New biker in Chi town
Chapter One a Fatefur meeting:
(A.N i don't own biker mice from mars the only characters i own are Tar-Re and Syrus. I hope you all enjoy my story. I'm all up for ideas about this for bad guys and stuff feel free to pm them on my review also if you find you don't like this first chapter don't continue to read thanks)
In a distant part of the Milky Way about twenty light years from Earth and Mars was a planet called Muris 3. There were three races of life-sized rodents from the sand raiders of the desert, the Rats of mountains and of course the mice that lived in largely populated cities and countryside. The mice of Muris 3 were special they had long antenna on their heads that were the color of blue. The mice on mars had red colored antenna from the iron oxides in the stratospheric exposure. This story takes place at the palace where at the top of balcony as they hear her royal highness speaks, "People of Muris 3 I am happy to announce that we will be signing the peace treaty, w/e the interstellar council rejoice my subjects we shall be a great empire of the galaxy." The Queen of Muris 3 seemed happy in her daily life, but at times she seemed down since her assent to the throne at such a tender age of thirteen she had to grow up very quickly, her name was Tar-Re Night shade. Tar-Re had it all servants to wait on her hand and foot, advisers to give her insight about what was on her mind, but yet something was missing. Tar-Re felt lonely and wanted more than just a common day of royal duties and being served. So in the decade she spent on the throne. She had gotten a secret hobby riding motor cycles. It was the adrenaline that made it worthwhile the winds of speed blowing in her hair and smell of the race tracks that made her love speed.
For months she always rode a common hover craft, sure it was a fun ride, but it wasn't enough kick. She wanted something that had real power, something that could ride hard w/e speed to boot. Tar-Re wanted a motor cycle that would make her guards rides look like crap, with the advance in tech a machine could be made to her specifications, looking through all the biker magazines she had hidden Tar-Re had found what she had wanted a bike to all other rides to shame something that was the perfect fit just for her.
Grabbing the rope she rang for a servant, with in several seconds later a male grey mouse silently bowing before asking, "What is your wish my lady?"
Nodding her head Tar-Re answered, "I wish to have a motor cycle made to my custom design send for my most talented mechanics in the entire planet and don't speak of this to anyone."
With her orders relayed the grey colored, servant, he-mouse left most hastily, within several hours the most talented wrench jockeys of her planet were before her bowing before her showing off their rides. The first to show off his machine was a brown colored mouse looking at the machine Tar-Re waved her hand expressing that it wasn't what she was looking for. After all the most talented mice showed their stuff Tar-Re wasn't pleased with the results that she got up off her throne and went for a walk.
While walking through the many halls of the palace Tar-Re entered a large room that with a door that read "Hall of Records" there she found a desk and found two books from the main archives one that had the words Colony Census and the other had Colony Careers on it. Skimming through the pages of each manuscript of the records same words keeping getting her attention, these words were "Hall of heroes."
in a section 3, paragraph 4 in the chapter, Hall of Heroes, Tar-Re took her hand and scanned down the names of the different mice til she spotted the latest names added to the file recently that caught her attention were Stoker, Scabbard and Syrus. Running down the names she began reading the information on each ones colors, ages, talents, and locations: the first she read was Stoker, aged 45 years, color tan gender male talents include sciences in Terra forming, geologist, and general of the Martian freedom fighters. The second name read Scabbard Le Rio aged 47 years color brown gender male talents include army command specialist. It was the third name that caught Tar-Re's eye. Syrus D. Winder aged 43 years color grey gender male talents included ammunition expert, AI engineering, and motorcycle mechanics. After reading Syrus' description and credentials Tar-Re sat up in her chair blurring out, "Bingo, we have a winner, this he-mouse is the perfect candidate for my perfect ride." Closing the books Tar-Re chuckled to herself, "This's perfect, now all I need to do is find a way to get him here..."
Arriving at her throne Tar-Re sat down, finally having the plans figured out to get Syrus to Muris 3, and grabbing the rope that rang the bell to send for the servants for her needs. In the most haste her servant arrived asking, "what is it you ask my lady?" Tar-Re with a smile, ordered "yes I have a request that is there's a mouse on the colony Mars by the name of Syrus D. Winder, It is my wish that he be brought here by any means necessary. By that I am meaning in good health and not harmed in any way. That's an order" hearing her orders the royal guards launched a ship heading to Mars at warp speed.
Elsewhere in the galaxy Syrus D. Winder was out on patrol minding his concerns looking any Plutarkian forces that were in the area. At the top of a large sand dune while looking through his binoculars Syrus seen nothing to report, but sand and his bike. Thinking out loud Syrus called, "In this wild and woolly universe there's three things a mouse needs to depend on and they are your brains, your Bros and your bike. I just hope that tan young blood (Throttle) understands that when he's out on the front lines fighting for Mars." Up above Mars upper stratosphere the Murian battle cruiser had arrived at the same time had discovered Syrus' location and launched forces to acquire him. Still in his place Syrus noticed something on his radar scope heading right for him, not knowing if they were friend or foe. Syrus put on his helmet and blazed out saying, "Rock and ride." The royal forces were hot on his trail having corned him in a canyon not too far from where they had landed.
On his com Syrus informed, "This is Syrus can you read I am now in a fire fight with some unknown forces. They have been in my place but so far haven't shot any bullets at me. All they have shot are canisters of some unknown substance please send me help a.s.a.p."
