Mirror Image: The Remake-chapter 1
Lawrence Limburger sat in his limo dejected. He'd just gotten a call from High Chairman Lord Camenbert. He cringed as he recalled the conversation:
"Limburger!" Lord Camenbert's immensely obese form filled up the tiny computer screen on the control panel inside the limo.
"Oh, greetings, High Chairman. To what do I owe this esteemed honor?" Limburger asked.
"In good time. First, the traditional Plutorkian greeting."
The latter cringed. He hated the greeting as much as he hated the Biker Mice.
"You know this Earth vehicle is quite small. So if we could forgo..."
"The greeting. Now!"
Limburger sighed. He struggled to move his overweight body around in the limo placing his rear end next to the screen. Lord Camenbert did the same.
"Cheek to cheek and stink to stink as Plutork rules the galaxy shrink! Woo wooo woooo!"
"That's better. Now on to business. Our planet needs energy. Bring me all the coal that Earth has."
"Yes, Chairman."
"And don't screw it up like you always manage to do, Limburger. Otherwise, you'll be scrubbing out the sewers of the royal palace with your tongue!"
Limburger was in a fix. How was he going to do it?
"Those blasted Biker Mice are bound to show up. They always do." He thought, gloomily.
He pressed a button on his control panel.
"Carbunkle."
"You rang, your Milk Fattiness?"
"I need something to help me steal coal. Any ideas?"
"I have just the thing. The Extractor. It will absorb any substance."
"There's a shipment of coal due to arrive by train into Chicago.I want it to go to Plutork. We may run into a rodent problem."
"Not to worry, Your Cheesiness. I have a nasty surprise for those horrendous hamsters."
At the Scoreboard, Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo were playing one of their favorite games, football. Vinnie had the ball and was pursued by the other two.
"And Vinnie Van Wham scores a touchdown! The crowd goes wild, the women swoon!" The vain young mouse crowed," All inspiring or what?"
"Let's hurry up and take him down." Throttle said.
"Or this is gonna be the main topic of conversation for the next six months." Modo replied.
The two mice tackled their bro before he had a chance to score a touchdown.
"Hey, no fair! I had the ball." He moaned. Then he saw a pair of brown boots. He looked up to see the boots were attached to black jeans worn by none other than Charley Davidson. The latter now stepped into the door. She now held up the ball.
"Sweetheart, we're in the middle of a game."
"Not anymore. I just got a distress call on my CB radio. Limburger's baddies are attacking a freight train."
"That's our cue. Helmets on, bros!" Throttle told the other two while putting on his helmet and mounting his bike. Vinnie and Modo did the same.
"Let's Rock and Ride!"
Greasepit was shooting a laser cannon at a compartment on a speeding train. Coal spilled out. Carbunkle activated the Extractor. It sucked up the coal and began teleporting it to Plutork.
Suddenly, the nozzle on it got blasted.
"No! What?"
"Sorry, doc, but the energy flow stops here." Modo said, aiming his bionic arm at them.
"See, we just derailed your travel plans." Throttle said.
"You're gonna have to come through us if you want that coal." Vinnie said.
"I beg to differ, my hirsute friends." Carbunkle replied, pulling down a lever.
Suddenly, a metal cage closed up over the mice. Greasepit aimed a flame thrower at the cage.
"Time for a mouse barbecue!" He laughed.
"Oh, mama! This ain't my idea of a hot time." Modo groaned.
"Ha Ha! You three meeses' goose is cooked." Greasepit said.
Suddenly, green vines wrapped around the big goon's gun. Then the vines wrapped around Greasepit then Carbunkle. Then the mice saw a figure. A girl with hazel green eyes, pale green skin, and reddish brown hair. She wore a long olive green dress embroidered with a flower motif. Her green cloak and cowl flowed in the wind.
"I'm getting out of here!" Limburger fled in his limo.
"Whoa! Awesome!" Vinnie said, noting how pretty the girl was.
She had now extended her hand towards the cage. The vines now tore it open freeing the mice.
"Are any of you hurt?" The girl asked.
"No. Thanks." Throttle said.
"Who are you?" Vinnie asked.
"I am Avani." She replied.
"How'd you do that thing with the vines?" Modo asked.
"I am a princess fairy. I can control plants."
"Pleased to meet you. We're..." Throttle began.
"You are the Biker Mice. My people have heard of you. Your courage is legendary." She finished the sentence.
"But of course. Chicks can't get enough of me." Vinnie replied, flirting with her.
Avani looked at him a bit confused. She obviously was not used to the ways of men.
"I'm Throttle. The tall mouse is Modo and the annoying one is Vinnie."
"I am honored." She smiled, then frowned as her eyes quickly scanned the area.
"What is it?" Throttle asked.
"He's coming! I sense his dark energy! I must stop him from turning this world into his. Farewell!" Vines then went under her feet lifting her into the air. Then she was gone.
"Wait! Who?" Throttle cried out.
"I think we're about to find out!" Modo replied, grimly pointing as a dimensional portal opened releasing a dark figure.