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BIKER MICE FROM MARS

IN

Sacrificed mouse

BY

Whipblade

Part five

Rat-Stein groaned as he came to. Upon opening his red eyes he found the scenery moving by, the lights of the Last Chance beaconed at the end of the block. Realizing he was being held on the back of Vinnie's bike, the rat shifted to Throttle's form and groaned loudly.

Vinnie's bike screeched to a stop just short of the Charley's building. "Do I need to punch you out again to make you look like a rat?" Vinnie growled.

Throttle grinned up at Vinnie as he untangled the rope around himself. "Actually, Vincent. Yes you would have to. BUT! Do look at the audience before you do. Modo and Charley really don't think you're yourself. Want to prove them wrong? Pretty boy?" Throttle teased.

Vinnie's eyes narrowed and his fists clenched, he saw his bro and human friend standing agitated in the doorway. "Yeah! Maybe I do!" Vinnie yelled his fists connecting with Throttle's face.

Vinnie didn't know his bro could move so fast. Modo's arms wrapped around him, holding fast to keep his arms firmly immobile.

"Take it easy Bro!" Modo grunted as he struggled with Vinnie.

"NO! That lying rat! He's gonna pay for what he did!" Vinnie screamed in near hysteria.

Charley bent down to help Throttle up. "you okay?" she asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine babe." Throttle, weak and tried said as he stood up leaning on Charley girl for support.

Modo turned Vinnie around to face him. "What is a matter with you!?" Modo yelled shaking Vinnie roughly.

"NOTHING!" Vinnie screamed kicking at Modo. "Let me go!"

"Not until you tell us why you just slugged Throttle." Modo's eye glowed angry red.

"He's not Throttle!" Vinnie protested.

"He looks like Throttle to me." Charley said calmly as the tan mouse in question stood up on his own rubbing his jaw.

"He's not." Vinnie whimpered. "You got to believe me..."

Modo looked at his white furred bro. Tears of exhaustion started to trickle down Vincent's face, his body slumped in Modo's grasp. Modo's gray tail snaked its way under Vinnie's chin. "Tell me why." The gray mouse said softly concerned at Vinnie's break down.

Vinnie didn't look at Modo's face, he leaned closer to his bro before silently sobbing on the gray mouses chest. Modo held Vinnie not sure what was going on with the white mouse.

Throttle looked at his white bro and sighed. "I knew Karbunkle did more than fix his jaw." Turning away he entered the garage. "I should have taken my chances with the Earth doctors." he mumbled.

"Throttle!" Charley called quickening her pace to the tan mouse. "You did what you had to. You can't kick yourself over it. It was either let Vinnie die, or get help for him. You knew the risks. Vinnie should be thankful for it." She said seriously.

Throttle paused at the bottom of the stairs. "Your right. I just wish he would stop trying to kill me."

Motionless she stood in her garage confused and finding herself being pulled between two dear friends.

*******

Throttle stood once again in front of the transporter. He wore nothing but a choke chain a muzzle and chains that bound his hands and ankles. Throttle grunted as he was pushed into the transporter along with Limburger, Karbunkle and Greasepit.

"YOU FILTHY UGLY SON OF A CRETIN! LET HIM GO!" Carbine's raged filled voice screamed from her cage. Her fists pummeled the bars until her knuckles bled.

Rimfire attempted to pull Carbine away from the bars. Only to receive an elbow to the snout.

"YOU'LL NEVER GET AWAY WITH THIS YOU ... YOU...."

"Slim bucket" Stoker suggested.

"DECAYING SLIM BUCKET FOR BRAINS!"

"My, my what a temper." Limburger stated bemused.

"Good one." Stoker smirked as he glared at the fat fish inside the transporters, when the light flashed then faded three were left in the lab. His own Freedom Fighter gone. The lingering stench of rotting fish and foul body odor wafered to the brown mouses nose. "Plutark" he grumbled.

Rimfire took a step back nursing his Carbine inflicted injury. The she-mouse hadn't stopped ranting and raving as she paced the cell and kicked at the bars. Rimfire and Stoker occasionally dodged a punch from the infuriated General.

**

Once out of the transporter, Throttle was shoved ahead of Karbunkle, the barefoot mouse started to walk feeling the cold steel under his furry toes. The smell was over whelming. 'UGH! Plutark, had to be on the fish scales home turf, didn't it?' The smell of rotting fish was everywhere and over powering, even Limburger smelt better than the planet. Throttle was pushed through a doorway. There stood a female rat who looked rather startled to see a mouse, let a lone one from Mars.