Not noticing it a canister of the stuff landed by him releasing green fumes Syrus kicked the can away accidentally breathing them in. Syrus felt his body go numb, at the same time sleepy. The masked guards had gathered around him securing his restrains before passing out, Syrus moaned, "Why are you doing this. You are mice like me zzzzzz..." Syrus regained consciousness, to find he was in a large cell with chains on his hands and legs, while his bike was in a holding cell beeping and honking looking for its master. Walking pass his cell a solider was standing guard, shaking his chains Syrus demanded, "Why in the hell was I captured and where are you scum bags taking me I want answers NOW!" turning to face him, the soldier jested, "I'm not allowed to show any information commander you'll have to take it up with the one who ordered for you. So be still sir." Sitting back down on the bench Syrus added, "Could you at least tell me where we're headed son." The soldier nodded, "we are heading for Muris 3, our home planet." Syrus' eyes widen when hearing of his place of imprisonment he had only heard old mice tells of such a place he didn't expect the place so real. Syrus leaned against his cell wall, breathing hard as a loud voice came on the intercom echoing "We are now in final descent of stratosphere of Muris 3 all aboard must brace for impact of the landing pad. Please patience must be requested, as we land thank you."
When the ship landed Syrus and his bike being removed from their holding cells and loaded on a transporter headed to the palace. The bike still beeping loudly was jolting in place from the restrain chains around its metallic frame. Syrus scooted over to his bike petted it, softly cooed, "their old friend we will get out of this mess calm down Femme Fatale. It's OK..." Meanwhile Tar-Re had heard of the news that Syrus was here, she dressed in her street clothes, and hurried down to the main entrance of the palace to await the arrival of the he mouse excited to meet him. Upon reaching the palace the transporter ship stopped as Syrus and his bike felt the breaks in the back stopping so fast that he landed on his butt with a loud THUD. The doors of the transporter were quickly opened that the shine from the sun blared Syrus in his eyes making him shut them so fast the guards escorted him to main doors guiding him to the destination and to who had sent for his capture. Finally Syrus was going to meet the master mind of his capture.
Inside the lobby Syrus looked around the architecture wooing at each site he took in. the guards not talking or saying anything stopped at dead attention as Tar-Re stood to greet them. Saluting her they nodded, "Majesty we have done as ordered the prisoner here." Walking around Tar-Re looked at Syrus' like he was an object. Inspecting his every movement, his looks and of course the thing that caught her eye was his biker clothes. With a slight smile Tar-Re walked over to his bike and slowly smiled as well while the bike beeped and honked somehow the bike calmed down at touch of her hands touching the handle bars. She turned around walked to find Syrus still in his chains. Tar-Re ordered, "Release him, he's not a prisoner, nor is he our enemy." Syrus chained, as he looked at the strange young she-mouse who was now ogling his machine with such a hungered look. Walking to his bike, Syrus spoke, "So you like my ride babe." Smiling Tar-Re implied, "Yes I do and let me introduce myself my name is Tar-Re night shade, queen of Muris 3. You have a very fine machine. Please let me explain why you are here now. I am in need a fine mechanic to make me my perfect ride of all the so-called wants to bees in this galaxy yours was the one that caught my eye." Standing up Syrus jested, "So let me get this straight I got gassed, chained and brought here just because some prissy spoiled royalist wanted a motorcycle. Look sister I don't know what your mommy taught you, but there's something a young she-mouse should understand and that is kidnapping is wrong." Pointing her finger at him Tar-Re busted out, "Listen in Mr. Winder, I'm not some spoiled little teenage young blood I'm 23 yrs. old, the ruler of both Muris 3 and the colony Mars. I wasn't ordering you to make my machine out of force I am hiring you to do it understood and I've been fascinated with the colony since my mom took me there when I was little. I was hoping we could be friends' old-timer." Stunned Syrus answered, "So is that all huh well I guess we're friends and I'll start on your bike when things calm down for me little lady." Sniffing the air around him Tar-Re suggested, "Also you need be uncontaminated doesn't the colony know the meaning of the word bath. "Snapping her fingers Tar-Re finished, "Ladies please escort Mr. Winder to the baths for his cleansing, and we don't the iron oxides of his fur to fill the area of my palace."
Syrus being sent to a large room, the floors being made of solid marble there were mice in special suits: them being male of course. They grabbed him and removed his clothes leaving him practically naked except his boxers. They shoved him into the shower was so he could be cleansed. Syrus removed his boxers placed his hand on a button that activated the water jets that shot water on his fur soaking him. Out of nowhere a large pair of robot arms began to wash his long shaggy hair using soap after that. He got covered in suds; the shower automatically rinsed him off. There he peeped out grabbing the towel and his boxers. Still is his towel Syrus was taken to another room where a doctor began checking him over. Through the glass Tar-Re laughed at Syrus, whilst being checked from head to tail. Syrus gave her a dirty look as she was still laughing. The doctored called, "My lady the subject's been checked and we have noticed he's been vaccinated for W.R.S. what are your next orders." Tar-Re ordered, "Get him some clothes of his choice then have him meet me in the throne room." Syrus went to find some clothes similar to the ones he was wearing got dressed and entered the throne room. Tar-Re was sitting on a large chair waiting. Syrus sat down on a chair provided for him, bowing before he sat. Tar-Re addressed, "so Mr. Winder I have some plans for my bike I would like to show you that I seen in these pictures." Looking at the pictures Syrus explained, "You can call me Syrus, This bike you want should be a sporty type, it shouldn't be not a problem for my ability, also I can arrange for a DNA recognizer if that is your wish my lady, for the color of the bike I would say purple would be perfect since your crown has purple stones. Also you should have an anti-theft device installed in case of thieves. I'll install an AI system just like mine and it will talk to you as well. So what do you think of my ideas ma'am." Ogling at the ideas Tar-Re smiled, " I like it, when can you began on the machine." Syrus finished, "Show me my work shop and I'll start tomorrow."
Four months later,
Tar-Re had done her duties as queen, during her free time she would go down to Syrus' work shop to see the progress of her bike and to visit with he-mouse, who now was like a father figure to her. Tar-Re would practice riding on his bike to get a handle of the controls and would also go riding on the back learning about machines matrix. While Syrus was busy at work on her bike. Tar-Re came rushing down in the work shop sliding down the large stair rail going "Woo hooo Syrus you ready for some major motor cycle practice I managed to get the guards detracted, so that we can leave ok. As queen I say let's go." Putting his torch wrenches and tools away Syrus got up off the floor of the work shop and activated his bike and a bike he called Gracie. Sitting on Femme Fatale Syrus instructed, "Now when using this bike make sure you pull up the kick stand ease yourself on to the seat grab the handle bars and squeeze the lower gas peddles and rev the main engine til it purrs so nicely."
