Disclamer - i do not own BMFM, just my OC's

A moon twisted fate

Part 1

Sat in the cell she listened to others sleeping around her. She sat with her back against the cold grey wall, her brown fur standing on end from the coolness of the air. Her darker hair falling round her face as she sat thinking about what had happened while staring out of the barred window on the other side of the cage she was kept in.

Why did they put that window in? Stinkin' Plutarkians.

She sat out of the beams of moon light that came into the cell, each of the moons coming to the end of its cycle. As she sat thinking of a way that she would be able to get out of this mess that she was in, knowing she only had a few days left, her thoughts drifted to before she came to be sat in the cell.

"Commander I am going out for the one job I need to do alone. Keep an eye on the troops and no matter what happens do not come after me. Do you understand?" Her strict but quiet voice asked.

"Yes General." Came the reply from a younger black mouse, "When will you be back ma'am?"

"I'm not sure but if I am not back by this time tomorrow you will be in charge until I find you again. Don't forget where the plans are, you are the one that will have to put them into action if I don't come back."

"General, you will come back i..."

"Do not assume anything commander, you know as well as I the dangers of this war. Keep to the instructions; prove to me that you are not a commander for nothing. Keep the troops safe and ride free." The General saluted the commander and mounted her bike.

"Good luck General." The black mouse saluted and walked back to where the others were resting, they were not to know of what she was doing until the morning so they would not follow her.

She sped to the destination a couple of kilometres from the camp they had made. She knew the place would require a one mouse team to enter; get the information and get out, they were her instructions.

As she predicted she found plenty of the Plutarkians guarding the building. The smell was the strongest smell of rotten cheese she had ever smelt, and she had smelt some pretty bad ones before. She could not stand it, a smell when you realise that 'smelly vision' isn't a good idea, however she was able to think above the smell of what had to be done to help save her people.

Her black bike could sense that she was uneasy and that this was not going to be easy. There was a small rev and the she knew that she was not alone, "Jet, are you ready for this?" She patted the bike and kept going; her bike, one of the quietest on Mars, went unnoticed by the Plutarkians, whose sense of hearing was not the best in the galaxy.

This was a quick in and out job but she had to be careful. She was the only one who knew what to do and where to get the information from; she had to do this to give them more of a chance of winning this war. Her inside intelligence was second only to that of a mouse that put themselves at great danger to infiltrate the Plutarkians and live as them.

The spot light caught her as she was almost at the entrance to the building. Another three were soon focused on her as well, the fish were on to her.

Damn.

She was surrounded almost immediately by the fish faces. There were too many for her to take on but she tried her best. There were a few fish on the floor by the time they stopped her. She was proud that she hadn't gone down without a fight.

She was then dragged into the cell that had been her 'home' for…what was it…seven weeks now. The base she was kept in only held a few of the more 'dangerous' mice, each having their own bit of information that could be used to win this war. These mice were kept under constant surveillance; they had escaped the other holding facilities and this was the last place for them until the information they had was spilled. Then it was the end.

She sighed deeply her eyes closing for a few seconds before opening to continue to stair out of the window. The two slithers of the Martian moons sat next to each other, they both had different rotational patterns so they were hardly ever at the same stage.

She was glad that she had not read the instructions of their next move before she went out on that mission. If she had there may have been trouble, they had started using technology, thanks to the raids on Martian bases that could make you relive memories, get you talking and even, if they felt like it, shut your body down from the inside out.

Her thoughts kept wandering to her troop, though she tried hard not to think of them because it would put them in danger. She knew all 18 of them like her own family; she would trust each with her life. Soon her thoughts were on him.

He will know by now that I have not returned. Damn now he will be looking for me.

He had never listened to her orders before, he to was a general and so did not have to, he was always in danger as much as she. Their lives had been intertwined like the movements of the two moons. They had grown up together and fallen in love years ago but she pushed him away. It was too dangerous in a war to be in a relationship to start with but even before that she would always keep her distance.

She knew that she was beating herself up over an outcome that could not be prevented from happening. He had told her more than once that he would follow her wherever she went.

However before she could worry any more her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of bikes getting close to the compound. She was able to distinguish three different motors running, meaning three bikers were on their way.

"Everyone get ready to move." She suddenly shouted causing the other mice in the surrounding area to wake up and look at her. The usually quiet mouse that sat in the corner of her separate cell thinking was now giving commands. "Get up and get ready now." She shouted again.

