I do not own Biker Mice from Mars. The character, M.D. belongs to me.
Chapter 1
After a morning of thrashing and tail-whipping Limburger's plans to drain Chicago's natural resources, the bros were chilling at the Scoreboard. "Well, isn't this the life? Nothing to do to but rock, rolling, and whipping some Plutarkian butt", replied Modo as he sat in his rocking chair. "Yeah, I hear ya bro", spoke Throttle.
Vinnie on the other hand was pacing around the living room, sweat beading down his face like raindrops. Throttle looks over his shoulder and begins to wonder why Vinnie is acting in the position he was in. He walks over and asks, "Hey, bro, what's wrong; something on your mind?" Vinnie turns around and answers his question, "Bro, I think we should do something different for Charley tonight. She has done so much for us, fixing our bikes and putting up with me. I just don't know what we can do."
Throttle and Modo soon realize what he is actually trying to say. He wants to prove to Charley that she is more than that beautiful mechanic and their closest ally. He is beginning to admit his true feelings for Charley. The last time he ever admitted his feelings about another woman was when he was in love with Harley. Now he wants to express his love for Charley in a way that would help her appreciate him and make him more than the hotshot he was.
Modo gets off his chair, places his hand on Vinnie's shoulder, and tells him, "Bro, let's give Charley the best heartwarming night of her life." Throttle grabs a root beer from the fridge and tosses 2 more to Modo and Vinnie. "You're right, Modo. Charley needs a night where it is all about her and nothing else." He snickers, "Plus, we probably could get hotshot and Charley together to kiss and make up." Modo laughs and Vinnie replies in a sarcastic voice, "Very funny, Throttle. So are we ready to give Charley-girl a throw down?" "Alright bros, let's rock and ride!" The bros saddle up and head into the city to gather the supplies needed to make Vinnie's sweetheart ever more special.
Just outside of the stadium's main entrance, a lone cowboy is standing by the streetlight across from the parking lot. His patriotic-colored truck, sitting in the basking warmth of the early morning sun, is loaded with a cherry red motorcycle that has the Freedom Fighters insignia and a ferocious chimera on one side and a blackish purple malefic dragon and the insignia on the other side. He tips up his hat watching the Biker Mice from Mars speed off at 100mph. He takes a deep breath and smiles in a very passive way.
He heads over to his truck and pulls out a communicator. After a few minutes, a dark image appears on the screen. What accompanies that is a commanding but the most beautiful of voices, "This is the General speaking. Have you found the objectives I spoke of earlier?" The lone cowboy in his blue jeans and solid black cowboy hat speaks in a husky and almost sensual voice, "This is M.D. I've found Commanders Vinnie, Modo and your Mighty Mouse, Throttle as instructed. You want me to go to phase 2?" "Of course, but wait until I get down there. I have a wonderful surprise for Vinnie and Modo. Don't tell Throttle I am coming." M.D. simply smiles and begins to turn on his radio but keeps the volume down, so he doesn't ignore the general completely. "Of course, we mustn't spoil this revelation and reunion. You going to tell him your ultimatum?"
The general takes a deep breath and looks away from the screen for a minute. The general of the Freedom Fighters comes back and speaks in a soft voice, "Throttle has to come back to me by any means necessary. Without him, I just don't think I can go on without his touch to keep me warm and full of love. He needs me just as much as I need him. He is my Samson as I am his Delilah." M.D. takes in everything and replies in a thoughtful manner, "General, he will come back to you. If not, you'll always have me." "Thank you for caring and loving me as always now in my darkest hour." So what is my new directive?" The general directs to him, "Help them complete their mission here on Earth by any means necessary. I want those boys back home ASAP and alive! Besides, Throttle will have something to come back to when this is over. Do you understand your new directive?" The cowboy speaks in a commanding voice and salutes, "Yes, general. By the time I am done with them and Limburger, they will be spellbound." He laughs in a amusing manner. "M.D., out!" "General Carbine, out!"
He shuts off the communicator and turns off his truck. He gets out, jumps into the truckbed, and unhooks the straps and chains to his bike. "Alright, senorita. Let's let you rumble and shine on Chicago road and show the bros how to really rock, roll, and ride." His bike beeps in agreement, and he does his systems check before he starts the engine. "All systems checked and ready to roll. Time to test the weapons system." He unleashes his weapons on a condemned building and fires away at the target with deadly accuracy. "Excellent, all weapon systems are well equipped and ready to go." He fills the tank full of gas and starts the engine. The engine rumbles like a dream. "Alright, Dragon Senorita, let's hit the streets and find those bros. Together, we give that sleazeball a real nightmare to worry about." His motorcycle with its AI technology purrs to him as he saddles up into the seat. "Soon, darling, you'll have to make room for one gorgeous, caliente babe if this deal blows." He takes off in the direction of the Last Chance Garage.
