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James and Chaos are the property of Stoker1439 and I do not take credit for them.
All other fan characters belong to me.
Chapter 1: Who's There?
Throttle McCloud looked under the bush and saw past the tress into the field just beyond them. There were two young figures waiting for him. Vincent Van Wham and Modo Maverick stood in the middle of a long hay field, the star beginning to show up in the late evening sky.
"Hey bro," Throttle greeted, shaking the hand of the white mouse.
"Hey," Vinnie responded. Modo slapped him on the back.
"Hey, Throttle." he said.
"Vinnie," the tan mouse said, sitting down on the ground, taking a piece of grass between his lips. "You doin' okay?"
"Just fine, Throttle." he responded.
The tree laid down together, looking up at the new stars as they poked through the darkness of space.
"There are so many of them," observed Modo.
"Yeah," said Vinnie. "It's so cool."
Throttle grinned, the blade of grass moving slightly in his mouth. "There's Earth," he said, pointing to a star, far out in the east.
"I wonder if we'll ever go there?" wondered Vinnie.
"Oh, I doubt it." Modo said, laying his head onto his crossed arms.
"I don't know, bros, anything is possible."
Modo laughed, and slugged Throttle's arm jokingly. "Yeah. Right."
Throttle shook his head and continued to gaze up at the star. The three of them continued to lay there for a few moments, when Vinnie spoke up.
"I wonder how many babes are out there."
"Vincent!" scolded Throttle half-heartedly.
"Well, I'm just wondering."
The trio laid there, when, suddenly, they heard a loud roar from the south. Vinnie sat up. "What is that?" he wondered.
"I don't know, bu whatever it is, it stinks!" Modo said, sitting up as well, his fingers pinching his nose.
Throttle looked up, only to see five fish-shaped vessels fly a "V" formation overhead. They tore above them, then disappeared into the sky behind them. They hundered away, shaking the ground.
"Whoa..." Vinnie muttered.
"Well, that can't be a good sign," Modo responded.
Throttle just looked silently as the five ships faded into the distance. "No," he said softly, "it can't."
"President Dorlin," said the secretary as she peeked warily into his office. "Sir, a General Dominic T. Stilton to see you."
President Dorlin looked up from his desk and folded his hands, then rested them against his chin.
Dorlin sighed and stood up, walking next to her. "Show him in." he said slowly.
"Mr. President...should I double security?" she asked quietly. There was a definite nervous feel to her as she spoke.
"There's no reason, Ms. Catalina. I'm familiar with General Stilton. There should be no trouble," he said.
Reluctantly the secretary retreated.
A moment later an alien, who appeared to be a fish, and dressed in very colonial garb entered the President's office. The alien fish brought with him a deep sense of aggressiveness and dominance. Dorlin, at first, was put back by this, being the leader of the Martian government. The aura that this alien brought with him was very...difficult to deal with. But Dorlin recalled the agreement he and this man had made. A pact made in blood.
"Dorlin," the man said with a snarl appearing upon his lips. The alien gave off a sense of refinement and self-awareness mostly found in high society.
"Stilton. You're early." Dorlin said, his eyes looking over the alien.
"I like to be punctual, Mr. Dorlin. It's tacky to be late," Stilton replied, dusting off a chair with a handkerchief from his sleeve before seating himself. Dorlin snarled a bit.
"You have the item in question?" Dorlin asked, eyes darting across the room to make sure that door was perfectly closed.
Stilton smiled a wicked smile and carefully pulled a leather briefcase bound in gold and gently placed it on the desk. "Why, Mr. President, would you have expected any less?"
Dorlin peeked inside the case as a smile spread across his face. "Excellent. Then you'll begin operations?"
"Immediately," Stilton said wickedly.
Three months later...
The doors to the courthouse swung open with force as the Defendant and his attorney stepped out into a crowd of news reporters. They immediately swarmed around the pair, snapping photos and bombarding them with questions.
"Mr. Kent! Excuse me, Mr. Kent!" one reporter shouted to the finely dressed man who swaggered down the steps of the courthouse, followed quickly by his lawyer, Mrs. Relena Van Wham.
"No questions, please," he snarled to the press as he jumped into his limo and drove off, leaving Relena standing there. Her lips pursed as the limo sped off. For everything she did for Mr. Kent, he sure was quick in blowing her off.
"Mrs. Van Wham! How about an interview?" a reporter asked then turning to her.
"Please," she said, "it's Ms. Van Wham." her demeanor was tough and thick. She was a no-nonsense woman that wanted nothing more than truth and clarity.
The reported nodded. "Of course," he said quickly, slightly taken aback. "So, how do you feel about winning the case?"
