"Captain we're intercepting a communication from the planet." The young man turned his head to look at the petite woman in the captain's chair.
"Good work Trek anything of interest."
"It's definitely the Martians, and they're under attack, I'm patching through to the speakers, you gotta hear this." The slender fox humanoid removed the earphone from his triangular red ear and hit a button on the keyboard causing the five others on the deck to freeze as the speakers crackled to life.
An angry female voice was heard, ["Those blasted fish blew out the rock bridge, it will take us an hour to reroute to your coordinates. How long can your team last?"]
An eerily calm male voice replied, [ "With us pinned down like this, twenty minutes." ] The husky voice sighed, ["It was a good plan Carbine, we just never expected the Plutarkians to look behind them for traps. Whoever is in charge of the Mars attack is smarter than the usual cheese breath."]
A wicked grin crossed the captains face as she stood up and held down several buttons on the keyboard allowing the rest of the ship to hear her transmission. " Attention mice, this is Captain Aurora Bloodstone, we are carrying a ship filled with martian P.O.W.'s, we are coming in fast and hot! Prepare for one hell of a landing!" She released the buttons.
"Do you have a plan or are we just crashing the party?" Asked the gravelly voice of a 6ft 5in jet black rat dressed in black jeans and leather jacket with shades, twin pistols strapped one to either leg.
"Good choice of words, Slate. Gus is going to fly low near the battlefield so first team can jump out, and then wedge the ship into the crater without it falling in, so it can be used as a pretty new bridge."
"I AM!?" The tall (7ft) purple woman's three golden eyes wide with shock all but screamed, her four arms limp at her sides.
Aurora kept talking like she didn't hear anything, excitement in her voice, " Prime, you and Trek take care of the wounded and explain to this Carbine chick that we're friends. Any of the healthy mice left on ship can join her forces. Any questions?"
Prime, a light tan mouse with shoulder length, straightened blond hair, raised her hand, "Yeah ummm, who's, like, going to be on first team."
"50 of the strongest Pow's will be riding those bikes we managed to salvage, their not martian built but they should be able to handle the jump. Then of course myself, Slate, and Clawdius." She said the last with a wave to a well-built 6ft 3" Catatonian lazing in her chair.
He was milk chocolate-brown, with glistening black hair that came to the bottom of his shoulder blades, a white streaked braid on either sides. A dark grey sleeveless shirt, showing his strong arms, and leather pants tucked into racing boots. His smooth tail curled around the butt of the flame thrower he was holding. His deep voice purred, "Sounds like my kind of party, princess."
"Then let's do this people." Aurora turned towards the door pulling on a leather jacket over her white midriff tank and black crochet halter. "I'm getting bored."
Five minutes later the large ship swept over a sand ridge behind the Plutarkian forces. 52 motorcycles wasted no time in joining the fight, surprising the reeking ranks of fish. 10 minutes after that, Carbine's troops arrived.
"AAAOOOWW! I love the smell of laser blasts in the morning." A white furred blur cheered as he flipped his bike over an enemy jeep dropping grenades.
"Well Vinnie's enjoyin' himself," Modo laughed.
"We can't let him hog all the fun, can we bro?" Throttle chuckled. "So Let's Rock, and Ride!"
As the battle went on the bros kept catching sight of three warriors all in black with helmets. The two on motorcycles were never far from the small one on foot that used a long pale blue tail with a tuft of darker fur on the end like a whip, while in their hands was held what looked like police baton's with blades attached. The way the person moved reminded them of an earth ninja movie, the entire body like a weapon as they ran, flipped, jumped, leaving their enemies broken behind them.
When the last of the Plutarkians had run off, the allies all met back at the ships landing/crash site rejoicing in the reunion of lost friends and family.
As Throttle and the bros approached the makeshift medical room setup in a cave, General Carbine was standing with Rimfire and a very tall full-figured woman with four arms, he couldn't help but think, "(She looks more dressed for a fancy dinner party than war, what kind of captain would dress like that. Not that I'm complaining.)" Her green mini halter dress that matched her headwrap showed just how full-figured she was, while the gold sandles with straps up to the knees of her brown tights, and gold armbands showed she was no cheap date. The womans round face was creased with worry as she focused her three eyes at Carbine.
"Are you sure your people can get that ship back to your base, I mean that thing was a hunk of junk before I wrecked it?"
"Don't worry about that, our people are very resourceful. Especially with the added incentive of the much-needed supplies, you've promised are on board for us." She smiled as she turned to the guys, "Boys, I'd like you to meet the ships pilot Gussandria, ma'am this is commander Throttle and his team Vincent and Modo."
"Please call me Gus," she said taking Throttle's hand and pulling him close. With a predatory grin she said, "My, my, the gods were having a very good day when they made you weren't they." Vincent and Modo were turning red trying not to laugh at the embarrassed look on Throttle's face or the angry one on Carbine's.
"Gus, let him go and behave yourself," at the sound of the voice the group spun towards the opening of the cave to see a short woman holding a helmet in one fingerless gloved hand and a jacket in the other, with a smirk on her face showing one long canine. "Please ignore Gus, she's just a slut. I'm Aurora, come on in and meet my people."
Modo couldn't help but take a good look at her, she must have been a few inches shorter than Charlie, three piercings in each pointed fairy-like ear, her smooth skin was light blue, "(Her eyes look like blue opals)". Her bright darker blue hair was pulled high into a long braid that when she turned to enter the cave, he could see brushed across her firm butt as her hips swayed. And then he finally noticed her tail, "(She's the guy doing the ninja stunts on the battlefield, how did i mistake that butt for a bro").
Modo's good mood vanished as he saw, standing in the room, a black rat around Throttle's height but with a thinner build, he growled, "What the heck are you doing here!"
Aurora stepped between them, "I believe Slate, my second in command was getting shot for your Martian cause," the woman who only came to Modo's chest calmly said gesturing to Slate's bandaged arm.
"It's okay Aura, I was expecting that kind of reception from the locals and completely understand, after all my kind screwed them over six ways to sunday," he said with a nod to the mice.
Throttle put his hand on Modo's shoulder and whispered so that only he and Vinnie could hear, "Calm down bro, Carbine will have their whole team under guard while they're with us, so for now we play nice".
Vinnie felt the need to add, "I thought rats only came in shades of brown and gray."
"If your done with your meeting," Aura said rolling her eyes, "The Catatonian is Clawdius," She pointed at the man straddling a chair, cleaning his sharp claws with a knife, and completely ignoring them. "The Kaynin is Trek," The Martians looked at the boy across the room, he was skinny and scruffy, wearing a white wife beater, torn jeans, dirty black hightops, and a gold medallion. They couldn't help but think he looked like a total slacker. But what really got their attention was the medic who's butt he was staring at. She was Vinnie's height, (tall for a female Mouse), with light tan fur, shoulder length straight blond hair, four gold earrings in each ear, a hot pink tube top, daisy dukes, with a grey hoodie tied around her waist, and brown military boots. "And this is our medical genius, Prime".
The girl was facing a soldier who needed stitches in his leg, with a needle in her hand, talking a mile a minute, "okaythiswillhurtalittle,kindalikeabugsting,butdon tworryI'mtotallyawesomewiththread,anditwontevenlea veascar." The man was so busy trying to figure out what she was saying and staring down her shirt he didn't even notice she was almost done with his leg. "Omgtherewasoncethisguythatha dhisarmhalfremoved,itwastotallyugh,andifixedhim, done". She smiled shooeing the amazed man off the table, he had never felt a thing, and then turned to face the group. The second they saw her blue/grey eyes Modo and Rimfire both yelled
"PRIMER!"