DISCLAIMER AND NOTES:

Biker Mice from Mars are not my property. They were created by the great mind of Rick Ungar, for which I thank him to this day (though I was disappointed by the Catatonian revival). This is a work of fiction meant as an hommage to the first tv-series.

Notes:
1- I don't know if it will make a difference in the story at this time, but for this work, the 3-episode stories "Once upon a time on Mars" and "Back to Mars" will be chronologically switched. After all, how can Modo be surprised at seeing Rimfire as part of the Freedom Fighters, when he was already in his mid- to late teens in "Once upon...". Unfortunately, this happens when stories explaining backstories are written in hindsight. So, "Once upon..." happens roughly a month or two before "Back to Mars".
2- I might be accused of using Dues Ex Machina. Hey, if it works, it works.
3- The character Berry Beemdster is an original character. If you don't get it, Beemdster is a dutch cheese.
4- Please, try to enjoy it.

"Throttle. We need you here. Please, come back." Carbine said as she gently touched Throttle's chin. Then, she disappeared in a flash.
"Carbine!!" Throttle shouted as he raised himself suddenly in his bed. "Just a dream."
But it didn't feel like a dream. The memory didn't fade like a dream always did. He was there, at Badlands Lookout. The last refuge for the freedom fighters.
"Momma?! What's wrong? Rimfire!!"
Throttle could hear Modo's call through both closed doors across the hall. Throttle sighed and grabbed his pants from besides his bed. There wouldn't be much sleep left anyway.
"Hey big guy, you need some coffee?" Throttle called as he opened his door, fixing his belt.
He got a confirming grunt, and took a few steps before realizing he only saw a field of grey with light sparkles. Even the dim light was enough to blind him. He had just gotten so used to the morning blindess, he could've made the coffee this way. He turned back to grab Stoker's old glasses from next to his bed before making his way to the small kitchen. As he passed Vinnie's open bedroom door, Throttle remembered Vinnie had taken Charley to the movies the night before. They were probably staying at the Last Chance.
After a few minutes, Modo entered the kitchen, still fixing his chestpiece into place. His face betrayed a hell of a headache.
"You were there too, weren't you? Badland." Throttle said as he added some coffee for an extra strong dose.
"Yeah. Momma and Rimfire told me 'you three should get your butts back to Mars'. Well, Momma did, Rimfire was standing behind her, with his arm all bandaged up. This wasn't a dream." Modo said as he grabbed a chair and dropped himself on it.
Throttle nodded to himself and turned the coffee maker on.
"Looks like things have gone wrong. We need to..."
"Go back home?"
Throttle turned to see Charlene standing in the door leading out to the baseball field. Her face was twisted with sadness, and he could see she had been crying. Modo got back up as she walked to him and fell into his arms, her tears overcoming her again.
"Charley-girl, what happened? Where's Vinnie?" Throttle said as he grabbed a third cup. She looked like she could use some too.
"We had a great evening. He bragged of course, but he kept quiet during the movie, and he held me when there was a sad moment. We watched a movie on tv when we got back at the garage, and I fell asleep on his lap," Charley said as she bit back another sob, and allowed Modo to put her on a chair. "Next thing I know, I hear him jelling in his sleep. 'Harley? I'll come for you. I love you!'. Then he wakes up, and tries to laugh it of. But I know he didn't dream. I could see it in his eyes. What is going on?"
Throttle and Modo locked eyes, a piece falling into place.
"Oh great grandpoppa." Modo said as he put his hand on Charley's.
Throttle took another chair next to Charley and looked at her.
"You remember when we kicked Greasepit out the first time, and I showed you what happened on Mars? All mice are telepathic on contact with out antannaes. But Modo's great grandfather was different. He was capable of contacting other people all over the planet. But he couldn't stop seeing our thoughts when he was close. So he exiled himself. We thought he had died without knowing where."
"But it looks like he didn't. And now, he's calling us home with our loved ones."
Charley nodded and brushed her swollen eyes as Throttle got up to fill three cups with coffee.
"Charley, where is Vinnie? Why isn't he with you?" Modo said as he took his cup from Throttle and nodded to him.
Charley took hers and looked down at the dark liquid beforing taking a deep breath.
"To the pits. I sent him there to help with the last steps." She said before taking a small emitter from the toolpouch on her belt. Activating it, she revealed the ship the mice first crashed on Earth with, rebuild and with many people around it.
"Four-By and McCyber have been working on it for months. They just started when you arrested Limburger and took him back to Mars. I found the ship because of what you guys told me at the planet tug. To help Mars."
"Charley-girl, you kept this secret for us?" Throttle said as he gazed at the hologram. "And last steps? How far along is it?"
"Engines were tested last week, hull integrity the week before. They only needed to run the final diagnostic. It's completely run on Jack's virtual reality helmet."
Modo put his cup away and walked to the window overlooking the field.
"Home."

"Hey Vinnie, what's up?" Jack McCyber called out as Vinnie parked his bike next to the construction site and put his helmet on the gas tank.
"Unbelievable." Vinnie responded as he gazed at the bike-shaped spaceship. It looked just like when they had launched from Mars to save it from being destroyed. Although this one had several laser turrets built against the side and top of the hull.
"Vinnie at a loss for words. I'll be sure to tell Charlene about that." Jack said before seeing a shadow pass over the mouse's face. "Sorry, I said something wrong, didn't I?"
Vinnie didn't respond as he walked up to the hull and touched the metal, as if making sure this was for real. From the scaffolding above, the form of Four-By came loose from a group of workers, looking down at Vinnie.
"Get up here bro. You should see the inside of this thing. Courtesy of Lawrence Limburger and his poor security."
Vinnie frowned before walking up the scaffolding and following the large man into the ship. Seven seats were arrayed around a pilot seat in the front of the ship, Jack's helmet hanging from a number of wires above it. To the back was a narrow hallway with glass doors on both sides. As Vinnie saw the sparse furniture, he realized what they were.
"Cells? For who?"
"Lawrence Lactavius Limburger. Napoleon Brie. Gutama Gouda. Jack Monterry. Gerald Gruyere. Romana Parmesana. Doctor Karbunkle. Greasepit. All the alien skum that don't belong on this planet." Four-By said as he touched a control, opening the cells. "If you guys are leaving, at least leave the planet a bit cleaner."
Vinnie touched the glass lining the cells, recognizing the indestructable Plutarkian product.
"Yeah. we might." Vinnie said as he realized this could both end their troubles, and completely ruin everything with Charley.
"Hey Four-By, what's going on?" Modo's voice called from the entry to the ship.
Vinnie cringed as he realized Charley had to be close too. Putting up his careless face, he walked back into the control area.
"Hey guys, this could just work. Ofcourse, it can't be that good without me looking over every bit of this thing first. Hey Charley, I can't believ you kept all this secret." He said, seeing her turn away with a sad look to check the computer readout.
Throttle looked at both of them, remembering the pain between him and Carbine when they were being accused of betraying Mars while on Earth.
"Come on Vinnie, let's go check the engine bay." Throttle said as he pulled Vinnie outside.
Inside, Modo put his good hand on Charley's shoulder in silent comfort.