A/N: I do not own Biker Mice from Mars in any way, shape or form; otherwise it would be more bad ass. I only own the ocs and part of the plot.

There is some Spanish in here, and if its incorrect, I blame Google translate.

Chapter 1: When Reality Hits

In the state of Illinois, rested a small repair shop in a small town near Cairo. There, lived a mechanic and her daughter. Thought, the mechanic was pretty normal for an American Hispanic woman, however, the daughter wasn't as much.

"Mumma! Where is the torch?" came a female voice from the back of the shop, around the age of twenty.

"It's in with the air brush tools."

There was a silence," Who the heck put that there? That's dangerous and stupid."

"That would be you." The older woman chuckled.

"Oh. . . That explains so much."

In the view of the back garage, was a young mouse. Not any normal mouse, an anthro like mouse. Her hair was a dark shade of red, the length reaching down her neck. Her skin, or rather her short fur, was smooth and a slight tan color to it. Her eyes where similar to her mother's a bright blue, clearer than any water.

She was wearing her usual mechanic clothing as she appeared from the back. She wore a dark grey, not quite a black, tank top that had two straps on each side. Her jumpsuit was unzipped to a point, and had the arms tied around her waist, to keep the suit up like a belt. As well as her steel toed boots and her working gloves. She sometimes had a cream orange around her forehead or in her back pocket, to help keep the sweat from getting in her eyes while she worked.

She was fairly small, like her mother, just passing her mother's height by at least two or three inches. Her tail was thin and curvy with some red fur at the tip of the tail. The young mouse also had three sets of ear piercings on each ear. A green bar in her cartilage, a golden ring in her earlobe, as well as a tiny black gage that was so small, a pencil couldn't fit in it. She also had a tattoo cascade down her left arm. It was a tribal mouse head with pink within it, and then it turned into a vine that had two flowers on it, a pink flower and a purple one, as it stops just before her wrist.

Her body figure was hard to tell since she wore a bunch of baggy clothing. Her breast size wasn't huge, even though it appeared so with her clothing. Her size was roughly from a B-cup going on a C-cup. Her figure was rather thin, but had some curves at the hips and strong shoulders. She had some muscle on her arms and had some muscle form on her stomach, but not quite to the point she had abs. She was a well fitted woman for a nineteen year old, going on twenty.

The older Hispanic woman smiled at her daughter; yes that mouse was her flesh and blood. The woman had eyes like her daughter's, if not a little darker. Her skin was more than her child's due to her heritage and from being in the sun. She often wore an orange jacket with a yellow shirt, over a black tank top. Her necklace was around her neck, a gold like color with a glass like mouse shape in the middle of it. The woman wore jeans that hung over her steel toed boots, while her daughter had her suit tucked into her pants. Her hair was long, down to her back of a chocolate color that gave it a luscious look for her old age. And to think, she gave birth to such a being when she was about twenty-five. Now at the age of forty-four, the woman still had her spunk of her youth with her. However, has held off on it since the disappearance of her husband.

"Ofcourse it would, my little mouse, your father was rather forgetful of his belongings as well." The Hispanic woman smiled.

"Really? I thought he was, I don't know, smarter than that." The red haired mouse smirked.

"Well you take a lot from his side, and I don't mean the mouse side either."

The blue eyed mouse paused, then sighed," I hope papa is okay. . . I know he's a biker mouse, kinda like a warrior, but still. It's been what, almost seven or eight years, and he still hasn't contacted us."

A hand was placed on the female mouse's shoulder," I know Leah. But I have every bit of faith in him. You really are like your father, always worrying, but also very protective. It is a good trait, especially to one who holds a lot of potential."

Leah moved over and sat on a nearby bench, sighing and putting her head in her hands," Potential? Doesn't sound like me mumma. I can't really do anything looking like this." She points to herself to emphasize her point to her mother.

"Just because you have some heritage that is not of this world, doesn't mean you don't have a great future. I met your father, beaten up and confused of the world around him. However, he was always eager to learn about how our culture was."

"To the point you spoke Spanish most of my childhood." Leah snorted slightly, followed by a snicker.

The woman shook her head with a smile," Mi hija*, your destiny is very different than any other human on this planet. Mine changed when I met your padre*. As well as giving you life into this world."

Leah couldn't help but have her spirits up after talking with her mother," And speaking of giving you life. I have your birthday present for you!"