"It's a feeling of accomplishment to have served justice," she said proudly. "Getting Mr. Kent out of that lawsuit was one of the biggest accomplishments of my career. Now, if you'll excuse me."
Just then, the ground shook violently and they heard loud explosions. Relena was knocked off her feet and landed hard on her butt. She pushed her short orange hair out of her eyes and then straightened her skirt and blouse. "Damn construction workers," she grumbled irately.
A few more reporters followed her as she went towards her car, but she ignored them and just stepped inside. "Damn," she thought suddenly, " I have to pick up that brat Vincent from the Mall I dropped his off at. Oh, damn you Howard, why did you ever get me pregnant...?"
Meanwhile, in a less populated part of Hellfire, two young mice were riding along merrily on a motorcycle, singing loudly and off key to the tune of "We Will Rock You" as they drove through the open plains (which were quickly turning to concrete) heading towards the Mall.
"Hey Modo! Do you think you could turn it down, I'm losing my hearing back here!" Modo's little passenger cried as she clamped her hands over her large ears.
"Huh? What did you say?" Modo shouted in his booming voice, a deep baritone already at only sixteen, over the radio.
"I said TURN IT DOWN!" Bingo screamed.
"I can't hear you! Let me turn the radio down!" Modo called over his shoulder as he flipped the dial on his radio to off. "Now, what did you say, Bing'?" he asked looking back at her again.
Bingo smiled wearily. "Never mind." she sighed, patting him on the shoulder.
"Okay, suit yourself." The big grey-furred mouse shrugged.
Bingo Ritz, as was her name, was the newest member of our trio of young friends. Not to mention the only girl. Not that it mattered much, as young Bingo was very much a tomboy.
"Are we almost there yet?" Bingo asked, pushing her short bright red spiky hair out her bright blue eyes.
"Will be soon enough. About ten more minutes." Modo assured her as he made a sharp right turn, nearly throwing her from her seat behind him. Modo wrapped his tail securely around her waist and pulled her safely back on. "Sorry about that, little bro." he said grinning.
"Yeah, I bet you are." Bingo sneered, standing up so she could give him a nuggy.
"Ow! Hey, watch it Bing'! I'm tryin' ta drive!" Modo giggled, swerving a little. The big grey teenager grinned up affectionately at his younger "bro", bright red eyes twinkling.
"Yeah, trying. Come on Modo! We've been driving for over an hour! We should have been there by now! I want to see Vinnie. You know he's probably bored out his mind. And besides, my butt is going numb." she complained.
"Well, I'm sorry little bro, but you're the one that wanted to take the scenic route." Modo shrugged.
"I wish something interesting would happen." she pouted.
"Well then, let's take a short cut!"
After finally arriving at the Mall, Modo and Bingo found themselves face-to-face with Vinnie and Throttle.
"Throttle, bro, I wasn't expecting to see you here!" Modo called, slapping him a high-five as the greeted each other.
"My parents wanted to pick up some new toys for the brat," Throttle told them, motioning over to a toy store within the shopping center. Throttle sighed, feeling neglected by his parents. All of their attention seemed diverted towards his younger brother, Smoke.
"Vincent!" a sharp voice cried out. Vinnie looked up and his face immediately fell at the sight of his mother.
"Oh, hi mom." Vinnie attempted meekly.
"Hi, Ms. Van Wham." Throttle said, as Modo and Bingo echoed him.
"Hello children," she replied with a sort of snarl in her voice. They all took one giant step backwards. "Vincent, it's time to go home."
"Aw, but Mom," Vinnie started to protest. But then he saw the look in his mother's eyes. She had just won a very big case and her ego was huge. She would not let some punk kid–even if it were her own son–demean her authority.
"Relena?" a female voice came from behind her.
Relena spun around. "Jewel!" she gasped.
A sandy brown female with long wavy blonde hair and deep blue eyes in a green dress stepped over to her. She was carrying a couple of bags. Throttle suddenly felt very happy to see his mother.
"Mom!" he said brightly. He got up and rushed passed Relena and threw his arms around his mother, hugging her quickly.
Vinnie looked at them sadly. His mother would never allow such a public display of affection. A bitter frown ghosted across the youth's face.
"Now, Throttle sweetie, I'm glad to see you too, but my arms are full." Jewel said, trying to pry her son off her.
"Haha! Momma's boy!" Vinnie laughed, pointing at Throttle.
This comment resulted in a bump on the head from Modo. "There's nothing wrong with showing your mama the love that she deserves. Isn't that right, Mrs. McCloud?"
Jewel smiled at the young grey mouse. "For some reason, Modo, I'm not surprised to hear you say that."