Doing as told Tar-Re started the bike and rev the engine nicely it sounded so nice vibrating under her tail, she put on the purple helmet made for her, boasted, "Let's take our rides out for some serious riding." Shaking his head Syrus chuckled while they opened the garage doors and rode out on the open roads of the palace gardens. When they arrived at the palace walls Tar-Re revved Gracie and jumped the palace wall and howled with delight at her first in major stunts. Giving the bike more boosts Tar-Re began speeding up, leaving Syrus in the dust. in the wind path Syrus yelled, "you princess ease up you're going to end up crashing Gracie." in her rear view Tar-Re echoed, "its ok we are almost where I wanted to show you." When she arrived at the place Tar-Re slowed down and the bike braked to a stop. Syrus took off his helmet, his eyes widened at the site of a large beautiful meadow like area. From the top of the hill he saw masses of lust greenery and colors of all of rainbow at the same time. Seeing a site brought a tear to the old grey mouse's eye.
Amazed at the beauty Syrus sang, "This place is beautiful Tar-Re what is this place called princess." Getting up off Gracie Tar-Re cooed, "It's called Celestial Fields my mom used to take me here as a yearling. There is so many fine memories I have of her when I'm here I can sense something special like she's still here looking out for me." Hearing about her mom, Syrus wondered, "Tell me about your mother what was she like and how did she pass away."
looking down Tar-Re began, "My mom was the most prominent ruler of Muris 3, the rats and sand raiders respected her the populace loved her and so did my father. You must understand there's a lot I don't know about my mom. So it's hard to understand her. You see I wasn't born on Muris. I was born on earth. I'm half Terrain or so my mom told me. My mom lived for about 6 years on Earth before she gave birth to me. When it was known that if I was a female she had to return to Muris 3 its tradition. She was a good mom. When I was 5 I went to Mars with her, she was learning about the colony and met someone named Mago. Mago had a little white he-mouse with her. I was his playmate til mom left I gave the little white male a purple bandanna to remember me by its been almost 18 yrs. since I've seen him I bet he doesn't even remember me. I was 13 when mom got sick the doctors said it was from the exposure on Earth. Tetra hydra carbons did a number on her and eventually it took her life. The last thing she told me was being happy and to find someone to love me for me and not my throne." with her story done she asked, "Tell me about yourself Syrus, what was your life back on Mars."
Pulling out a drink Syrus told his story, "On mars was a place of beauty and paradise til Plutark totaled the land. We began fighting back against them eventually they dug up all of our solid ground and all the water was gone. We are barely able to live well. There were 3 young bloods engaging the Plutarkian scourge. They were hard hitters like my Bros and I were."
Getting interested Tar-Re interrupted, "Tell me about these hard-core he-mice the way you talk about them it's like they are so awesome."
Shaking his head Syrus continued, "Well your highness. Hold on and let me continue. The first of these young bloods was a tan he-mouse with a mind for leadership, he showed his fellow mice what to do in any situation I believe the tan males name is Throttle, the second of the young bloods was a hard-core, muscle-bound grey he-mouse with a soft side for his mom and those who were in need. He never harmed the weak, his temper aimed for the bad guys he went by the name of Modo. And finally there was the third of the young bloods a white he-mouse that had a taste for speed and weapons. Whenever having the chance to show off... he did. His name was Vincent... I can say this about them they were the best team of Bros. they are probably still fighting for freedom. During the time when Plutark was on Mars these fellas made sure to fight back as hard as the stone itself. Stoker, my best friend and bro became general while I was in charge of some of the lower troops. If I could help mars I would give my life for it. Each one lost something in that war, Throttle lost his sight, Modo his arm, and Vinnie lost half his left face. we all lost things in that war I lost my wife and daughter so before you took me from mars I was going to go down in a blaze of glory fighting those stink fish. Also I did notice something about Vinnie that hot-shot he seems to always protect his favorite purple neckerchief."
Syrus noticed a thing hanging around her neck, a piece of rock tied on a string. The stone had some iron oxide to it. Moving to have a closer see Syrus thought, "Oh my that's a Martian rock how Tar-Re would get such a thing."
Rubbing his hairy chin, Syrus questioned, "Tar-Re how may I ask how did you get acquire a piece of mars."
Holding out her rock Tar-Re explained, "I got this from a little white he-mouse that lived with Mago. He was my playmate. Mom would be busy with her duties. Mago was my mouse sitter before mom and I left mars he picked up a Martian rock and gave it to remember him by. Pulling an old fated torn picture Tar-Re pointed out, "see here this is the little white he-mouse right there. He has the other half of the photo. We were playing in the sand. When that when we had that photograph it's been so long since I have talked about my mom, Syrus you seem to cheer me up. and if the little white he-mouse was still around I don't think he'd even remember me or what I even look like. I know I'll never forget him, how he was so sweet and kind. It makes me wonder what he's been up to all these years."
Syrus smiled at Tar-Re even since he came to Muris 3, things for him wasn't so bad, he had regained his confidence in working on machines, working hard and being able to help someone who'd listen to his story. Tar-Re's hair pin came out and her hair flowed in the wind so nice. Syrus knew that Tar-Re needed to find someone for herself that could understand and needed to get off Muris to do it. After a few mines of quiet Syrus finished, "your highness we better head back before your guards find we are missing." Putting her hair back up Tar-Re nodded and got back on Gracie and they both sped back to the palace leaving with the sunset behind them.
When Tar-Re and Syrus returned to the palace her advisers were all distraught about her leaving and gave her and ear full telling her that a suitor had come to see about meeting her. Tar-Re spoke, "Syrus thanks for the fun time. I'll check back soon about my bike and I want to hear more stories about mars." Syrus and his other bike headed back to his work shop. Syrus went to work a.s.a.p. for the young princess. He knew in his mind that she needed to find happiness. Muris 3 wasn't the place for her to find it. What she needed was the one whom she had a bond with as a young-ling. So with most haste Syrus went to work on the bike to get it done as soon as possible.
