you requested to see is seated in side. You have two hours." His shrill voice chirped.

"Thank you." Mace stepped aside for the quail to leave. Turning to his two bodyguards "Stay here," he ordered entering the room.

The door shut behind him with a click. Inside the steel room nothing more than metal two metal chairs and a table. Standing quietly on the other side of the room was none other but a mouse.

"Enjoying your stay?" Mace smirked.

"Shut up." The mouse answered in a strange metallic voice. "I don't like you."

"That's nice." Mace smiled taking a seat. The mouse held obvious scars from Karbunkle's work. "Piece of art." He grinned.

"You better believe it. The lousy beeps never even gave me weapons with this. Just a really good targeting systems."

"Blockade, I have a proposal for you..."

"Does it include Money?" His deep metallic voice growled.

"Lots." Mace assured.

Taking a seat the brown and metal mouse smiled. "I'm listening......"

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Mace exited the room not an hour later. "Call a meeting when we get back to the ship." He snapped at Crosser.

"Yes sir." Crosser and Shock both said, looking to each other they shrugged.

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Throttle reeled from being transported. Double-checking for any one around, he scanned the ceiling for a vent, finding one where Jade said it would be he quickly pulled out his screwdriver. Slipping up into the ductwork, he carefully replaced the covering before making his silent crawl through the venting system.

***

Aboard the Duo Scythe

"Sir, Throttle's arrived safely. His transponder is working perfectly, even at this distance. We and he is still undetected by Mace and crew." Twitch, the young ensign updated his commander.

"Excellent, keep us posted." Lance ordered as he watched the pirate ship on the large screen.

***

In the venting system of the Pirate ship, Throttle paused. Below him sat a group of rats, including Mace, amidst a meeting of some sort. Unable to use his mini-recorder for fear of noise. He listened intently.

"....It can't be done..." A Martian rat stated firmly, slamming his fist down against the table with a bang.

"We need a mouse! Any mouse." Another rat shouted.

"I've been negotiating with the Wranglers, their willing to accept three rats in exchange for one female mouse." Mace said.

"WHAT!!" The first rat almost screamed.

"One?" a canine questioned in outrage. "One isn't enough."

"The deal was made clear, for each to go in, one comes out." Mace stated. "Unless it's a mouse, we don't get mice."

"What about the other prison?"

"Their willing to let us take five mice per one rat." Mace stated darkly.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I'm sick of fucking a male." Mace growled coldly.

The gathered muttered to one another agreeing with their captain.

"What do we do then?" A new rat asked.

"Dress some rat up as a mouse and tell them it's a new breed." Mace shrugged. "Herr Doctor." he called.

"Yesss?" The snake creature slithered in.

"Prepare one of the lesser crew members." Mace ordered his voice much too pleasant.

"Yessss." Herr Doctor slithered out.

"I hate dealing with the prison colonies." Mace snarled bitterly as he stood.

Throttle slipped back down the ductwork, making sure he was just about over the mess halls stereo system. Pulling out his small data unit called a PAWW, he sent a text message to Lance.

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Lance jumped when a beep went off. There in his inbox sat an urgent text message from his mouse.

-Heading to a Prison complex, need more info.Throttle.-

Lance frowned. "You're not heading to one, you're docked at one. Oh boy how to tell you now...."

Throttle read the reply. He hadn't moved unsure if the reply would make any noise, it made none.

- Two large prison colonies, unknown numbers or species. Lance-

Throttle frowned sending his reply.

*****

Lance read the return beep.

-Mice; Female and male alike-unknown number. Throttle-

***

Throttle waited a moment before he got a reply.

-Sensors unable to determine who is mouse who is guard, over 900 personal. Lance-

Sending his last message to Lance, Throttle clipped his PAWW unit closed; he crawled to where he knew he could find out.

**

Lance frowned at the text on his monitor.

-Will clarify. Throttle-

"Be careful mouse." He sighed.

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To Be Continued

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