"Doctor Karbunkle?" Angel Lee asked curiously as Greasepit tossed the mouse into a small cell.

"Not now." Karbunkle hissed.

She stood back and watched the activities between the two lackeys and disguised fish.

"Now doctor, Lord Camembert will be back Thursday. What ever devious experiment you have planned, make sure your finished. I don't want the high chairmen to see yet another set back" Limburger ordered.

"Ahh, not to worry my over ripe dairy-ness. The mouse is practically finished with." Karbunkle stated as he headed towards the computer terminal.

"Fine." Limburger said as he stalked out with Greasepit on his heels.

Angle Lee stayed quiet for a few minutes once the Plutarkian departed. "Doctor?"

Karbunkle turned around to see the curious rat. "Yess my dear?"

She paused, he sounded too sweet towards her. "What is your plans for that mouse?" She knew of Martian mice. There had been reports of them from Moon-base 5598. She had worked on various Martian mouse DNA before. But had never seen one, she almost hoped the poor thing wasn't going to be spread on one of the labs tables for autopsy. Although it would be the next logical step to furthering the labs understanding of them.

"Ahh, nothing really." He stated walking to her. Taking a hold of her arm he escorted her in front of the cell Throttle was housed in.

"Oww," Lee exclaimed rubbing her arm where the doctor grabbed her.

"Angel, say hello to the father of your children." Karbunkle laughed.

Lee's eyes widened before she fell to the ground, her head spinning, her mouth dry and eyes heavy. Giving in, she let the powerful sedative work its magic.

Throttle glared at the strange human-like alien. The muzzle prevented him from verbally assaulting the doctor. Instead he stood there and squinted watching the procedure of artificial insemination. He felt sorry for the female rat, she obviously didn't ask for such treatment. Nor expected it, just like him. He couldn't blame her any more than he could blame himself, but they both could blame the one responsible. Karbunkle!

*****

Carbine sighed as she sat alone in the cell. Stoker and Rimfire both had been drugged in order for Greasepit to move her into Throttle's old cell. She sat alone waiting, wondering, fearing. Her travel companions both moaned in pain as they started to wake up.

"Welcome back to the living." She sneered.

"Fun-nie Car-bine." Stoker grunted as he sat up, his sarcastic remark went unnoticed. Leaning over, the chocolate brown mouse with lighter brown hair checked on the young mouse. Ruffling Rimfire's hair between his antennas, Stoker chuckled. "C'mon kiddo. Wake up."

Rimfire mumbled before rolling onto his side, his thumb entering his mouth.

"Aww, now kid your too old for that." Stoker smile turned fatherly as he pulled Rimfire's hand away from his mouth.

Rimfire whimpered before his eyes opened slightly. "Grandma?" he muttered before focusing on Stoker, the cream mouse turned red in embarrassment.

"Not the last time I checked boy. On your feet." Stoker laughed helping Rimfire off the floor.

"Where's General Carbine?" Rimfire asked looking around the male only cell.

"Over here having a bachelorette party of one." Carbine said with amusement.

"Did Throttle come back yet?" the youngest mouse asked.

"I doubt he'll be able to return alone. Not from Plutark" Stoker said in disgust and worry.

"Don't worry Stoker. You trained them well, and Throttle can get out of anything. What's more pressing is how are we going to alert the other two Biker Mice." Carbine said in her Generals voice.

***

"Vinnie." Charley started as she approached the white mouse sulking on her couch. Modo and Throttle were out doing patrol runs without their friend who still acted strangely.

Vinnie's ear twitched slightly but he didn't move otherwise.

"I know your angry, Vinnie. I don't know what happened between you and Throttle." Sympathy ran deep in her voice. "You can't keep straining your, our friendship like this. Is there anything, anything at all we can do to at least make you smile again?"

"Yeah. Blast our way into Karbunkle's lab. Grab the real Throttle and rip down the tower." Vinnie snapped bitterly.

Charley sighed. "alright." She said leaving her friend alone, her head shook slightly in dismay. "What's wrong with you Van Wham?"

When they came back Charley relayed Vinnie's wishes to Modo and Throttle, who were having some difficulties with Throttle's bike.

