{"sf1_id":144549,"sf2_id":"qmy6MZ7n","title":"Shattered Freedom, Chapter Twenty Two","author":"whipblade","words":852,"posted_at":"2010-05-08T08:16:00.000Z","tags":["Angst","Biker Mice","Canine","Character Development","Friendship","M/M","M/M/M","Rat","Story Progression","Story Series","Torture"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/144549-shattered-freedom-chapter-twenty-two","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmy6MZ7n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/16/40/164024f8-7aec-4612-9c09-086c23320535","description":"#37 of Decision \u0026 Sacrifice","content":" **Shattered Freedom**\n\n**_Chapter 22_**\n\n**Heading Home!**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n**_By: Whipblade_**\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDark Wolfe turned his large dark fur with white streaks head towards the trio entering his office. \"About time.\" He nodded to the Duo Scythe crew members.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance sucked in a breath as he stood before the admirals' desk. \"Sir.\"\u0026nbsp; Hands clasped behind his back, shoulders squared, he tried his best not to show the fear he felt being before the larger dog.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMa'ze and Throttle both flanked either side of Lance. Throttle standing nervously looking over the metal and furred canine, while Ma'ze stood respectfully in the same pose as Lance.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Throttle... is it?\" Dark Wolfe nodded to the lone mouse. \"The Ikkywara requires a voice between us and your fellow Martians, congratulations you're the new ambassador.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle blinked. \"Excuse me?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You have the respect of the ... Martians by being the one they first met inside that blasted prison. They trust you. More so than another Alien.\" The admiral stated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"But..\" Throttle shut his mouth. It made perfect sense.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDark Wolfe waited for a second, seeing the resolve on the mouse's face. \"Good. Lance,\" he turned to the commander of the Duo Scythe. \"The Duo's repairs are coming along well, Ms. Valdez is certain she'll be ready by the time we hit Mars. I'm sure your prisoner will be happy for that.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Yes sir.\" Lance said with a puff of breath.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There is a Plutarkian Blockade we're detouring around. It will cost us a few weeks delay.\" Dark Wolfe started.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"As long as the Martians are not informed, there shouldn't be a problem.\" Ma'ze inputted.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle nodded. \"I agree, if the crew is tight lipped.\" He glanced at Ma'ze. \"It should not be a problem.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm glad you agree, so far you three are the only ones not of my bridge crew that knows. Keep it that way.\" Dark Wolfe stated. \"Now.. the registration list?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Just about finished sir.\" Lance stated.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I want it on my desk ASAP.\" The Admiral nodded. \"Dismissed.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe trio nodded leaving the room and bridge quickly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs soon as the lifts door closed Lance let out a breath he was sure he had been holding since he stepped onto the bridge.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tense?\" Ma'ze smirked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You know, out of all the other commanders and Admirals, why does it have to be that one we get stuck with?\" Lance growled deep in his throat.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You hate him?\" Throttle asked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Oh no... Lance is scared of Dark Wolfe.\" Ma'ze teased.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Shut up.\" Lance snapped.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Something about being a lot bigger, meaner and half metal.\" Ma'ze shrugged. \"Go figure.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle chuckled. \"Good to know even the most stuck up of us have fears.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance rolled his brown eyes. \"I am not stuck up.\" The lift stopped, its door sliding open on the wing with the Martians.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I have to take a peek at the Duo.\" Ma'ze said staying on the lift.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You mean flirt with Dee Dee.\" Throttle sang her name.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMa'ze flushed the lifts door closing between them.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Ah young love.\" Lance chuckled \"Let's take a look at how far the registration has come.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle nodded. Pondering the few words on the brief meeting. \"Lance, the Admiral said there was a prisoner on the Duo Scythe?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance stiffened. \"Well.. yes there is.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle nodded. \"You caught Mace?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLance stopped mid-stride, he turned to face the tawny mouse. \"Yes we have.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle frowned. \"He's still alive?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"For now... Until we reach Mars, they're expecting us and him.\" Lance clarified.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle's eyes narrowed behind his shades. \"Yes, for now.\" He snarled strolling past Lance heading to the renovated hangers.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nVinnie grinned as he and the beautiful busty redhead Dawn strolled down the hall arm in arm. \"Hey ya sweetheart!\" Vinnie called cheerfully to Throttle.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle smirked \"Hey Vincent, registration done?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Sure is bro.\" he passed the data pad to Throttle. \"Oh, this is Dawn.\" The cheesy grin on Vinnie's face gave away his complete intention towards the female mouse.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle raised a brow. She sort of looked familiar. \"Hello Dawn, keep this white trouble maker in line.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nDawn giggled. \"Aren't you sweet.\" She hummed sizing him up. Oddly she could have sworn she met him some place before. \"What's your name?\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Throttle.\" He nodded. \"I mean it, Vinnie is trouble.\" He chuckled. \"I'll catch you two later.\" Making a hasty exit he continued on his way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nVinnie tugged Dawns' arm. \"Come on Doll, I'll show you my room.\" winking at her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRolling her green eyes, Dawn smiled at his cheesy line. \"Alright cutie, show me your room.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThrottle hummed thinking about the meeting as he headed towards his room. Making a fast detour, he headed back the way he came and got back on the lift.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTBC\n\nIn Shattered Freedom Chapter 23\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhipblade\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Decision \u0026amp; Sacrifice","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/144548-shattered-freedom-chapter-twenty-one.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/144551-shattered-freedom-chapter-twenty-three.json"}}