Disclaimer: The Biker Mice from Mars are not my original creations. I am just simply borrowing them.
This chapter has been beta read by Phyrbyrd. She has volunteered her talents to this story. The other chapters may also be transformed for better reading soon too.
Enjoy the story.
OLD FRIENDS
CHAPTER 1 - UNEXPECTED VISITORS!
It was mid-day when a small spacecraft that looked a little like a huge purple motorcycle without wheels descended gracefully from Earth's atmosphere and touched softly down in a large empty field, miles from civilization. The cargo bay doors opened wide and the ramp descended. Suddenly there was a screaming roar and three motorcycles came tearing out of the ship.
One of the riders stopped, turned and aimed a remote control at the now empty vessel. With one click of the button a cloaking device was activated and the ship vanished.
"Eeee-haaaaa!" With a whoop of triumph the three bikers rode off toward the highway.
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Meanwhile, about a block away from Limburger Tower, the Biker Mice were enjoying themselves. Limburger's henchmen were making yet another attempt at destroying part of the great city of Chicago, and the mice were making sure they didn't get far. Each mouse gave the men a run for their money, and no matter how much Limburger's men attempted to fire their blasters at the mice they never seemed to hit. The mice teased and taunted the men as they chased them all the way back to the tower, then once inside, when the men felt they were finally free from the mice's attacks, three grapnels connected to the side of the building.
"Lets rock... and RIDE!" the Mice yelled as they rode off, taking the building with them.
Limburger, a beaten, battered Limburger, climbed out from underneath the rubble and shook his fist at the retreating bikers. "This isn't over! You hear me, rodents! This isn't over!"
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20 minutes later at the Last Chance Garage, Charley had just finished cleaning a few tail pipes for future uses. She lifted her head and smiled when she heard her biker boys return from a daily routine of foiling Limburger's plans. As she peered out through the opened garage door she could see the mice skidding up the driveway, making their usual grand entrance and winced a little as she thought how loud they could be sometimes when they come back from a battle. Nevertheless, she greeted them with a smile.
"I take it you boys had a successful time?"
"You know it, Sweetheart." Vincent winked at her.
"Yes, definitely," said Throttle.
"Whipped the streets with their slimy behinds," said Modo.
All three looked at her expectantly. "So, what's for lunch?"
Before Charley could say anything more about the subject the sound of three more bikes were heard coming up the street. Charley and the boys watched carefully as these strangers rode into view. Their bikes looked a lot like the Biker Mice's rides, but still there was something strange about these three.
"Ready yourselves. We can't be sure if we can trust these guys," muttered Throttle, swatting his knuck nukes on.
"Ease up, bro. I know these riders," said Vinnie confidently. Throttle and Modo looked at Vinnie, surprised, and Throttle noted the worry in his bro's eyes. How did Vinnie know these bikers, and if he did, what did he have to worry about?
The three strange riders screeched to a stop, surrounding the Biker Mice and Charley. Before anyone could react, they took off their helmets, revealing three Martian mice, all female, all white.
"Hey there, Sugar Pie. It's been awhile since we've seen you," said the one with the blonde hair, winking at Vinnie.
"Back attacha, Sweetheart," replied Vinnie.
"Interesting new look you've got there," she added.
"Been having adventures, babe. Mad scientists and all that jazz."
Charley noted the familiar tone and gritted her teeth. Vinnie had evidently known these girls a long time.
"So what brings you to this side of Mars?" he asked with a cocky grin, but the suspicion was still there in his voice. The brunette apparently noticed, and when she spoke she was serious.
"We came to talk to you, actually."
"About what?" Vinnie's smile faded. He hated bad news and he could read it in the faces of these girls.
"You don't suppose we could talk," suggested the redhead, glancing round at Throttle, Modo and Charley. "Alone?"
"I'm sure anything you have to say to Vinnie, you can say to us too," said Throttle.
"Yeah,"said Charley defiantly.
"It's alright, fellas. I'll be right back." Vinnie stepped off his bike and started to follow the girls out of earshot. Throttle, Modo, and Charley watched them curiously while they talked.
"I wonder what they're talking about?" Charley asked, trying to sound like she didn't care.
"I don't know…" said Throttle.
"You think we can trust these girls?" said Modo.
"Not sure. But Vinnie seems to know them. Guess we'll just have to wait and see." As Throttle, Modo, and Charley watched, Vinnie's helmet fell from his hand and the conversation started to look interesting - Vinnie was obviously agitated. Whatever the three female biker mice had told him, it was obviously not good news. After a moment, he composed himself before returning to his bros and Charley. They instantly noticed a pale, emotional look on the white mouse's face.
"Vinnie! What's wrong?" asked Charley concerned.
"I, uh, I have to go…" said Vinnie flatly.
"Go? Go where?" said Modo.
"To Titan…"
"Why? What on Mars is there on Titan that has anything to do with you?" Throttle asked suspiciously.
Vinnie turned a despairing face to Throttle. "…A sick friend."