"Mama knows bests, ma'am."
"Speaking of which," began Jewel, turning to Relena. "How was your case, Relena? Did you win?"
Relena straightened herself. "Of course I did, dear. The Prosecution was nothing."
"That's great. Really," Jewel returned with a wide smile. Bingo couldn't help but notice that Mrs. McCloud's smile did not seem very genuine.
"So, are you guys having anything special tonight to celebrate this big win?" asked Jewel, still warm and smiling at Relena.
"No," muttered Relena. "I'll just have Jessica pop in one of those Hamburger Helper dinners that she and her brother like so much."
In truth Vinnie hated those things, as did his twin sister, Jessica.
"Oh," replied Jewel with a bit of surprise in her voice. "Well, you can join us for dinner. I'm thinking about making chili or stew."
"No thank you, Jewel."
"Talking business, ladies?" asked a familiar male voice. Axle appeared then, pushing a stroller with Smoke inside. "Hello, Relena. Good to see you again."
"Axle," Relena answered curtly. She eyed Smoke. "Is this your little one?"
"The one and only!" Axle cried, his heart all aflutter at the observance of his second born. He immediately pulled the young child out of his stroller and held him up proudly. "My precious little boy!"
Throttle suddenly sigh loudly and turned to his bros. "So, what are we doing standing around here? Lets go do something already!"
"We're going home now," Relena reminded her son. The McCloud's followed them outside, along with Bingo and Modo.
Just then, the roar of a motorcycle caught their attention. All of them looked up as a sky blue motorcycle flew across the pavement and came to a screeching halt in front of them.
Its driver was dressed in a green army pants with a beige shirt and green vest that was decorated with a shiny silver metal. His helmet covered his face, but you could see his long umber brown hair that hung a pony-tail down his back and the tow other dark brown locks that hung besides his ears and his chocolate brown fur.
He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, swinging his pony-tail around then smiled broadly at the young mice in front of him.
"Stoker!" Throttle, Modo, Vinnie, and Bingo screamed joyously.
"Hey there, little citizens!" he said getting off his bike and throwing out his arms as they all tackled him to the ground. "Ha ha ha! I'm glad to see you too, kiddies!" Stoker laughed.
He sat up, Throttle in a head-lock under one arm, Modo in the other, Vinnie suspended in mid-air by his tail and Bingo hanging off the back of him. "So here I am, just about to buy some new struts and here you are, my little boys." he said playfully.
Finally he released them and stood up to greet the parents. "Hello Jewel. Axle. Aw, and the littlest punk, Smoke. Hey big fella!"
Stoker leaned in close to Smoke. The baby mouse laughed and kicked the older Martian in the nose. Stoker actually reeled back from the kick.
"Strong kid," Axle told Stoker with a smile.
"No kidding," Stoker replied, rubbing his offended muzzle. "No sure if I want to baby-sit this guy."
"Why not? You'll baby-sit Vinnie," Relena suddenly purred to Stoker, who almost intentionally left her out of his greeting.
"Hello Relena," he said in return. "Just caught the news. I hear you got that turncoat off the hook."
"Mr. Kent is not a turncoat!" Relena snarled. "He did not sell any government information to the Plutarkians."
"Yeah, right. Listen here, Relena, the Plutarkians are no good. Sure, they promised to keep us safe. But if you haven't noticed 'dear,' all they've been doing is causing trouble!"
"Oh no," Relena cried, "not your whole 'Plutarkians are evil' speech again. I swear, Stoker, you're just a record that won't stop spinning. Conspiracies, aliens...I swear, you're no better than the kids."
"Why you no-good–"
"Easy Stoke," interrupted Axle. "Let's just pull back our claws, eh? There's no need for this sort of debate in front of the kids."
Bother Stoker and Relena consented, but still shot icicles at each other. "Relena," suggested Jewel, "you've obviously had a long day. How about Vinnie stay with us for awhile? He could spend the night."
"Yeah!" shouted Vinnie. "That would be great! Can I, Mom?"
Only because it would be one less kid for her to deal with all night, Relena relented. "Sure thing, Jewel. He's all yours. Please. Take him."
"Thanks Mom!"
Relena said her goodbyes and then walked off to her car. The group then made their way over to the McCloud's jeep.
"I don't think we're going to have enough room for everyone," Jewel sighed. "Sorry."
"That's okay guys," Stoker volunteered. "I'll take care of the wee ones."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah!" Stoker exclaimed. "It's been a long time since we've all been able to hang out together."
"Alright," Jewel began, "but just be careful!"
"We will Mom!"