Back in the throne room Tar-Re being greeted, by her latest suitor a male brown mouse with a snobby sense of himself. Tar-Re rolled her eyes while the young male was trying to sell himself off, Shaking her head Tar-Re jested, "Duo is it, don't take this the wrong way, but the way you have carrying yourself shows me that you are selling yourself thinking that looks are what I am looking for. It's for my subjects. That I look for a potential mate. Someone who puts his own needs ahead of his underlings isn't the way. You see me as a stepping stone for power and obligation. My duty is to my serve the populace not myself. also I'm wanting someone who'll love me for me and not for my place. I bid you good luck and good-bye." feeling insulted Duo turned his nose in discuss while he headed to the doors. Tar-Re got off the throne, headed to her royal living chambers with her adviser following her mad as ever.
Gyro grumbled, "My lady that was the 9th suitor in 4 months what has gotten into you these days. The members of parliament are getting anxious about you being your age and not married you don't have much time left you must get married and with a Herr by the age of 30 other wise you'll lose the ability to reproduce."
At her bedroom door, Tar-Re pointed out, "I know I'll find one to marry there's just no males here for me I may need to see about a different angle about it Good night Gyro."
Getting ready for bed Tar-Re let down her hair and brushed it looking into her mirror she seen the stone on her neck wondering could it be that I need to go to mars to find my true mate. Tucking her in and placing her crown on the bust next to her bed Tar-Re settled for a long night's sleep of dreams and thinking of what to do. While down in the work shop Syrus had finally completed the bike for Tar-Re, the perfect motor cycle in a new series of machines of AI technology. Syrus headed to his room and went to bed happy with his work.
Tossing and turning Tar-Re began to dream something so much she smiled while she slept,
Flash back 18 years ago...
Tar-Re age 5
Looking through a window a little tan she young-ling excited about where she was going. Sitting and squirmed the little one was wanting to know about the place they were going. Little Tar-Re asked, "Mommy... mommy where are we headed to. I'm so excited that I can't sit still please tell Me." looking at her daughter, Queen Tonya spoke, "Tar-Re, we're headed to mars; it's a colony our kind inhabited a long time ago. I have to do some diplomatic things. as future queen sweetie you're to understand that you treat all your subjects with equality and respect going to mars is how I can show all those I rule that I care for them to help in any needs what the colonist need." petting her daughters ears queen sang softly. While the royal ship landed on mars with a smooth landing. Several hours later Tar-Re woke to find herself in a side car of a motorcycle that was escorting her mother and her to citadel where her mom had to meet with the tribunal council. When they arrived Tonya took Tar-Re out of the side car and met up with the one who was helping her on Mars, madam Mago.
Looking at Mago, Tonya introduced, "my name is Queen Tonya and this is my daughter Tar-Re. you've been instructed to watch her whilst I am here to handle things about the colony. Please take good care of her. "Tar-Re began crying wanting her mommy Mago picked her up assured, "Now... now little one I'm not mean. It'll be ok your mommy has to do grown-up mouse things. So you be a good little she-mouse while you're here if you must know your mom's timing was perfect. I have my nephew living with me; he's your age and needs a playmate. You and he will get along perfectly. Now come along."
Mago took Tar-Re to her home in a small Martian village, that was simple and humble Mago got out of her bike and whistled, out of one of the huts came a grey furred she-mouse with three little younglings walking to little white male young-ling Mago wondered, "Vincent has my little male been a good he-mouse for Mrs. Grey furred." Little Vincent nodded, "yes auntie Mago. I've been a good little he-mouse. Auntie who's that hiding behind your legs." Moving Mago answered, "Well this is Tar-Re, she's your playmate til her mommy's finished. So you'll be good and play nice with her. ok." little Vincent nodded, "ok I'll play with her." grabbing Tar-Re's hand he finished, "come on let's go play."
In little Vincent's room there were all sorts of toys to play with from a teddy bear to a tricycle. Tar-Re was so shy that she sat in a corner while Vincent played. After about 10 mins of revving a toy motorcycle Vincent noticed Tar-Re wasn't playing with any of his toys. Crawling over Vincent asked, "Why aren't you playing don't you like toys." looking shy Tar-Re lisped, "I'm really shy and I miss my mommy." Standing up Vincent pointed out, "you should play it will help pass the time." Grabbing her hand he took her outside to his swings, Vincent coaxed, "come on sweetheart get on the swing so I can push you. It's not so bad when you get used to it. Sitting on the swing Tar-Re felt the swing move she was a little scared but after a bit she got the hang of the speed of the swing Vincent joined her on a swing next to her saying, "wow so fun, when I grow up. I'm gonna be the best mamma-jam-ma in the galaxy." Vincent jumped off the swing landing on his feet; Tar-Re joined him but landed head first in the dirt. Helping her out of the dirt Tar-Re's hair came undone from her purple bandanna that covered her ears and hair, it was long and silky braid that was down to her tail. Covering her hair Tar-Re cried, "My hair it's all dirty from the dust." Vincent dusted her off and used his tail to clear the dirt from her hair. Smiling Tar-Re bowed, "thank you Vincent for the help." Vincent in a playful tone, "you can call me Vinnie all my friends do. You are my friend so you call me that." Tar-re blushed a little shyly responded, "OK... by the way you're sweet." Little Vinnie helped her off the ground and they both headed to play in the sand box. Tar-Re began to put some sand in a bucket to start on a little castle. Vincent took off his little shoes placing his feet in the sand. Wanting attention little Vincent pleaded, "Hey princess ever put your feet in the sand?" Looking at his dirty feet Tar-Re answered, "No I haven't its too dirty for my royal toes. Mom says a princess should never dirty her feet." Vincent leaped out of the sand and tackled her taking off her shoes and socks placing her feet in the warm dry sand. Tar-Re squeaked when Vincent was on her, but she felt the sand between her toes she calmed down a bit after that they both laughed at having fun. Mago seen from the window at the two little young ones and got out her camera to take a picture of her little nephew having so much. At the same time Vincent and Tar-Re were working on the castle together smiling so happy. Mago walked out to the sand box with her camera, calling, "yoo hooo little ones smile for the camera." Tar-Re and Vincent smiled as the flash went off taking a picture of them. When the photo came out of the camera. both Tar-Re and Vincent wanted to have the picture they started fighting over it until Mago took the photo and tearing it down the center she smiled, " you both can have a piece of the photo Vincent you take the one with Tar-Re and Tar-Re you take the one with Vincent."