Yes, today April seventh, was Leah Mary Martiame's now 20th birthday. Leah couldn't help but laugh, as she was so caught up in their little chat and work, that she completely forgot about her own birthday. She was an Aries, and ironically, was supposedly was the ruler of mars. She held back a chuckle just the thought of it.

"Are you going to give me it now?"

"No, you shut the shop down; I will bring it to you."

"Alrighty, mumma."

Leah shut the front of the shop with the garage door, hiding everything, including herself, from the outside. The shop was only a little ways from their home, which was a piece of small farm lands that her mother's uncle owned and passed to her when he died. Her father loved the planet and loved the life of a small farmer, planting tomatoes, pumpkins, pretty much anything. But when he left, the small patches of farm began to wither, so Leah took it upon herself to make sure the land was up and running.

Their home was surrounded by thick woods, along with the path that lead to their home. A perfect place for a woman and her mouse family to live in without praying eyes. There was only one person, who happened to be an old family friend, who knows of her mother living there. He did know that she had a daughter and husband, but never knew what they looked like passed their disguises. But he always said he would watch the farm while they left on trips or while they worked. Old man dunkin was a very resource full man.

Once the shop was closed up for the night, all the equipment was put away correctly,she was ready to head to the old Chevy truck where her mother was standing by it. Her mother smiled as she held out a small key chain and threw it towards the young mouse, which caught it in her left hand.

"Wait. . . I get to drive Chevs?" Leah looked at her mother with shock.

"It's your birthday, novio*, is that a trick question?" The human raised a dark brow while her daughter laughed and hopped into the driver seat.

Leah started the truck as soon as her mother fastened her seatbelt and began to head to their home. Leah tapped her thumbs against the wheel as she hummed a tune that no one knew. She was a happy little mouse.

She was excited to see what she had gotten this year for her birthday. Last year, she got a big hint on what her present might be this year, which was a leather jacket with yellow around the collar, the base of the halfie jacket, and two yellow stripes going vertically down her sleeves. The year before, she got biker goggles and special biker boots with a steel toe on them.

They waved to old man Dunkin as he opened the gate to their property and began to head for their pot of land. Lush green trees shed some light threw their branches, as they got closer and closer to their house. Their home was a cream white color, with blue window panes and a light blue garage on the left side of it. Leah pressed a button on a small remote that hung from the sun shielder of the truck and the garage door opened up.

Once they exited out of the truck, Leah tried to contain their excitement as she looked around for anything covered in a tarp of some sort. Her mother covered her mouth with her hand as she held back her laughter. Even though Leah was hiding her emotions, her tail however was flicking back and forth with excitement. The Mexican woman walked up to the mouse and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Calm yourself novio. It's not gonna run away from you, unless you ask it to."

"Wait. . . What?" Leah stared blankly at her mother.

The woman shook her head," It's actually a present from you padre. He made it a while ago, but never got to put in a special piece to it. Remember that little chip that was on your desk from your sixteenth birthday?"

Leah paused for a moment and gasped, running up through the house with great speed, hearing her mother laugh within the background as she ran into her room, looking for that chip. This was not only a great present, but one from her father! Even though he wasn't present, he still left something behind for his little girl. She looked through all the boxes and bins in her closet and shelf. She found it in the bottom of her second dresser drawer, with her pants and shirts.

At first she didn't understand why her father left that piece behind for her when she received it on her sixteenth birthday, but now she realizes what she had been given. Her father was never a well-known mechanic, however, he knew well of his world's technology, and thus with the help from her mother, got her present that she will be getting today. What she pulled out of her drawer was an A.I. chip for a Martian motorcycle. To think, it was crafted by both an earthling and a Martian, and that she had been conceived from both of them.

"Thank you papa." She kissed the chip before running down stairs and into the garage, with the chip in her hand.

As she entered the garage, she found her mother smiling; behind her was a tarp over something," Did you find it?"

Leah grinned happily and shook her head yes. Her mother stepped to the side and removed the tarp over what was revealed as a black motorcycle. Well, it was a lot like other motorcycles, probably from the craftmanship of her mother. But it was bulkier and had more shape to it, coming from her father's technology. The red haired mouse smiled as she hoped on and studied its frame. There was a side bag, if she were to travel on her own, holding clothing, a med kit or anything else she needed. Not to mention it had weapon on here just in case she was in a pinch, which she never knew how to use in the first place.

She glanced at the chip in her hand then back at her mother," Where does it go?"

