We Found Primer- Chapter 1

Time: Three Years into The Plutarkian War, Place: Planet Mars...

Raveena had just gotten into the shower. The cool, cleansing embrace of its gentle streams washing away the blood as well as the dirt from her pale beige fur and brown hair. She sighed happily at the wonderful aroma of lavender soap wafted in the air as it lathered up on her back and shoulders. The pleasing scents filling the whole bathroom.

She deserved it after nine years of being held captive by the Sand Raiders. Unfortunately, water and soap can't wash away the painful memories of those years.

She was on her way to sell her goat. It was the last of her family's livestock she had left after the Plutarkians took them.

She confronted them while was walking through Red Rim Pass. She tried to scream but they twisted her head and one of them held a knife to her throat.

"Make a move and you die!" He threatened.

She didn't dare move.

"The Martian Resistance will be looking for us especially if we got one of their people." Another one told the others.

"Not if they think she's dead." The other one replied.

Raveena's blood turned cold. Her face paled.

"Oh, God! Are they gonna kill me?" She thought, shivering. The thought of her family coming to identify her body terrified her.

Instead, he snatched the goat out of her hands. The poor animal was held up by his legs. Raveena tried to take it back from him, but was outnumbered. The Plutarkian held the knife closer till it stuck in her neck. She was trembling.

He held the creature down while the other soldier with the knife plunged it into the animal's stomach.

"Mmmph!" Raveena weakly tried to cry out but couldn't as one the Fish Faces had gagged her with a large cloth. A strange odor hit her nose as she felt her eyelids get heavy. Then every went black.

She woke up in the Sand Raiders camp. She had promptly been sold her to a small group of them.

Raveena lived in the hope that the Martian Mouse Freedom Fighters would find and rescue her. A hope that soon died after no one came after a year.

"Why haven't they come? I don't understand." She thought, confused. Then another year passed. Then another. It soon added up to seven years.

She later learned from the Sand Raiders themselves that the Fish Heads made the Martian Military think she was dead. They took the blood from the goat they had slain and smeared it on the ground. They then used the rest of the goat for rations.

She was so distraught she stopped eating. The Sand Raider who owned her threatened to beat her to death if she didn't eat. A weak and starving slave was useless to him.

Raveena began to lose all hope she'd ever be rescued till one particularly horrible day. She was supposed to make his breakfast. But she wasn't a very good cook. She burned the bacon to a black crisp. Scorched the eggs and didn't toast the bread.

"Stupid!" He screamed, back smacking her. She touched her mouth to feel a trickle of blood. He head already ached from the beating she had the night before.

"Clean up this place and no dinner for you tonight!" He yelled. Then he stormed out. She didn't dare run away. He always found her. Then the beatings would get worse. Others tried to escape and met with death. Her master might even hand her over to the other Sand Raiders. He once threatened to do so. She shuddered at the thought. They were were nothing but animals. Monsters who would rape any female they got their filthy hands on.

Terrible rapes often happened in these camps at night. Horrible, agonizing screams drowned out by evil laughter terrified her.

He sent her out to get firewood reminding her as he often did that he'd kill if she tried to run away. She nodded. Then went a little piece away.

Hurry up with that wood! And make it snappy!" He grunted, sitting down under a thick cactus. He soon fell asleep.

Now was her chance. Escape or die trying.

But is he pretending to sleep? She didn't know.

Something round and glowing on the ground caught her eye. It was emerald in color and glowing. She crept up to it.

"What is it?" She wondered. She picked it up. It was very pretty. It shown like an emerald.

"Girl, what are you doing?"

She quickly put the meteor in her pocket.

"What you got there? I thought I told you to get to work, you worm!"

"I'm sorry. Don't hurt me!" She cried out.

Her hand was held out to keep him back. It glowed green. A beam of light shot out knocking the approaching Sand Raider whose fists were clenched. He struggled to get up.

"Mother of Mars! How the -?" She looked at her glowing hand.

"I'm gonna beat the living snot outta you!" The Sand Raider screamed.

"NOOOOO!" Raveena screamed, both hands extended, beams of green rays shooting out of her hands burning up the Sand Raider.

She gazed in shock at his incinerated corpse. She picked up his saddlebag and ran back to the Sand Raiders camp. The sight she saw horrified and sickened her.

A young Martian mouse girl had just had her clothes ripped off her and was being gang raped. Raveena looked away in disgust. The poor creature screamed, cried, and tried fighting off her attackers. They laughed and continued their assault.

"ENOUGH!" Raveena screamed at them.

They stopped what they were doing to look at her.

"Mind your own business, girl or you're next!" One of them warned.

"Where's your master anyway?" Another asked.

"Gone." She replied.

"Is that a fact? Then he won't mind if we have a bit of fun with y-" He was just about to touch her face when a flame shot out in front of her.

"What the -?" He wondered.

"You rotten pieces of filth have oppressed my people for the last time!" She cried, staring and extending her hands towards them.

Within minutes, the whole camp was engulfed in flames. Fireballs hurled out of no where igniting the Raiders. Raveena watched them burst into flames. Smoldering tufts of fur scattered about. Bodies reduced to smoking heaps.