Over the three months Tar-Re and Vincent became such friends and playmates that Tonya would have to beg her little one to go with her to some of the royal functions on mars. Mago was a good babysitter for the little princess. Tonya still had much to handle about some of the problems about Mars lack of water and resources. That it would be handled to give Martian colonists. What was needed to survive until a more permanent thing could be arranged. It had been a long three months for the queen and her daughter. That it was getting time for them to head back to Muris 3. On the last day of their trip Tar-Re cried, "mommy I want to see Vincent before we go, I want to give him something to remember me by can we go please." Tonya sighed, "We only have a few hours before our ship leaves. So we need to hurry and find Mago ok." Tonya got on her com link asking the driver to look for Mago. That she could thank her for helping. They hurried and drove to Mago's home where she was about to go with Vincent.
Tar-Re leaped out of the transporter crying, "Vinnie wait I have something I want to give you before I go." Vincent turned to find her huffing from the hard running and tripping on her feet, he helped her off the ground saying, "What have you got for me." Pulling off her purple bandanna from her hair and tying it around his neck, she huffed, "this is for you Vinnie to remember me by if we don't ever see each other again." blushing Vincent mumbled, "I don't have anything for you. " picking up a rock from his aunt's garden and putting it into her hand he continued, "here this is for you to remember me by. I know it's not much, but hey sweetheart it's thought that counts." holding the rock Tar-Re giggled, "its ok I'll keep it forever." Hugging him Tar-Re finished, "you'll always be my best friend... Vincent "kissing his forehead she blushed as her mom and Vincent's aunt said at once, "awe so cute." Tar-Re and her mom got on the space ship waving good-bye to the little Vincent and his aunt, Vincent touching his bandanna thought, "This will be my good luck charm."
end flash back.
After the dream Tar-Re opened her eyes, sitting up in her bed she had come, to a decision about her fate in the future that she leaped out of her and scurried down to Syrus' room pounding on the door loud enough to wake him from his sound sleep. At the door Tar-Re called, "Syrus wake up I need to talk to you hurry and get up old-timer." Syrus heard a loud pounding at his door, in his boxers; he grabbed his pants and put them on. He walked over to his door opened it, and found Tar-Re at his door.
Stretching his arms, as he pointed her to a chair, Syrus yawned, "What is it princess it's like really early in the morning? What brings you here at this time of the night?"
Sitting in the chair Tar-Re in a serious tone, "I've made my decision about my fate and my future. What you talked about had something to do with it. So I wanted to talk to you about it."
Still tired Syrus implied, "ok what is it that you wish to say?" making her tone louder Tar-Re jested, "I've decided to go to mars." eyes widen Syrus added, "your highness mars is no place for a she-mouse like you. Don't get me wrong my lady, but mars is too dangerous for you. "
shaking her head Tar-Re continued, "I'm not going to mars Syrus, I was joking I mean to say I'm going to go to Earth my mom went there when she was my age so I'm curious about the blue planet."
Yawning more Syrus nodded, "yaw Tar-Re it would be the best route to go to earth. Earth is the only planet not being threatened by Plutark. So in my advice I say go for it maybe you will find the one you're meant for. Hell Ill even come visit yaw if I have time off."
Getting up Tar-Re lisped, "Thanks for listening"
Walking back to his bed Syrus finished, "you're welcome and come by my workshop I have something for you."
Heading to the door Tar-Re nodded, "ok until morning good night."
Yawning a little Tar-Re realized it was late so she bowed her head to Syrus and headed back to her room having made her mind up about what her fate and future was. The next morning Tar-Re woke up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed she hurried up and got her clothes on and rushed down to Syrus' workshop. When she got there the old grey mouse was working on his bike making some changes to it. There in the corner was a large tarp with something under it. Tar-Re began to get curious at what the old mouse had made.
Tapping his shoulder, Tar-Re wondered, "What's that under the tarp?"
Walking over and pulling off the tarp, Syrus announced, "you highness may I present your new ride."
Pulling off the tarp and showing Tar-Re her new ride Syrus described, "This is a super bike, [as with the super sport class on mars. This fine piece of technology is the first in my new class of bikes called the z series, many of the models in this series that shall be used on Muris 3 for competing in super bike races. Or for you my lady it'll be for defense on Earth should you need it. Z series bikes are an open class, hyper sport or hyper bike. In terms you can understand sometimes they're used in lieu of as a catch-all for everything larger than middleweight ones on mars such as the one a certain young blood, these bikes are in a class above the sport bikes of Mars. For the largest displacement for your sport bike with the highest top speeds it can reach, your bikes weight is somewhat smaller than the super bike class modified from. As a precaution I added some things to it such as what I had promised a DNA recognizer if that it can only be rode by you, for the color of the bike I made it purple, an anti-theft device also installed in case of thieves and. I installed an AI system just like mine has and it can talk. you can shut of the talking feature should you think it necessary." in my upcoming work will be designing more bikes like this one."
Clapping her hands Tar-Re oohed, "you did more than I had hoped. You made it worth it plus more. You exceeded my expectations in craftsman ship and design. Is it ok that I sit on it to check out the feel of my perfect ride?"