Leah's mother shook her head and smiled," Well first off, you might want to get off it first."

Leah scratched behind her ear sheepishly and climbed off, the bars were long and pulled back, since she was short and couldn't reach well, glad for the custom handle bars. She saw her mother move over towards her bike and moved the seat up to get into the engine. She pointed to a small disk in the engine and smiled at her daughter.

"Go ahead and move this, and then slide it back in. It will take a moment for it to wake up. But then it will be all set."

The young mouse was super excited! She remembers bits of her childhood where her father would take her on a ride on his bike, Lil Bit. To think, now she had her own bike. She remembered that the A.I. in the machines made them have their own personality, and even help guide them through it all, like a friend. In a way, this would be her first friend she has ever made, in some ways literally.

So she did what she was told and placed the chip into the engine, put it back to the way it was and took a few steps back. At first there was nothing, just the silence of the garage, and their breathes. Then there was a soft rumble, like a kitten, soon followed by a loud roar from the engine. It began to move around on its own, coming to life as it stopped in front of them with a dead stop.

Leah was shocked to the way it came to life. She couldn't tell if she was scared, excited or both. Leah's mother laughed at her daughter's face. She moved up and began to pat the headlight of the bike gently, like you would with a dog.

"Don't worry, Leah, it's just excited to wake up and meet you. Come on over and say hi."

Leah snapped out of her trance and stopped in front of the motorcycle, and kneeled down so she would look into the headlight, as if it were its eye. She took her hand out and pet it like her mother did. The engine purred as its master began to give it attention. The young half breed couldn't help but giggle at it.

"Good boy."

"It's a boy now?"

"Yes, it is?"

"Why is that?"

"Because the engine has a lower pitch to it than other ones, so it's a manly bike."

Her mother laughed and smiled at the bond forming between bike and mouse. It was like she was looking at her husband and his bike. Leah stood up and sat on the seat, grabbing the handle bars. Her mother opened the garage door.

"Why don't you drive around a bit? Don't drive off the lot and stay within the forest. Got it you two?"

"Yes mumma." Leah replied as the bike responded with a rumble in agreence.

"Oh! I almost forgot." The Hispanic woman ran over to a box and threw a helmet at the girl. She smiled as the face covering was a light green color, and the rest of it was black and white.

"Nice! I get my own bike and gear! Thanks mumma!" Leah placed the helmet on her head.

"It was your father's idea. He wanted you to have a friend, as well as your own bike."

"No kidding! Now I can be a wham- a-jamma like papa!" She revved up the bike and the two took off.

"Don't forget to think of a name for him!" Her mother called out laughing.

The young mouse and bike rode around the lot of land, getting comfortable with themselves. To Leah, the bike was large, but it made her feel safe and secure. And as they rode around, she could tell the bike help her make turns and such, since she hadn't rode a bike with anyone, let alone herself, in a long time. This motorcycle already felt like it was part of her family, like a little pet.

"I think I will call you. . . Big Al. Since Aries is what my sign is, but Aries is a girl's name. Sound good to you?"

The engine revved, showing it liked its name, Leah laughed," Alright Big Al! Show me what you got!"

They drove around for what was almost an hour, speeding, turning, getting used of the way it moved and their bond. Soon the sun seemed to hide from behind the trees, but still show enough light for the day as they enter the garage. Leah couldn't help but laugh with joy from the fun she had today.

"Wait here, Big Al. I'm gonna talk to mumma for a bit." The young mouse entered the building.

She walked around her home, not spotting her mother," Mumma?"

"I'm up here, Leah."

The young mouse walked up and saw the room to her father's study was open. There were only a few times the door was open, and it was never open after her father left. She saw her mother looking through old devices that her father had with him when he was stuck on earth. Her mother was looking through a box that held most of them.

"Why are you looking through papa's junk box?"

"I wanted to show you something." She grabbed a small hand held device that had a few buttons on it and a screen.

"What is it?"

"This device helps you find where tetra hydro carbons and isotopes, they come in the form of red crystals. Your father said that it still works, just hasn't used it in a while."

"Then how do we know it works?"

The woman smiled and pressed a button that was on the side, which cause the screen to form a grid of the area around them, showing a red dot near Lake Erie. Leah was astounded for it to work, but to find a tetra hydro carbon nearby.

"Did dad want you to give me this too?"

"No, but I wanted to show you it. . . Remember when you were younger, when Stoker came in search of your father?"