As the McCloud's jeep disappeared from the parking lot, Vinnie turned to Stoker. "Hey, Stoke, do you mind if we stop by the store and pick up some junk food?"
"Well, sure. If you kids don't mind stopping at Jimmy's first." he said.
"You're gonna take us to a bar?" Bingo gasped.
"Cool." Modo, Throttle, and Vinnie replied in unison, already feeling really good about this idea.
Stoker laughed, "Not just any bar, boys. This bar belongs to my very best friend in the whole world. Have you met Jimmy before?" he asked.
They shrugged and shook their heads. "Then you're in for a real treat, baby bros." he said with a grin as he hopped onto his bike. "Lets Rock..." Stoker began. "...and RIDE!"
"I just love the way he says that." Throttle said smiling as he climbed on Modo's bike.
"Ditto."
It didn't take them long to reach the local tavern of town.
"Wow," all four young mice gasped.
"Hey, this is just the outside, kids. Lets go inside, shall we?" Stoker asked, helping Bingo down off his bike.
They stepped inside to view a slightly darkened room, with a large, well-stocked bar off the left side of them, and a mass of tables and booths in front of them. The place was mostly deserted, with only a few bar-flies to occupy it, all of whom were gathered around a big-screened T.V. in the back watching a football game.
"Jim! You here?" Stoker called ushering the youngsters in the door. He hadn't taken but three steps inside the place when suddenly a blonde-furred mouse leapt from the corner at him.
"STOKER!"
The blonde-furred man dove at the young mice's mentor and tackled him, throwing his arms tightly around him and swinging him around in circles.
"JIMMY!" Stoker gasped, barely able to breathe for the death-grip the other man had on him, but grinning all the time.
"What are you doing in this neck of the woods! How long has it been? A year maybe? Stoke, you look great!" Jimmy said excitedly as he sat the other man down again.
Jimmy, the apparent owner of the bar, stood at about Stoker's height, but slightly large build than the brown-furred mouse. He had long, unkempt blonde-hair that matched his fur, and a scraggly mustache and goatee that fit snugly around his seemingly endless grin. His bright red eyes mirrored the mirth in his smile, making him look younger than he was.
Stoker patted the other mouse on the back in a brotherly fashion. "It's good to see you too, James." he said.
"God, it ain't been the same around this place without ya!" Jimmy exclaimed.
"Of course not. I'm the main attraction aren't I?" Stoker said boastfully.
"Yeah, next to myself, Jimmy the love machine!" the blonde-mouse said with a wink.
"Still doing eight girls in one night, Jim?" Stoker asked, lowering his voice as though the boys would not be able to hear him.
"Yep. But I can't manage to get up at six the next morning anymore." Jimmy chuckled.
"Does he realize there are minors in the room?" Modo whispered.
"I think he thinks we don't understand." Throttle said with a smirk.
"Stay awhile, Stoke! Have a drink, on me." Jimmy said, slinging an arm around Stoker's shoulder.
"Love to Jim, really. But that's not why I'm here." Stoker said, seriousness entering his tone. The two mice exchanged glances, and Jimmy nodded, as if understanding some unspoken request between the two of them.
"Why don't you kids make yourself comfy, and I'll get you a couple root beers, eh?" Jim said, at last acknowledging the other members of the group.
They scrambled over to a large round table that sat across from the bar as Stoker and Jimmy made their way across the room.
"I don't suppose you saw the news today, Jim?" Stoker asked quietly to the other mouse as he ducked behind the bar.
"I did. Can't believe that bastard got off on a technicality." Jimmy grunted, pulling up a couple of bottles from the cooler.
"They always do, Jim. They always do." The chocolate furred Martian muttered cynically to his friend.
"Any more on the family he murdered?" Jimmy asked, glancing swiftly over at the kids to make sure they weren't overhearing the conversation.
"The wife plans to appeal, but I doubt she'll find a judge that isn't being paid off at his point. The Plutarkian's that hired him to do it have been granted diplomatic immunity, and they can't find any record of the documents he stole." Stoker snarled as Jimmy handed him his own bottle of root beer before heading back to the kids.
"What are you guys whispering about?" Throttle asked curiously.
"Old girlfriends, kid. Never you mind." Stoker said, ruffling Throttle hair and taking a long pull of his drink.
Jimmy's face suddenly brightened. "Speaking of which! Stay right there, Stoke!" The other man was gone in a flash, rounding the corner and heading up the stairs towards the upper level of the bar.
There was as a series of thuds and mutterings from upstairs and then suddenly Jimmy reappeared, dragging someone in tow. "Hey Stoke!" he called as he approached them.