Raveena then heard the screaming of a child. The sound lead her to one of the tents. There inside was a Martian mouse child of twelve hugging a younger child of seven. The two children held each other in fear. In another corner were two other Mouse girls of fifteen. They warily glanced at the newcomer at first then relaxed when they saw it was a Martian Mouse.

"It's alright. You're safe now." Raveena told them taking the two younger children by the hand. The two older girls followed.

Everyone watched in horror at the incinerated camp. The mouse girl who had been raped earlier tried putting her ragged clothes back on.

"Don't bother. They're rags now." Raveena told her.

"W-who are you?" The girl asked, "What-"

"I'm a Martian Mouse just like you. Don't be afraid. There are some spare clothes in this saddlebag."

"Thank you." She said, taking the bag. Inside was a shirt and a pair of pants. She put them on.

"I'm Raveena. You got a name?"

"Primer." The girl replied, "And thank you."

"Yeah, thanks. I'm Alexa. She's Arista." One of the fifteen year olds said.

"And I'm Drusilla. This is my little sister Ana." The twelve year old said, introducing the seven year old.

"Hey." Raveena said. Her stomach growled like an angry tiger.

"I wish..." She began.

Within minutes, a table drapped in a white table cloth appeared in front of them. On it was a bountiful feast.

"Is-Is that food?" Primer asked in shock slowly approaching the table. The other girls also walked over.

Food had been so scarce since the war. Many of the farms on Mars had been destroyed. Gardens had been dug up and shipped to Plutark. You were lucky if you could find an old carrot or a potato. The only thing military got were k rations and those were few and between.

"I just wished for food. Is it real?" Raveena asked, staring in awe.

The girls stared at the covered dishes. Then began lifting each one as the wonderful aromas of sage, onion, and garlic wafted through the air. They took spoons and sampled each dish. Their eyes lit up.

"Um. Delicious." They sighed, happily.

Then all felt to eating.

"Real enough for me." Raveena said, beginning to grab a roasted chicken leg and taking a bite, "Um, it is good."

It was at this point she realized: nothing was ever going to be the same for her ever again.

Time: Six years later, Place: Planet Earth: Last Chance Garage...

"No one's a match for the Velocity Atrocity!" Vinnie crowed, as his fiery red Sports bike somersaulted in mid air before landing safely on the street.

"On this hot, sunny day, do we really need a big bag of hot air?" Throttle chuckled.

"Full of hot air. Describes Vinnie to a T. Scary or what?" Charley laughed.

"Sure is." Modo grinned.

"Aw, you're all just jealous cause I can take you in a drag race any day." Vinnie bragged.

"Really?" Is that a fact?" Throttle grinned.

"You think your bike can outclass my Lil' Darlin?" Modo asked, patting his bike.

Before Vinnie could answer them, the vidcom on Throttle's bike came up. The face of Stoker appeared on the screen.

"Hey, Throttle! Modo! Vinnie!" He cried out. Then to Charley, "Hey, Beautiful."

"Hi, Stoker." Charley said.

"Hey, coach!" Vinnie replied, "You calling to hang out?"

"'Fraid this ain't a social call. We think we may have found Modo's niece." He said.

"Primer? Where?" Modo asked.

Primer had been missing for many years. No one knew what had happened to her. She had been out picking crimson berries. All that was found was an old wicker basket smashed to pieces and crushed berries. Modo's sister, the girl's mother was distraught and fainted. The family was sick with worry. Her brother Rimfire believed his sister was still alive. Modo vowed to find her. But as weeks dragged into months with no word, he began to lose hope. Till now.

"On one of the Martian moons, Deimos. One of our officers took a Plutarkian battle cruiser and was headed back to Mars after escaping one of Plutark's labor camps. We lost contact with the ship. But before that, the ship detected life on Deimos while flying over it. Their scanners detected life forms on the planet: Martian Mice."

"We gotta go there! " Modo exclaimed.

"Easy there, big guy. We don't know if they saw Primer or not. Plus, this could be a trap" Throttle said, placing a hand on Modo's shoulder.

"Primer's family. She's like a daughter as Rimfire's like a son to me." Modo replied.

"The thing is how can we go? Our ship crashed into the scoreboard at Quigley Field." Vinnie said.

"Simple. We use Limburger's teleporter to send us to Mars' moon." Throttle explained.

"Or I can send you there myself."

The mice watched in shock as a purple and bluish circle appeared on Charley's wall. Stoker stepped through it. Then closed it up.

"My mini teleporter works great." He said.

"And that'll work, too." Throttle said.

"All aboard, bros. The portal can only hold four people." He explained, "Sorry, Charley."

"Hey, no problem. Good luck, guys." Charley said.

"Keep the fort safe, doll face." Vinnie told her, cupping her chin in his hand, "We'll be back."

"I've set the coordinates for Deimos." He explained, aiming the small silver device at a wall. Within minutes, a medium sized portal reappeared.

The Biker Mice put on their helmets and mounted their bikes. While Stoker got on his bike. All four bikers rode through the portal.

"We gotta hurry. I can only keep this portal open for a very short time." He explained.

They rode through and it closed up behind them.

"Bring 'em back alive, Stoke." Charley said, watching them go and placing a hand to her cheek. The very cheek Vinnie's fingers brushed against.