"Yeah, he and papa had a fight over a regenerator."

"Yes, you see, Tetra hydra carbons are what fuels it. With it, mars can be returned to its original state before the war."

"The war with the plutarkians, I know mumma. Papa used to tell those stories about mars and stuff. But why are you telling me this? Is something wrong?"

Her mother smiled and shook her head," Nothing little mouse. I just thought you should know where it is and what it's used for."

With that she moved the device and hid it under a piece of wood, for Leah's eyes to see. Leah felt unconvinced at what her mother had said. She could sense something was wrong. Her mother was horrible at keeping the truth from her daughter, to others yes, but her daughter knew how it worked. She noticed how her brows tried to knit together in a frustrated manner, as well as her shoulders straighten when stressed. Something was up, but pushed it aside by ruling out some options:

1.) It was her birthday

2.) It had brought her father up

3.) It talked about mars and war.

So she shook her head and followed her mother into the kitchen, ready for the meal of the day. Her mother looked through the drawers and cupboards, only to sigh a moment later. The Hispanic woman smiled tiredly at the red haired mouse.

"Novia, can you go to the store and get some green and red peppers? I forgot we ran out. It will give you a good test run with your knew bike."

"Yeah, I bet Big Al would like that." Leah smiled.

"You named it Big Al?"

"Yeah, and he likes it."

Her mother chuckled," Very well. Now hurry up now, be back before dark."

"Alright mumma."

"I love you my daughter."

"Love you too mumma." With that, Leah put on her helmet and rode off with Big Al.

What Leah usually did was wrap her tail around her waist, under her shirt, to hide her tail. She had put on her leather jacket, and replaced her jumpsuit with her leather pants and boots. She smiled as she passed Dunkin's house, tearing down the road.

"Be careful Big Al. We have to do the speed in certain areas." Her A.I. responded with a soft revv.

She soon pulled up to a local store that sold groceries and some basic appliances for their small town. She didn't have to worry about her head now that she had a helmet on. She grabbed some of the things she needed, including the red and green peppers. She smiled at the cashier, who she also knew from as a child.

"Well, aren't you all spiffy now, Ms. Leah. You all biked up and ready for a road trip."

Leah laughed," I don't think I will be going on one any time soon. I have to worry about mumma and stuff."

"You're a young woman. You should be looking for new opportunities, go to the big city and see the world. Maybe even finding that special someone." The cashier winked.

"I highly doubt any man would want a girl like me. But anyway I need to return to mumma."

"She isn't going to be around forever. Just so you know."

"Yeah, yeah. Well, I better get going. Mumma is making my favorite for my birthday."

"Oh! Well, then Happy Birthday!"

Leah shook her head, placing the groceries in one of the side bags, and hopped back on her bike. As she drove around, she could tell that Big Al needed a good run. To test out what power was hidden in this muscle bike.

"I don't think mumma would mind us having a quick test run, right?" A revv was heard from the engine," Alright big boy, show me what ya got!"

She turned down an old dirt path, mostly used for those with dirt bikes and quads. She smiled, knowing her bike can go the distance, thanks to her stories of what mars was like from her father. She smiled, knowing she had a piece of mars within her grasp. Revving the engine and kicking it up to speed, almost going 100 miles per hour. She laughed as she could feel the wind fly by her; it was like she was flying.

She remembered this feeling when she rode with her father as a child. After riding so many times, she was so eager to grow up and have her own. Though, she thought she would get a normal earth motorcycle, but now she had a Martian bike made from both of earth and mars. She was enjoying herself, until she heard a large boom. She lost her balance, only to recover by drifting in the dirt, thanks to Big Al catching her.

"Que demonios*?" Leah stopped to listen, and it didn't seem like it was too far.

Big Al revved loudly, like a wolf getting ready to attack. Leah patted the gas cap gently to calm her new friend down. She could smell something, like something burning, but wasn't for sure. This made her nervous, for this never happened before.

"We better head home. Mumma is probably gonna complain about dinner being late tonight."

As they drove off the dirt path and towards Dunkin's she was pushed off the side of the road by tank like vehicles. This made her tense, 'why are they coming from- Mumma!'She revved her bike up and flew down the road towards her home.

She saw how the gate was blown off, and part of Dunkin's home was a little roughed up. She noticed Dunkin with his gun but lowered it when he spotted her. He ran up to her with a worried face.

"Leah! Are you alright!"

"Yeah, what happened?"