Leading her over to it Syrus insisted, "yaw sit on it missy have a feel of the smooth seat and grip the handle bars so it can adjust to your hands. Now turn the key and start it up."
Tar-Re turned the key the bike activated, "DNA sample recognized and confirmed. Please give the codes for memorization sequence."
Confused Tar-Re asked, "what does memorization code mean exactly."
Shaking his head Syrus chuckled, "it means you have to name your bike all Martian bikes have codes in order for them for activation, just give it a name so it can know you as its operator."
Revving the bike Tar-Re stated, "From this day on this bike shall be known as Zlan vital. Zlan Vital activate on my command."
The bike answered, "Motorization code Zlan vital confirmed... I am ready when her majesty wishes."
Pointing to Syrus, Tar-Re ordered, "Syrus, get on your bike and let's test my new bike out. We'll go once around the palace grounds then back here."
Nodding and throwing her a purple bike helmet Syrus complied, "As you wish, here princess wear this. Let's rock and ride."
On their bikes Tar-Re and Syrus rode out the workshop doors hooting and howling while the guards chased them. Through her rear view mirror she laughed as she sped up on her bike leaving them in the dust. Syrus put his foot on the gas to keep up with her. Tar-Re revved up her bike horror, vooRRR, and vooRRR vrooom. The increased speed made it go fast that the exhaust made the guards choke from the fumes. Tar-Re loved the speed of her new ride she did two wheelies and became a show off. Syrus laughed at the sight of her having so much he also revved his bike horror, vooRRR, vooRRR vrooom. They rode for a two laps before heading back to the workshop. When Tar-re and Syrus got back they screeched to a halt from the speed. Tar-Re took off her helmet from such fun her hair flowing softly down her back. She placed her helmet on her bike and headed to the throne room to make her announcements. Syrus walked over to her bike polishing it getting it ready for transport to her ship for departure for earth.
Sitting on her throne Tar-Re announced, ""my subjects I have decided in order for me to better become a better ruler. I have to go to earth to investigate about the colony and if one of our allies has broken out seize fire treaty fear not. I won't be going for my own reasons imp going to find myself a possible mate. For the empire needs a king as well. So my fellow rodents are well." to her servants she called, "is my ship ready for takeoff?" one answered, "Yes my lady all is green for your departure." "Good," Tar-Re finished, "I'm headed there now."
At the space port Syrus being like a father figure gave her some advice, "princess is careful of the dangers of space keep your nose clean. And remember in this wild and woolly universe there are three things that matter, your brains, your friends and your bike. Should you meet those young bloods tell em' o' Syrus is still alive ok." hugging Syrus, Tar-Re nodded, "I'll remember thanks."
The ship launched perfectly Tar-Re got into orbited and headed for Earth wanting to get there quick she activated the hyper-drive and she arrived about two weeks later. From her window she seen Earth for an only a short bit, the planet with its beauty, she had only heard about it from her mother. it was so romantic with a large white moon orbiting it. Such large blue oceans and lush lands that showed colors of greens and browns it was so beautiful. Orbiting what looked a large land mass. Zooming her scope of the large land mass she entered the data of what she seen. the computer spoke, "Shown here on radar is north America, the third largest continent on earth and is the fourth ranked in population known for its many forms of land formations. It's been known to have all types of climates from extreme heat in its summer to harsh cold during its winters." wanting to see more Tar-Re ordered, "zoom in closer on that land mass until we see some sort of city. " the computer zoomed about 500 times magnification there she seen a vast metropolis sign that read "Chicago." Tar-Re's curiosity grew more as she was watching something ever so interesting on her scope.
Back on Earth the biker mice from mars were settling into learning about Earths customs from hot dogs and root beer to watching TV. The trio of he-mice consist of Throttle, a tan he-mouse with a mind for leadership, he showed his fellow mice what to do in any situation, Modo, a hard-core, muscle-bound grey he-mouse with a soft side for his mom and those who were in need. And finally Vinnie, a white he-mouse that had a taste for speed and weapons and a total show off. they were kicking back when the news lady was reporting that all the glass of Chicago that was being stolen. Throttle was the one, noticing Grease pit and his moron crew robbing the junk yard of all the glass. Modo and Vinnie seen the glass being sucked into a large machine. the boys surged out of the last chance headed for the junk yard ready for action and a good tail whipping. when they arrived grease pit was loading the last of the glass in the glass sucker.
on his bike Vinnie blurred out, " ow looks like we have some glass thieves. how's about we play my favorite game of shooting turkeys in a barrel." petting his bike Modo agreed, "sounds like the perfect game to me bro. " Throttle revved his bike and counted down, "3.2.1 bros let's do shoot out number six." all three revved their bikes in unison, Grease pit didn't know what's about to happen. Throttle bolted first at the goons pressing a button where a large gun game out of his front and shot the goons ride full of holes. Vinnie leaped up and knocked off the goons in the second car leaving them in a dumpster filled with holes. Modo finished the move throwing the last of the goons and Grease pit on top of the others, kissing his fingers,"now that's how a move goes bros." The trio slapped fists in victory while Grease pit and cronies were thrown:back to Limburger tower waiting to get an ass chewing from the main big cheese. Limburger wasn't to happy about the now broken window in his office that he pressed his button to send for Karbunkle.
Limburger bellowed, "karbunkle, get your scientific ass up here A.S.A.P. I need to see if you have anything or anyone able in handling those meddlesome motorcycle mice." Karbunkle sneered, "what is my raunchy ripeness?" walking around his office Limburger squealed, "I need a way to get all the glass in Chicago to Plutark for the high chair-man help me." pulling a switch Karbunkle revealed, "be amazed, your royal shitty one, the latest villain the Sand burner." the ugly alien addressed, "ill take all the sand and make you lots of glass for Plutark." in his ride Sand burner blew out of Limburger plaza to wreak havoc on the people of Chicago his first target was the lake sand bar.
