Justice For Mars-Chapter 1
"Oh, man! This is a total drag! Where's the action?" Vinnie grumbled, arms folded, patting his fingers impatiently on his arm.
"These things take time, Vinnie." Modo replied to the very bored white mouse who rolled his scarlet eyes that was standing next to him.
"But all this waiting around is such a buzzkill. I gotta blow up something soon before I go nuts!' He groaned.
"Simmer down, bro. You'll get your chance for some action once we find the ones that murdered Harley's family." Throttle told him.
That quieted him down. His grumbling stopped. He looked down.
He still couldn't believe she was gone. Her trial and even worse, her execution, terrified him. He could still hear her agonizing, pitiful screams ringing in his ears. He had to look away as the laser blast ripped through her fur, flesh, and bone. Then it stopped as instantly as it had started. Her frightening image fused onto a disc then shot into deep space forever lost to him. These were the last memories he had of her.
If he only could've saved her from Mace...but it wouldn't have made much difference. She was already damaged. Destroyed from the day her family was taken from her. There was nothing he could've done.
The Biker Mice along with Charley, Carbine, and Stoker were back at Martian Command on Mars the next day. Carbine was on their computerized system accessing lost data files that one of their fighters had recovered after their war with the Plutarkians.
It contained classified information about the nine members of the Martian council. These were the ones who made up the Martian Mouse government. But it was heavily encrypted. It had more security on it than Fort Knox.
"Any luck, babe?" Throttle asked her.
"They put up this massive firewall here. I'm a high ranking officer of Martian Command. I should've had access to these files! It's not accepting my passcode!" Carbine replied, frustrated after the fifth try and slamming her hands on the table.
"They put all these security measures up for one reason: there's something in these files no one wants anyone to see." Stoker replied, " Fortunately, I know how to get past this firewall."
Carbine got up and Stoker sat down at the computer. He simply typed a few keystrokes and managed to open the files.
Pictures of Martian Mice along with their names in Martian appeared on the screen.
"It's them! The nine members of the Martian council." Throttle said.
"According to this, one of the members of the council bribed Plutarkian officials with Mars' national monument, Red Tower, so he would spare his life." Carbine said.
"Red Tower? Didn't we see that on Plutark that one time we accidentally got teleported there?" Modo asked.
"We sure did. Bet the Fish Heads didn't keep their promise." Vinnie said, "I trust those Reek Fishes as far as I can throw them!"
"Other members, at least four, are unaccounted for. The rest died as a result of smoke inhalation and fire due to the bombs the Fish Faces dropped on the Red House." Stoker replied.
"The Red House?" Charley asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, it looks a lot like the White House on Earth in Washington DC, but ours was red." Throttle explained, "The big shots lived there."
"Any idea where we can find them? Are they still on Mars?" Modo asked.
"1717 Scarborough Town." Stoker read, then handing them a printed piece of paper, "Here are their names."
"Then what are we waiting for? An invitation? Let's get them!" Vinnie said, getting on his bike and putting on his helmet.
"Vinnie, wait! There's something you need to know about that place." Throttle said.
"The scumbags that caused the deaths of Harley's family are there. That's all I need to know." He replied, taking off.
"Vinnie!" Charley called out, but he was already gone.
"Better go after him before he gets himself in a mess." Throttle sighed, getting on his own bike and putting on his helmet.
A leader's work is never done.
"You know how Vinnie is." Modo said, shaking his head, "Wild and reckless."
"It's a miracle he's lived this long." Throttle replied.
Modo put on his helmet and got on his bike.
"Be careful, guys." Charley called out.
"Come back safe, Mighty Mouse." Carbine told Throttle.
"Watch yourselves out there, rookies. Look after the punk." Stoker said.
Both mice waved at the three mice and rode off.
"Vinnie...please be safe." Charley whispered to herself as she watched them go.
...
The adrenaline fueled junkie sped his red Sports bike across Mars' massive landscape. While he loved racing on his beloved bike, he couldn't help but think about Harley. He knew the Plutarkians murdered Harley's parents at the request by their government. He remembered comforting her that night they both couldn't sleep.
Flashback...
"I lost my parents in this war, too." He told her, hands on her shoulders, "Losing you to Mace was just as bad. Harley, I love you."
"Oh, Vinnie, I love you, too, cutie." She purred, cupping his cheek in her hand.
Then they kissed. Her soft lips pressed against his. Her warm hands caressing his arms and shoulders aroused wild passion and fueled his desire. He began kissing the side of her neck. Their throes of passion transpired into a shared intimate night and morning of passion and romance.
"I love you, Vinnie Van Wham." She purred, between kisses.
"Love you back." He murmured, into her ear.
Then he remembered how he later learned she was the leader of the Nomad Rats.
"Harley, what are you doing? You're with them?"
"They're my people, Vinnie. They found me after Mace left me to die after he shot me. The Nomad Rats nursed me back to health. They showed me kindness and compassion. The Martian Mouse Freedom Fighters never came for me. They abandoned me!" Harley screamed, "You Biker Mice abandoned me!"
"It isn't true! We did try to find you! We searched everywhere. I never gave up the search even if the fighters dragged me off it." He told her.
"Everything was taken from me including my family!" She wailed.
"I'll kill anyone who gets in my way! I will have revenge!" She vowed.
She then tried to kill Stoker, his bros, and Charley. It ignited Vinnie's anger.
"I trusted her! How could she have...?" He thought to himself.
This stupid war! Losing people you love. It's what made her crazy. Heck, it made them all crazy sometimes. The important thing was not losing yourself in this war.
Flashback...
He was determined to make the ones that were responsible for killing Harley's family pay. He didn't care. He wanted revenge. Plain and simple.
"Vinnie, this is Throttle. Don't do anything stupid." He heard him through his radio.
"Wh-What was that? What's going on?" He lied, rolling a piece of cellophane plastic into the speaker.
"Don't try to muffle the sound and pretend you can't hear me." Throttle said, plainly riding up to him. Modo rode on the other side of him.
"Who, me?" Vinnie asked, innocently.
"You can't blame yourself for what happened to Harley, bro. She made her own choice." Throttle told him.
"Throttle's right. What happened to her family was bad, but it's no excuse to turn on your own people."Modo said.
"Yeah." Vinnie said, looking down, then up, "There it is, bros. Scarborough Town.
"The hideout of some of the worst war criminals on Mars. Keep your weapons handy, bros." Throttle said, twirling two blasters in his fingers.