Before Stoker could open his mouth to ask what the hell was going on, Jimmy shoved a young woman, clad only in a towel, right into him. "I got someone I'd like ya to meet! Her name's Chaos!"
"JIMMY!" the girl cried as she slammed into Stoker's chest, nearly losing her towel in the process, and tripping over a discarded bottle.
Stoker caught her as she fell and held her up. "Isn't she supposed to jump out of a cake or something?" Vinnie snickered to his bros.
The brown-furred mouse help her to her feet. "You know," he said twirling her around as if they were dancing and setting her down on one of the bar stools, "I can think of about ten other ways–" he pulled off his vest and draped It over her shoulders, "–for you to get my attention." he finished with a smile.
Chaos could only stare at him for a moment, then blushed deeply under her fur and pushed back a lock of nut-brown hair.
"Thanks." she murmured.
Jimmy smiled idiotically as the teenaged boys stared at the half-naked white-furred girl.
"Oh mama." Modo said blushing, covering Vinnie's eyes, who yelled in protest.
"So what d'ya think, Stoke?" Jimmy asked expectantly.
"I think she's going to kill you." Stoker answered honestly, looking back at his friend.
"Yeah, probably. Anyway, Stoker, this is Chaos McKlash." the blonde mouse introduced.
Stoker took Chaos's hand and kissed it lightly, making Chaos blush brighter. "My pleasure, Chaos." he said debonairly.
"How does he do that?" Throttle wondered aloud.
"I don't know, but it looks like it works." Modo nodded knowingly.
"Jimmy, I'm going to murder you!" Chaos cried then, turning to glare at the other Martian.
"Aw come on, Chaos! I haven't seen Stoke in a while! Just let me pimp you out for one night..." Jimmy begged.
The white-furred female made to give him a hard left-hook in the face. As Chaos tried to seek well-deserved restitution upon his friend, Stoker looked her over carefully.
She was very thin, but with some muscle on her. Whether that was by life-style or vanity Stoker didn't know, but she certainly had a nice shape to her. A little less curvy then some of the girls Stoker had seen of late, but that didn't make her any less attractive. Her stark-white fur was made even more striking by the dark brown hair that hung around her chin in a short-bob cut, and when she looked in his direction, he realized that she had the biggest green eyes he'd ever seen.
"Wow." Stoker let himself say aloud, though no one heard him. "Jimmy's sleeping with her? She sure looks different from his usual breed of women. She sure is cute though..." he thought inwardly.
Having made Jimmy understand just how pissed she was at him, as the poor mouse was now lying on the ground rubbing his head, she turned and looked back at their guest.
"I'm sorry to be so rude, but Jimmy yanked me out of the shower." she said, casting an icy glare at the man on the floor. "So what brings you here?"
"Business," Stoker answered, watching as Jimmy made his way to his feet. "And...pleasure." he added, smiling a bit at Chaos.
"Smooooth." Bingo said rolling her eyes.
Chaos noticed them then. "Oh! You must be Cherry!" she said.
Stoker choked on the gulp of root beer, and Jimmy's eyes widened.
"Cherry?" Bingo said, raising an eyebrow. "Who's Cherry?" she asked.
"My daughter." Stoker said grimly.
The young mice's eyes widened. "You have a daughter?" Throttle asked incredulously.
"How come we've never seen her?" Vinnie demanded curiously. "We've been over to your house tons of times!"
A glazed look entered Stoker's green eyes as he looked between the children and the woman who were all looking at him for an explanation.
"You've never seen her, because she's dead." he answered in flat, serious tone.
"Oh my...I'm sorry. Jimmy was showing me some old pictures of you and your family, but I didn't know." Chaos stuttered, quiet mortified.
Stoker finished off his drink in one long gulp. "Not your fault, darlin'." he said. "But I think I'd best be getting these kids back home, before their mothers skin me and hang my pelt out to dry." he said.
He moved towards the door, picking up his helmet from the table, the kids obediently following after.
"Aw, Stoke, don't go away like this..." Jimmy said moving towards him then, looking worried.
Stoker smiled at him and patted him on the shoulder. "No worries, Jim. I'll be back later, promise. Just gotta get these kids home safe." he answered.
Jimmy nodded in understanding.
Chaos came up beside him then, "Oh, here..." she said, handing him his vest, which was slightly damp now.
Stoker took it with a smile. "Thanks, beautiful. I hope I'll see you tonight too?" he asked.
"Sure will, I'm Jimmy's waitress." she answered.
"Great. Later then," Stoker nodded, ushering the kids back out the door from whence they came.
"Ride free, citizens!' The brown-furred mouse waved as he stepped out after them.