"You can't tell us what to do." A young brown mouse said. He was known for being unable to listen to any other, the reason behind why he was sat in the cell, and would stand up to any mouse, fish or any other being in his way.

She laughed as the others round him started to get up, ready to do what they needed to do. "Look punk, either you get up and get ready or you stay sat and do nothing to help yourself it is your choice." She looked over to the other mice before taking a few steps towards the young mouse, "oh, for the record I can tell you what to do, I am a General. Thought you might like to know that soldier."

The brown mouse looked up at her from his position sat on the floor; his eyes fell on the medal stripes that were on her green jacket. He bowed his head looking towards the floor. "You are an Army general not the Freedom Fighters general."

"Look punk, I am not just one or the other. I have the general badge in both camps. So soldier now it is up to you if you want to get out of here." Amazing how her old general had rubbed off on her. She walked over to the bars separating her from the other mice that were waiting for her to give them some orders. "Soldiers, the time is here for us to escape, get ready for the fight that will set you free."

She listened to the sound of the bikes, no way, a smile crossed her face, we will get out of here, these guys are gonna to do it. There was the sound of laser blasts and even flairs blowing holes into the building.

"Everyone brace for the impact and get ready to run to the holding bay, you all know where that is don't you?" she stopped and most nodded their heads, "good, those who don't follow those who do. When you get there get out as fast as you can, don't feel that you have to wait for anyone."

Her orders where clear, no holding back if you did there was more chance that you would be caught. Many knew as their bikes and weapons had been taken from them and on the way to the cells they had been put in what looked to be the storage room for them.

The blasts soon subsided and there was a deadly silence. Without warning there was a blast at the end of the corridor, furthest from the mice, and then the sound of three bikes roaring into life.

"Get ready everyone; you never know what will happen."

Without any weapons they had no chance of fighting their way out. They all knew where their bikes, and therefore their weapons, so as soon as they were out that would be where they would go.

Soon a red racing bike rounded the corner and its white furred rider used a blaster to open the cells that they were divided into. Soon there was a black bike with a tan rider and a blue one with a grey rider. They were all making sure that everyone had got out safely and were on their way to the bike holding bay.

They had managed to kill or injure most of the Plutarkians in the base, or scare them off, so there was no danger for the mice as they found their rides.

Saga was the last out, as a general she had to look after the others first. "Well I'll be…" she smiled with her head hanging and hair covering her face, "if it aint Throttle, Modo and Mr. Ego. What took you so long guys?"

This made them look sound to see her standing against the metal bars she had been imprisoned behind for a long time.

"Mr. Ego, there is only one person who…" Vinnie looked ready to punch the mouse's head in because he would only allow one mouse to call him that, as the mouse lifted her head, "Saga?"

"That's General Saga to you." She smirked as they took off their helmets. "What happened t…?" she looked at the remains her family, "never mind, I can guess." Her smile faded as she looked at the metal covering half of 'Mr. Ego's' face and the metal arm that protruded from Modo's right shoulder.

"How long have you been here?" Throttle asked as he leant against his bike taking in her appearance, she had also got the scars of war.

"About seven weeks I guess, but your timing couldn't have been more perfect." She smiled softly as she looked out the barred window at the moons.

"We heard that your troops were back home but no General." Modo said, "All of them got home Saga, they got the rest of the information and are on a well deserved rest."

"That's good." She sighed and hung her head, "I failed them all, they don't need me anymore."

"Don't be like that." Throttle said lifting her chin, "They wouldn't have been out here if it weren't for you."

She pushed his hand away from her chin and him back to his bike before pushing her own back from the metal bars. She looked at the three of them before her before saluting them.

"Ride Free." She breathed as she looked forwards and started to exit the building.

"Don't go Saga, they need you back home." Vinnie stated as she walked away.

"Not any more." She replied, "Not any more Vincent, I am too damaged." She paused and looked towards them, "don't let him come after me no matter what."

"We can't do that Sa…"

"As General my last orders to you are don't let him come for me. Commander, Soldier's." with a curt nod she turned back round towards her exit. "Oh and give this to Commander Talon, he deserves it." She said throwing her general badge over her shoulder.

"Yes Ma'am"

"Saga…"

In a flash of her tail she was gone, her last orders yet to be carried out, but she trusted them. Her family knew that she would be back eventually, they would trust her judgement.

She was no longer what they needed on their side of the battle, she only brought pain to those who least expected it.

She found her bike and left over the sand dunes past the bodies of Plutarkians on the floor. She sighed thankful that no one else found out because of the impeccable timing of her bro's.