At the sand bar the biker mice were enjoying a nice break with Charley-girl. rocking out and having some dogs. Throttle was relaxing on a beach chair Sitting on a chair Vinnie was drooling at Charley's bathing suit while Modo was petting his bike and cleaning it.
Throttle asked, "yo Modo toss me a cold one."
Grabbing a drink Modo jested, "here bro catch."
catching it and pulling the tap Throttle took a sip, breathed, "mmmmmm... that's some good root beer it really hits the spot on a hot day like this."
ogling Charley, Vinnie added, "bro that's not the only hot thing around check out how Charley-girls sizzling in that bathing suit. Ow man shes toasted the beach up. "
Charley not liking the hungered look in Vinnie's eyes hurried to go over to chance her into clothes before the young he-mouse began to get his mind in the gutter. punched Vinnie in the shoulder, saying " watch those thoughts mister macho mouse." Vinnie rubbing his shoulder felt his ears sag at Charley scolding him for such dirty things. while Throttle and Modo laughed a large wind blew passed and large flame began rising just a few hundred feet from them.
looking up Modo commented, "that's also not the only thing on fire. Scope it man it looks like the sand is on fire."
Getting on their bikes the biker mice rushed to handle the problem about the beach. they blazed over to the shiny sand bar seeing it was turned into glass, ugly alien greeted, "my name is Sand burner and life's a beach for feel the fury of my sand attack and shards of glass." with his sandy touch he blasted shards of sand and glass at the biker mice turning everything in his path to glass. seeing the glass shards, the biker mice revved their bikes out of the path of sand and glass shards. Throttle seeing the sand bar was being turned to glass he and his bros decided to handle things.
point his finger at Sand burner, Throttle grunted, "You listen to me fella, this sand bar isn't for Plutark if you are smart I suggest you take your lousy ass and that flame thrower outta here."
Sand Burner moaned, "you dirty rats don't scare the likes of me." with his good eye glowing Modo growled,"we ain't rats understand." Grabbing Sand burner's shirt Modo's temper flared that he threw the alien clear across the sand. Vinnie moaned,"ow let's take out this jerk off and his goons."
the biker mice began to battle the Sand burner and his goons. Sand burner began shooting glass at the biker mice only to miss. Vinnie used a sand proof shield to divert the glass towards a goons ride blowing it up. Modo took his robotic arm and clothes lined a guy off his wheels. throttle had Sand burner cornered when he pressed a button and had the he-mice trapped. struggling to get out the bikes beeped, Vinnie blurred out, "you're gonna freaking pay when we get out of this. we are gonna kick your ass hard sweet heart."
Watching from space Tar-Re thought out loud,"Maybe those boys could use a hand in the fight. Computer set course for an area near that last chance garage and the where those bikers are at. and when we reach range Zlan Vital prepare for ejection." the biker complied,"as you wish." when Tar-Re's ship reached the range needed Tar-Re jumped on her bike, put on her helmet using the dark mode to hide her face, and through the bomb bay doors she flew saying, "rock and ride." landing on top of the large sand bar she pulled out laser shooting the lock off the cage. in a hurry Tar-Re ordered, "hurry the hell up and stop that maniac. you tan one, you and your bros handle that sand guy. ill handle those goons trying to flee." wondering who saved him and his bros, Throttle asked, "hey who are you and why are you helping," Revving her bike, Tar-Re finished, "no time for explanations hurry up." Tar-Re blazed off after about three goons while Throttle, Modo, and Vinnie handled Sand Burner. Looking at Sand burner Throttle suggested, "Bros hows about we use the move fast and furry number five." Vinnie butted in, "how about number three I look so hot in that one." Throttle continued,"number five Vincent."Throttle and Vinnie pressed a button on their bikes, ropes popped out tying up Sand burner's hands, revving their engines they spun him so hard be began to fly. Modo took his fist and punched him out of the area making him fly out of sight, Tar-Re chased after a the remaining goons fleeing from the scene until they reached the out skirts of the sand bar, waving her sword she yelled, "And don't you asses come back!" Tar-Re revved back to where the biker mice were, she hid behind some large bushes eavesdropping on their conversation curious: about what they had to say about her.
Looking around, Throttle asked, "guys you seen that strange biker that was here."
Taking off his helmet Modo answered,"Na bro I hadn't seen him or her. it was like they just took off."
Removing his helmet Vinnie added, "maybe that biker was a woman and was to shy to see bout sticking around to admire such macho mouse like me."
to Vinnie, Throttle jested, "Vincent all you ever do is think about your ego when it comes to she-mice or women."
From the bushes Tar-Re's ears perked at the name Vincent. it was like she might be assuming he was the one she was looking for, but which one of them was Vincent. pulling out her pic she looked at it comparing each one to photo. the tan one didn't match neither did the grey it was when she looked at the white one that maybe was the right one.
Flexing his muscles Vinnie bragged, "Sweet heart, you two only wish you was the baddest mamma jam-ma in the universe."
Shaking their heads Modo and Throttle both moaned, "bro you have such an ego."
Throttle looked at grease trail realized it was Limburger that was behind the glass scheme he yelled, "bros lets give the head cheese a case of the ass let's rock and ride." Tar-Re overheard the name Limburger decided to check out this Limburger clown to get some answers blazed off after the biker mice.
When the biker mice arrived at Limburger tower, they blasted through the large window smashed everything in sight crashed Karbunkle through a wall and grabbed Limburger wanting to know what was going on about the glass thief. Limburger called his goons to deal with biker mice. the goons ended up getting their asses kicked while Tar-Re was planting explosives all over the bottom of Limburger Tower. Which Sand burner was there he pulled out his large flame thrower saying, "I'm going to burn your tail you filthy rodent." Slicing his weapon Tar-Re spouted, "I think not you over ripe jackass. I think we should go meet your boss." Driving up all the stairs Tar-Re dragged Sand burner until she reached the top floor where the Biker mice and Limburger were fighting.
