Mars wasn't anything like what they had thought it would be. The terrain was dessert like with deep gorges and canyons with little streams and rivers. There was greenery and plants, which meant that they could breathe the air without worrying about suffocating and flowers and animals that they had never seen before- Like the boar like creature with wings and a lions main that their commander had just shot down.
It seemed like an interesting creature. A little bit on the scary side, but interesting just the same. "Is everyone alright?" Commander Bell asked as she turned her head and looked at them, her green eyes calculating.
"I'm good." Gabriel Bell, Commander Bell's older brother said as he looked over his sister before turning his head and looking over the rest of the group. There were five of them in all that had been chosen for this mission. Or maybe 'job' was a better way to put it since that was what this was. An old friend/relative of Gabriel and his sister had called them a while back and asked them to take an extended leave so that she could explain what she needed them for.
It had taken some doing, a lot of bullying and blackmail among other things, but they had finally managed to get the extended leave that Charlene had asked them to take. They had driven to Chicago and met up with their friend/relative to see what she had been so adamant about and had been a little shocked and intrigued to find out that Charlene wanted them to go to Mars (as in the actual fucking planet) and check up on her friends who lived there.
It had sounded like something out of a really weird Sci-fi movie at first, but after they listened to the whole story about the guys that Charlie wanted them to check on, they couldn't help but think 'what the hell' and agreed to do as Charlie had asked.
It took them several days to get the gear that they thought that they might need and to buy some bad ass weapons from the local black market and put a team together. Then they had broken into Limberger tower and confiscated the teleporter from the alien and the good doctor and had used it to leave Earth.
The first week on the planet had been...stressful to say the least.
Walking along the ruined cities and towns was the worst sort of phychological torture Gabriel had ever suffered in all his nine years of Special Ops work. Everywhere they went he found himself looking down at random things and seeing little singed ribbons and children's toys like maimed stuffed animals that looked suspiciously like mice with antennae.
Sort of like the guys in the picture that Charlene had shown to them before they had agreed to take their current job.
Everyone else didn't bother saying anything. Maybe because they were a little worried that any noise that they made might draw more animals like the one that their leader had shot down. Their commander looked them all over again, then turned and started walking.
They were about three miles from the place that they had picked up radio transmissions from and she wanted to get as close as she could so that she could observe the people on the base and look for weaknesses just in case they ended up close to a Plutarkian base.
Charlene had been very specific about who was the good guy and who was the bad guy. Going so far as to even describe the two species and their personality types.
Apparently the martians- From what she had understood of their descriptions were big (standing between 6 foot five to 7 foot six in height, with fur, scarlet eyes, powerful muscular bodies, and long tails that were as strong as steel). They were all military trained, well armed, and were very efficient killers despite the fact that they were generally very peaceful.
Where as the Plutarkians were fish like creatures with violet eyes, sharp fangs and claws, a horrible and vicious personality and smelled strongly like aged cheese.
All in all she couldn't wait to see what the fuckers insides looked like since they sounded like perfectly horrid creatures.
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He doubled over in pain; drawing his knees to his chest gasping for air, his scarlet eyes wide as he tasted blood on his tongue from where the interrogator had taken a metal pipe and hit him good in the stomach as he hung from his wrists from a thick metal chain. He coughed a few times, noticing that a little bit of blood was oozing out of the corners of his mouth, running down his chin. Staining his light brown fur as he wheezed for air.
A few feet away Modo lay on the floor on his side, his gray fur stained a deep sickly red, his one eye staring blankly ahead as blood pooled under his body from the deep jagged cut on his stomach. The interrogator walked over to Modo and put his foot on the older mouses head and slowly started to apply pressure to Modo's head.
Throttle dropped his legs away from his stomach and kicked his legs in an effort to reach the bastard, alarm pulsing through his system. A Plutarkian's body weight was close to three hundred and forty pounds, if the interrogator applied too much pressure to Modo's skull- he'd crush it. "Get away from him!"
The interrogator laughed as his foot barely brushed him.
Dammit this was frustrating! He needed to help Modo but couldn't while he was hanging like this. The interrogator applied a little more pressure and Modo let out a pained cry and started to thrash around in an effort to get away. "Get away from him!" Throttle yelled again and swung himself a little more and lashed out, again trying to kick the plutarkian back away from his bro.
"Tell me what I want to know and I might consider letting him go since he won't last much longer anyways."
"Never. I'll never betray my people!"
"Then you'll watch your friend die." The interrogator said in a sadistically happy tone that set Throttle's teeth on edge as Modo cried out again and thrashed around a little more. Dammit, he couldn't betray the others. But he couldn't just let Modo die here either. He closed his eyes for a second and wished that he could block out the sights and sounds around him.
He wished that he could do something. Anything...
He gritted his teeth and let out a loud roar as Modo stopped moving, his heart nearly stopping in his chest. "Alright-" He'd tell the interrogator whatever he wanted to know. He no longer cared if it got him killed. Not if it could save his bros.