"Charley, it's not like he's all that trustworthy right now. I'm not sure going into battle is all that wise." Throttle stated firmly as he took a hold of the black AI's handle bars.

"Throttle's right. Too much can go wrong, Vinnie could actually do damage to Throttle without being blamed." Modo said as he once again pulled the front head light down.

Vinnie appeared from the other room. "I wont. I promise, I wont." the pleading voice caught their attention.

"You promise?" Modo asked leery. His heart pained with guilt. This was his bro, his best friend. Even though Throttle seemed to be acting weird as well. He couldn't help but think Vinnie was the cause.

"Bikers honor." Vinnie muttered his fingers raised in a V.

"Fine." Throttle snapped. "But your in the lead." With a grunt the bike settled.

Modo smiled "See darlin' nothing to fret about." the big gray mouse patted the bike while the light clicked back in place.

"Think she'll behave now?" Charley asked looking over Throttle's bike.

"Should now." Throttle smirked crossing his arms he glared at the white mouse.

****

Angle Lee felt like her mouth was filled with cotton, her eyes fluttered open only to come face to face with a tan mouse looking curiously at her.

"That traitor" She snapped pushing the mouse away from her. "He wasn't suppose to use me as a project." Holding her head she closed her eyes briefly.

Throttle squatted down beside the rat. She had a nasty bump on her head where she hit the cement floor. He studied her mutely.

Angel Lee sat up "Want that off?"

Throttle nodded vigorously.

Angel Lee smiled as she reached up and unlatched the contraption. The muzzle fell with a light clang.

"Thank you." Throttle said working his jaw.

"Your welcome, mouse."

"Throttle."

"Lee." She said looking away from the mouse. "When I get my hands on that Mouse lover I am going to kill him." She spat glaring out into the medical room.

Throttle's ears dropped as he backed up three steps. "We're not all that bad." he said solemnly.

Lee turned her attention briefly to the mouse. "No, your not that bad. Nice to look at and I'm sure you'd be fun to hang with. But your still a mouse. And Mice and Rats can't breed!" She stated firmly.

"Yeah I've been trying to tell them that too." Throttle muttered unsure about the tall female rat. "So, you work for Plutark?" he asked trying to drum up conversation as well as get information casually.

"No. I worked for Rat-Stein who works for Plutark. There's a small difference, but still a difference." her voice carried an acid undertone.

"Don't like fish?"

"Don't like things that smell worse than year old dirty laundry." She stated firmly.

"Don't blame you." Throttle smirked.

"Well I can hardly blame you for our predicament." Lee sighed as she turned her focus away from the laboratory. "Karbunkle and Rat-Stein are to blame." She studied the mouse seriously for several minutes.

"Take a picture, it might last longer." Throttle said not liking being studied as if a potential test subject.

"Sorry." Lee said. "Just trying to figure out what Lord Camembert would want with a mouse. Your physique could put you in the Fight Rings, but your much too cute for that alone. As for Rat-Stein and Karbunkle to be interested in breeding you, it opens up a whole lot of new questions."

"The big cheese did mention something about giving me to the High Chairmen as a re-election gift." Throttle muttered.

"A..a..oooohh." Lee said looking away from Throttle. "I'm sorry your going to go that way."

"That way?" His curiosity not withheld

"Camembert enjoys public punishment and execution. Hours upon hours of entertainment for those who subscribe to pay per view." she elaborated. "How long have they been after you?"

"My bros and I have been fighting Plutark for years, too many to count now."

"Years?" she gaped at Throttle. "Mace couldn't even wait that long before he took his first Martian female for Lord Stilton." She swallowed hard. "They've been after you for years. Wow."

Throttle didn't let everything sink in. "Female Martian?" He blurted out.

"Yeah, she died a long time ago. Mace sold him a new one a few months back, against Rat-Stein's orders. Harley I think her name is. Poor thing, you may meet her if Stilton's still interested in breeding her. I know Rat-Stein had started a side project for just that." Lee pondered.

"Could we just be the first trial subjects before this Rat-Stein breeding experiment?" Throttle asked.

Lee's eyes widened. "You know, we just may be."

Throttle looked out at the quiet lab. "I gotta get to Harley. We all thought she was dead."

"Don't rush things mouse. You'll meet her soon enough I'm sure."

"I don't doubt, but I got to know if it's her or not before my bros rescue me." Throttle said in a matter of fact tone.