"Some strange soldiers came up asking for your father, when I told them he wasn't around; they asked if he had any family. I refused to tell them, and started shooting at me. They blew the gate down! Why would they be after you?"

She growled, having an idea of the reason," I think I know why."

"Did your poor mother marry a criminal?"

"You idiota*! You know my father was an honorable man. These guys are just after him for info. . . Is mumma okay?"

The old human man sighed," I don't know, I heard gun shots, but then it went silent. Then that tank came by. I only fear the worst."

Leah's eyes widen as she sped up to reach the home. Only to stop and freeze at the horrid sight. The roof was a bit torn up, the chimney was blown off. The door was broken down and so was the garage door. The porch was crumbled and the windows were all shattered. Her fist clenched as she got off to examine what the inside looked like.

The inside was much worse. Some of the floor boards were ripped open, some giant scratches along the walls, like a large cat had its way in here. The kitchen was totaled; cupboard doors either ripped off or hung from a hinge. Glass and porcelain cloaked the floor. Wires from plugs were ripped out; frames were thrown all over the place.

She had leaned down and grabbed one from the floor. The picture was the last one before her father had left. It was when she had met Stoker, as if he was her uncle by blood. He was in this picture, as well as her father, mother and herself when she was younger. She had long hair in that image, but had cut it soon after her father left, helping her mother with the shop.

She took the photo out of the glass and put it in her pocket, wiping her tears away from her eyes. She continued through the wreckage. The stairs weren't in good shape. She had to be careful where she stepped since it was still falling apart. She looked and saw that her room was trashed; everything scattered and destroyed, as well as her mother's.

She looked in her father's room. Unlike her and her mother's room, her father's study was cleaned down the very wire. She noticed some of the floor boards, were scuffed up. She noticed that one of the boards wasn't upturned. It happened to be the same one she saw her mother put the tracker in.

She reached down and picked up the board, and grabbed the small hand held device. She looked it around to see if its condition was in fair shape. It was only scratched on a few parts, but not a whole lot. She pressed on a button from the side, still showing it was in working condition. She couldn't help but fall to the ground, clenching that small device to her chest. She couldn't help but sob. All that she cared for, all that she knew and understood was now ripped away from her for the knowledge of her father. Oh how she wished he was here.

She sobbed loudly, not holding back her pain and suffering. She had felt so helpless; she couldn't help but feel like she had failed her father. She promised herself that she would protect her mother and her land, and she had failed at both, on her birthday.

"No. . . Papa wouldn't want me to give up so easily. He would search for mama, and even look for a reason on why," She sighed and got up," I better follow this signal, if my memory serves me right, if this is a Tetra hydra carbon, then Stoker would be there. He'll know what to do."

She went into her room and grabbed what she thought was important throughout the house. She had grabbed the first aid kit from the bathroom, some clothes and money, as well as the map of the highways and roads for when her mother used to travel. She also grabbed her travel kit of tools for her, just in case Big Al had some trouble along the way. For this was going to be a very long trip.

"I hope mumma is safe. . . Papa, please be out there."

By the time she had gotten out of her house and put her things into her saddle bags for her bike. She sighed and could see the moon was starting the rise, as well as a few stars shinning within the bright sky. She looked back at her trashed home and went to Dunkin's.

"Dunkin? Hey Dunkin!"

"What is it kiddo?"

"I know I'm askin a lot, but I have a feeling that the guys that attacked mumma, will not be coming back. They got what they came for."

"Your mother is kidnapped?! We should tell the police!"

"I got it covered. Look, I know I said I'm asking a lot but it is-"

"You want me to fix up the place while you're gone right?"

"Uh, actually yeah."

The old man chuckled," Don't worry about it kiddo, just think of this as a debt I'm paying, since I owe you and your mother a lot from fixing my tractor and my field equipment. I will be returning the favor."

Leah hugged the old man," Thank you Dunkin, you have no idea what this means to me."

"Go on kid! Do what ya gotta do."

Big Al revved his bike in agreence. Leah nodded and tore off within the night, not stopping for rest, her adrenaline pumping in search for answers. Why was her mother taken? What were they after? And what was in her father's research that was so valuable?

She had so many questions, but the first thing she needed to do, was to find Stoker. . .

A/N: Here are the spanish words that were used in this chapter.

Mi hija – my daughter

Qué demonios/ Que demonios – What the hell

Novio – Sweetheart

Idiota -idiot