Personal disclaimer: I didn't get to see a lot of the BMFM cartoons, but I
still love them. However, not being able to see a lot of the cartoons
doesn't give me a very good sense of history for the guys, so a lot of my
stories only involve the characters. I don't use some of the stuff that
happened in the actual cartoon because I simply don't know about it. So,
yes, in this story, the crash in Chicago was not the first trip to Earth
for one of the guys.
Legal stuff: I do not own the Biker Mice from Mars and I'm not making any money off of this. Wish I did, but I don't. If you DO own the Biker Mice, could you please release all of the episodes on DVD? Thank you
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Michele raced through the woods behind her house. Though only 14 years old, she knew the dark wilderness like the back of hands. She had been raised in this small Texas town and there really wasn't anything to do other than go exploring. She had never really been in the woods at night and her mother was going to kill her if she was caught, but Michele didn't care. She had been at her window, stargazing, when she saw something flash in the sky and fall into the trees. After slipping into a pair of hiking boots, she snuck out of her window and into the night. She figured it had to be a meteor, and she wanted to be the first to see it.
Finally, she saw a soft glow peaking from under some fallen trees. She remembered the stories of radiation from space, and the image of herself with 6 legs popped into her head. Michele giggled, but still stayed a few feet from the glowing object. A noise came from under the trees and she was instantly silent. Something was moving. Michele stepped back, her eyes growing wide. Her father had told her stories of aliens.could those stories be true? In answer, a hissing sound came from under the trees and slowly, the trees lifted as a metal panel lifted up to reveal the inside of a space ship. Michele stepped further back, ready to run, but the sound of someone groaning stopped her. Whatever was in the ship was hurt.
Michele quickly weighed the possibilities. If anyone else saw the space ship, they would be here soon and if they found a hurt alien then who knows what they would do to it. On the other hand, it might not be that hurt, and it might be dangerous. Another groan, one of obviously great pain, stopped Michele's train of thought. She cautiously walked toward the alien craft.
Inside the vessel, everything was a bit smashed. The fall into the trees had not been to kind to the small ship. Buttons flashed and wires poked out of the walls and sparked every few seconds. Michele stepped lightly through the debris on the floor, carefully watching every step. Another groan came from a few feet in front of her. Smoke was coming from one of the broken pieces of equipment and Michele's eyes watered, blurring her vision. She crouched down the get away from the smoke and wiped at her eyes. The pilot of the shuttle was alone, and looked trapped under a panel that had fallen from the ceiling. With a heave, Michele flipped the metal off of the being and looked down at it.
"A mouse?" She almost choked in shock. "A giant, tan mouse. Uh huh."
"Nishta." The mouse whispered. His eyes were open just a bit. "Nishta.doru."
"Umm.sure." Michele looped her arms under the alien's and started dragging him out of the space ship. "I don't know if I should move you, but I also don't know if this ship is going to blow up or not. Here's hoping you don't have any serious neck or back injuries, buddy."
Michele slowly but surely dragged the giant mouse from the ship. Still worrying that someone would show up and take her new acquaintance away, she dragged him about 20 feet away and behind some bushes.
"This is as far as I can drag you, fuzzy. Guess I'll just have to wait for you to wake up and see if you can walk." Michele meticulously checked him for any serious injuries. She found a few bad gashes and tore up a bit of her shirt to make some quick bandages. After deciding there was nothing more she could do without a first aid kit, Michele sat back against a tree and resumed her stargazing. This time, though, she was a bit more watchful.
Legal stuff: I do not own the Biker Mice from Mars and I'm not making any money off of this. Wish I did, but I don't. If you DO own the Biker Mice, could you please release all of the episodes on DVD? Thank you
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Michele raced through the woods behind her house. Though only 14 years old, she knew the dark wilderness like the back of hands. She had been raised in this small Texas town and there really wasn't anything to do other than go exploring. She had never really been in the woods at night and her mother was going to kill her if she was caught, but Michele didn't care. She had been at her window, stargazing, when she saw something flash in the sky and fall into the trees. After slipping into a pair of hiking boots, she snuck out of her window and into the night. She figured it had to be a meteor, and she wanted to be the first to see it.
Finally, she saw a soft glow peaking from under some fallen trees. She remembered the stories of radiation from space, and the image of herself with 6 legs popped into her head. Michele giggled, but still stayed a few feet from the glowing object. A noise came from under the trees and she was instantly silent. Something was moving. Michele stepped back, her eyes growing wide. Her father had told her stories of aliens.could those stories be true? In answer, a hissing sound came from under the trees and slowly, the trees lifted as a metal panel lifted up to reveal the inside of a space ship. Michele stepped further back, ready to run, but the sound of someone groaning stopped her. Whatever was in the ship was hurt.
Michele quickly weighed the possibilities. If anyone else saw the space ship, they would be here soon and if they found a hurt alien then who knows what they would do to it. On the other hand, it might not be that hurt, and it might be dangerous. Another groan, one of obviously great pain, stopped Michele's train of thought. She cautiously walked toward the alien craft.
Inside the vessel, everything was a bit smashed. The fall into the trees had not been to kind to the small ship. Buttons flashed and wires poked out of the walls and sparked every few seconds. Michele stepped lightly through the debris on the floor, carefully watching every step. Another groan came from a few feet in front of her. Smoke was coming from one of the broken pieces of equipment and Michele's eyes watered, blurring her vision. She crouched down the get away from the smoke and wiped at her eyes. The pilot of the shuttle was alone, and looked trapped under a panel that had fallen from the ceiling. With a heave, Michele flipped the metal off of the being and looked down at it.
"A mouse?" She almost choked in shock. "A giant, tan mouse. Uh huh."
"Nishta." The mouse whispered. His eyes were open just a bit. "Nishta.doru."
"Umm.sure." Michele looped her arms under the alien's and started dragging him out of the space ship. "I don't know if I should move you, but I also don't know if this ship is going to blow up or not. Here's hoping you don't have any serious neck or back injuries, buddy."
Michele slowly but surely dragged the giant mouse from the ship. Still worrying that someone would show up and take her new acquaintance away, she dragged him about 20 feet away and behind some bushes.
"This is as far as I can drag you, fuzzy. Guess I'll just have to wait for you to wake up and see if you can walk." Michele meticulously checked him for any serious injuries. She found a few bad gashes and tore up a bit of her shirt to make some quick bandages. After deciding there was nothing more she could do without a first aid kit, Michele sat back against a tree and resumed her stargazing. This time, though, she was a bit more watchful.