"You really think mice stand a chance against a planet full of fish?"

"Any other mice, no. But my bros are the best there is, and so are their bikes." Throttle declared.

"Modest, I'm sure." Lee quipped.

*****

The Biker Mice From Mars roared their way up the tower walls. The trio crashed into Limburger's office then came to a screeching halt.

"Okay, where are the weapons? The defenses?" Vinnie growled as he looked around the office.

"Never mind that. Where's the big cheese?" Throttle pondered.

"Let's check the lab." Modo suggested.

"It might be a bad idea." Throttle said mulling over the idea.

"What? Trashing the lab a bad idea? Since when!" Vinnie snapped gunning his engine he raced for the exit. Modo hot on his trail.

Carbine yawned as she laid on her back tied to the table. Karbunkle had came back only to drug, drag and tether her to the table before leaving again. She woke up an hour ago and nothing had happened since.

"Gee, if I knew all they wanted was to see me on my back I would have sent them a picture."

"Maybe they just like the way your cloths fit." Stoker grinned.

"In that case I'd have sent them a picture of me naked." Carbine laughed.

The lab wall exploded marking the Biker Mice's entrance.

"Hell-o? Stink fish?" Modo called out coming to a stop.

"ANYONE HOME!?" Vinnie hollered.

"Maybe we should have called first." Throttle muttered relived as he looked around the empty lab.

"You just missed Limburger by a couple of minutes." Carbines' voice carried.

"But if you wouldn't mind letting us out of this cage." Stokers voice joined.

"I'm starting to feel like a neglected lab rat here." Rimfire finished.

"Rimfire?" Modo called out, his bike roaring to the cells. "Rimfire!" Modo shouted in greeting as he fired his arm canon at the cell door. Stoker and Rimfire both retreated to the back wall as the bars became pea sized bits.

"Uncle Modo!" Rimfire cheered running to his relative.

"Hey there little buddy." Modo beamed with pride as he enveloped his nephew in a bear hug.

"Hey old timer, what brought you to this tiny little planet?" Vinnie quipped.

"Take a guess punk." Stoker smiled as he knocked on Vinnie's helmet.

"Hey!" Vinnie protested.

"Yup, still empty." Stoker proclaimed.

Throttle in the mean time had made his way to the examining table where a rather startled Carbine was tethered. "You look cozy." He said casually.

A smile slowly replaced the shock as she realized who ever this mouse was, it wasn't her Throttle. "You on the other hand look like hell. Stayed up all night partying?" Her Throttle at least had better grooming habits. Besides, she watched her butt naked lover being dragged into the transporter. Carbine smiled coyly at the doppelganger. She'd play along with this creatures game.

"Is that anyway to greet your hero?" Throttle said toying with her ankle shackle.

"If you take any longer I'll ask that white hot head of yours to be my hero." Carbine winked actually raising his hackles.

"You can have him all you want babe." Throttle stated as he undid her bindings. "But I'd suggest you shoot him first."he chuckled helping her off the table.

"Did they do anything to you?" Modo asked looking over at Carbine and Throttle's chilly reunion.

"Nope, just... just..." Stoker froze in his statement looking at the tan mouse with ruffled fur talking to Carbine.

Rimfire spotted Throttle and blurted out faster than his mind could cope. "How can that be Throttle? He just went through the transporter with those Stink faces!"

Throttle's fur started to become darker and coarser. A squeal escaped Carbine as the rats arm wrapped around her throat, a gun pressed to the side of her head.

"NOW DO YOU BELIEVE ME!?" Vinnie shouted as he drew his weapons. Everyone seemed to ignore the white mouse taking aim.

"Oh mama." Modo muttered in disbelief.

"VINNIE NO!" Stoker yelled leaping for the white mouse only to knock Vinnie down too late. Eight rounds aimed at the rat fired before Vinnie was tackled to the floor.

Carbine leapt out of the way as stray laser shots flew by. The black haired mouse sighed heavily as the rats gun clattered to the floor.

"You stupid kid!" Stoker yelled as he snatched the guns from Vinnie's hands.

Vinnie didn't move as his old mentor stood up. The white mouses gaze was focused on the bleeding body of the rat not eight feet away. The same rat who stole Throttle's identity, fooled his friends and the same dirty rat who knew where Harley was. Vinnie killed, the first time in years, the first time on Earth, and he was no closer finding his bro, or Harley then he had ever been.

