'It's so good to be back!' Modo laughed as he raised his root beer in the freedom fighters hall. Other mice raised their beers, cheering before chugging it back and doing what Freedom Fighters do best. Having fun.

'How you holding up Throttle?' Modo asked.

Throttle gulped down the last of his drink. 'Hanging in there.'

'Ah come on bro, plenty more mice on Mars!' Vinnie wrapped his arm around Throttles neck.

'Yeah, but there's only one I want.'

'Maybe a game might cheer you up?' Vinnie wrapped his arm tighter around Throttles neck.

'Don't think a game will last long bro!' Throttle replied, pulling Vinnie to the ground with him. Dust flew high as they scraped along the floor.

Suddenly, the room fell silent. Each Freedom Fighter bowed on one knee as the Royal Guards surrounded the front of the hall; sternly holding their guns.

'Bros!' Modo called out as Vinnie and Throttle were still wrestling on the ground.

'Greetings to you all,' The King exclaimed. 'My apologies to have dropped in on the party like this.'

The King stood tall, his uniform proudly presented his medals that reflected in the light. The Queen stood composed in long robes; her dark grey hair hung past her shoulders.

Throttle lifted his head. 'Your Highness, what brings you to this neck of Mars.'

'It's your assistance we need.' The king said.

'Awh right! Looks like our reputation has reached far and wide!' Vinnie punched the air.

'Yes, well, you should have the Queen to thank for that.'

The Queen stepped forward and gently curtsied at Vinnie. 'One does notice your strength and determination to save Mars and of course Earth.'

He blushed as his mouth opened but nothing came out.

'As you know, Mars has problems of its own.' The King proclaimed. 'None of us is safe, the princess especially, and we need you to look after her. After all, she's the rightful heir to the throne.'

'It would be our pleasure!' Vinnie winked towards the queen.

Modo gave him a hard nudge. 'Hey!'

'If she comes into any harm, then there is more than just your tails to be chopped.'

'Aw man not the tails'. Vinnie whined.

'We have to talk about this before we decide on anything,' Throttle said as he stood next to Vinnie.

'You have no choice,' the King told him. 'She must go with you'.

'I don't like this bros,' Throttle shook his head. 'What if something happens to her?'

'Whoa, Throttle! What happened to helping every gorgeous…I mean, helping Mars in every way we can?' Vinnie protested.

'We have our tails and more on the line.' Throttle protested. 'This is our own kind threatening us.'

'Throttle, we can handle it.' Modo said, resting his hand on Throttle's shoulder. 'We'll take good take of her, don't you worry about that your highness.'