Smashing through the wall Tar-Re insulted, "excuse me lard butt, but is this ass yours. I believe, you need to notice you're not gonna win this round you rotten cheese face." to the biker mice Tar-Re warned, "Guys i would recommend we leave this shit hole. I have planted ten rounds of Z-4 all over this building and it's due to blow in 5 minutes." the biker mice got on their bikes, following Tar-Re out the wall leaping on a sky scraper watching Limburger tower crumble down. Throttle, Modo and Vinnie laughed at the sight of Limburger getting pissed off after his tower was trashed. they failed to notice Tar-Re getting ready to leave to head to her ship. Just as she was getting ready to go with his hand, Throttle halted,"hey stop right there, we wanted to thank you again, Charley-girl, but you said you was gonna retired from the stunts." looking at them Tar-Re corrected, "I'm not this Charley-girl you speak off. now I must off chow boys." before riding off Tar-Re got off her bike and went over to Vinnie on his bike opened up her helmet a bit and kissed his cheek, lisping, "thanks for the help." then getting on her bike Tar-Re blazed off in hurry. Throttle and Modo both cooed, "nice going lover boy are you just gonna sit there or are you gonna go after her. " Revving his bike Vinnie stated, "Bros I'm gonna find out who that hot biker chic is. i'll catch up with you two later."
Tar-Re blazed through the city tracking her ship had landed, it was located about twenty blocks from the last chance garage and about the same for Quigley field. Tar-Re pulled out a remote from her bikes panel and opened the main door to her ship. She in a hurry activated her robots to convert her ship into something to camouflage her ship to blend into something she could live in. the large ship turned itself into a large 4 story building, the top floor being her living quarters and the base floor being the garage leaving the other floors to be planned for something in the future. Tar-Re needing to get out her space gear went to her supply closet to find a selection of suitable clothes from her home world, she rummaged through until she found the perfect outfit for earth. pulling out a leather jack with a purple and black color combination, with embroidered graphics on chest, sleeves, and angel wings graphic with her crest in the center on the upper-back, a pure silver zipper on it, with same on cuff, specially armored in shoulders and elbows, the pockets included two zip-up front hand pockets for storage and interior snap pocket for her laser weapon. a pair of tight fitting flare jeans w/e side pocket, a tight purple t-strap and a zip up leather top. with zip boots with purple laces on the front sewn in the front Looking the outfit Tar-Re thought, "now this is the perfect earth biker gear. in her mirror she took out her hair bun and letting her hair down, she took it and braided it down her back, braiding the sides to drape by her ears before putting in some hair pins. she then put on the outfit making sure everything was fit and snug she went to the boots put them on zipping them up. admiring herself in the mirror she talked out loud, "Tar-Re, you are one hot she-mouse." Tar-Re headed to the garage to her bike to explore the city of Chicago blazing out her garage like a purple blur.
Mean while Vinnie was still looking for mysterious biker that had helped him and his bros against Limburger. Turning up his tracer beacon, he began to track any unknown signals in the vicinity of range he was riding. while he was riding his red bike a tiny blip began blinking on his scanner it was moving fast behind it flashed even faster until a large purple blur blazed past him leaving only her red back lights shining in the evening area. Through his helmet Vinnie spotted the purple, pressing the turbo he sped up to catch up. in her rear view mirror Tar-Re saw, she was being followed, so speeding up she did a wheelie to get away. seeing this Vinnie spoke, So you wanna play chase. I can play that game sweet heart."
Speeding up his bike Vinnie, caught sight of the back lights of Tar-Re's bike Vinnie sped up to get a good look at the mysterious biker only to have her speed up even faster as they headed to the freeway. Tar-Re ordered, "Zlan vital is that guy still on my tail?" Zlan Vital complied, "yes he is my lady what is you wish to do." Tar-Re spoke, "I'll find a hiding spot and if that biker is hostile I'll kick his ass. Zlan Vital go on to silent mode." Zlan vital beeped in response to Tar-Re's orders, heading off the freeway Tar-Re found an ally to find a place of cover if the worse scenario was to happen. Vinnie seen the mysterious biker getting off the free way and followed them to a large ally. When Tar-Re found a hiding place she pulled out a her laser from her side pocket of her belt and waited. Vinnie had seen the mysterious biker pulled into the ally he got off his bike, armed and wheeled his bike for when of needed escape. it was a little dark in the ally, Tar-Re from her hiding place in a shadow seen the street light reflected on a metallic surface (Vinnie's face plate.) slowly the figure walked closer to her site the sounds of a clang, ding, jangle and jingle walking towards her as quick as she heard it, it stopped. Vinnie had walked over to by Tar-Re's hiding place. peeping her head out she noticed he was riding a motorcycle.
about five feet away leaning on his bike Vinnie called, "hey you hiding by the trash cans. why don't you come out nice and easy,"
By the trash cans Tar-Re answered, "Why so you can shoot me? how do i know you not gonna shoot me."
Putting down his weapon Vinnie echoed, "cause I'm unarmed. so how's about you do the same."
placing her weapon back in her holster Tar-Re finished, "alright I'm unarmed and I'm coming out with my bike."
Tar-Re wheeled out her bike into the light, where she could see the one who was talking to her there, leaned up against a cherry red sports motorcycle was a large biker with muscles a pair of green bandoleers across his bare chest, leather pants with metal pads, large boots and a biker helmet. Looking closer Tar-Re noticed the male biker had white colored fur and didn't look like the common Terran (human). Vinnie from his view seen Tar-Re in full view wearing a leather jacket with a purple and black color combination, a pair of tight fitting flare jeans w/e side pocket, a zip up leather top. with zip boots with purple. Long legs and a perfectly fit body with her curves in the right places Vinnie's eyes widen at the sight of the biker. Tar-Re walked up to Vinnie inspecting him from all angles she spoke, "your not human are you. Taking off his helmet Vinnie chuckled, "Babe how'd you guess was it my studly good looks or what?" Taking off her helmet Tar-Re added, "because i'm not human either. Vinnie took another look at the mysterious biker was stunned that she ... was ... a ... mouse.
To be continued.