Modo looked down at his bro and the dead rat. He shook his head, he couldn't believe he didn't listen, wouldn't listen, about even the slightest possibility that maybe just maybe Vinnie was right.

"What just happened?" Rimfire asked looking up to his big grey uncle.

Modo took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. "I'll explain to you later."

"We.. we got to find Throttle." Vinnie's weak voice muttered as he shifted getting to his feet.

"That means a trip to Plutark." Stoker spat in distaste.

"Let's head to base and figure a plan of attack." Carbine said as she walked over to Throttles' excited bike.

"No! We have the chance and the weapons. Now!" Stoker growled at Carbine.

Carbine's deep brown eyes locked with Stoker's. "Listen you has-been! We need a plan, we need supplies, and if you think WALKING is going to get you anywhere on Plutark then be my guest. We're heading back to regroup and figure things out first. We'll pick up your remains AFTER we rescue Throttle."

321

Vinnie, Modo and Rimfire both took a step back, if there was one thing they knew. It's never to mess with a pissed General. Especially a pissed General Carbine.

Stoker glanced over his shoulder, his whiskers twitching in hope for a little back up, only to see the three whimping out. His mechanical tail lashed in agitation "Fine."

"Let's ride!" Carbine ordered.

******

Throttle looked around as he was dragged through corridor after corridor. Lee had been right when she mentioned how badly Lord Camembert wanted him.

"Nice fur." one of the guards sarcastically sneered at the mouse.

"Grooming habits are lacking. No one will want to see such a dirty rodent." the other guard said.

"Doesn't smell all that great either." the third said.

"Big surprise, it's dirty, ugly and half blind." They all laughed as a large door opened.

A guard shoved Throttle into a room that held nothing but a swimming pool a shower stall and personal hygiene amenities. The three guards then shoved the unsuspecting mouse into the water and started to administrate the shampoo.

"Hey! I can bathe myself.!" Throttle protested trying to keep his nose above water as they made sure that his whole body was clean.

"HEY!" Throttle shouted as they touched him in areas not meant to be cleaned.

The guards dunked the mouse under the water rinsing the shampoo out.

Throttle sputtered and gasped when one of the guards grabbed his hair then dunked him again. Then pulled out of the water by his hair. Throttle dug his heals into the floor only to be dragged across the slippery tile floor and forcibly shoved into the shower tall. The door slammed closed locking him in.

The tall cubical that looked somewhat like a shower stall had no shower head. Throttle banged his fists against the door when a loud thunderous whoosh of air sounded. Air plowed into Throttles fur instantly drying it. Just like that, it stopped. The door opened, someone grabbed his choke chain dragging him out of the pool room.

"Don't you know how to treat a guest?" Throttle growled as once again he was marched down the hallways of Plutark.

The three guards talk amongst themselves ignoring the mouse completely.

Upon entering a large room Throttle gazed around, well what he could make visual sense of. The lavishly room, filled with assortment of finery from various planets Plutark had conquered, housed a lone figure perched a top a pyramid of steps.

Sitting upon his throne, the High Chairmen of Plutark, Lord Camembert himself grinned like a child about to receive the biggest birthday gift ever.

"From Lawrence Limburger residing on Earth. The leader of The Biker Mice, presented to you in honor of your re-established reign." One of the guards said almost too rehearsed as Throttle was shoved to the foot of the throne and forced to kneel.

"What an interesting creature." Camembert said as he stood up. The bulk of his Plutarkian hide swagging with his movements. "A Martian mouse from Earth. The cause of plenty of set backs and headaches. Tell me mouse, do you feel like your life is threatened?"

Throttle narrowed his pink eyes. "No." he spat.

A smile spread across Camembert's face, a sharp toothy grin that made Throttle want to vomit. "Tie him down then leave us." The high ranking fish ordered his guards.

Throttle froze as he was tethered to the floor, his chin mere inches from the tile. His ankles and hands finally free of the chains. Fear knotted in the pit of his stomach, rose to his throat as the bulky fish moved out of the his line of vision.

Angel Lee heard Throttle's screams all the way down in the lab. She felt a pang of pity for the mouse. Just not enough pity to risk her neck rescuing him. Above her, Karbunkle leered as he started the unpleasant process of embryo extraction.

TBC

Whipblade

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January 07 2004