With All My Heart-Chapter 7

The Plutarkian battle cruiser maintained a steady course thanks to Carbine's piloting and Throttle's navigating.

"Who says couples shouldn't work together?" Throttle teased.

"That's right!" Carbine happily exclaimed,"Makes for a healthy relationship."

But like most couples, they often argued about different things. Like the best way to take their enemies by surprise.

" Throwing a few screamer bombs on Plutark would be great. Be nice to take out the Head Stinkfish's palace while we're at it." Throttle thought, out loud.

"Awright! An old-fashioned fish fry!"Modo beamed, pumping up a fist.

"Believe me, nothing would please me more, but we can't risk the Regenerator getting damaged. We get it and clear out." Carbine replied.

"A sneak attack sounds like a good idea. But where's the fun in that?"

"Geez, you sound like Snowball over there." She replied, referring to Vinnie.

"You're awfully quiet, Vin." Modo said, "Somethin' wrong?"

"Yeah, you're usually up for a little wanton destruction." Throttle joined in.

"Plus you usually hate it when I call you Snowball." Carbine said.

The latter sat in his seat a few feet from them.

"Guess I got a lot to think about." He replied.

Charley gave him an understanding look. Sympathy in her eyes as she placed her hand on his.

"It's about Harley, isn't it?" She asked.

"There's gotta be a way to reach her." He replied.

"We'll find a way together." She told him.

He glanced over at her and smiled.

This is what he loved about Charley. The way she always seemed to understand and sympathize with people. She and Harley were so much alike. They both had a gift capable of easing the suffering of others. No wonder he had fallen for both women.

Modo sat next to Indigo.

"As we approach Plutark, Dr. What will be able to sense the Symbiote's presence inside her, right, doc? Doc?" Indigo said.

The aforementioned doc seemed not to hear them. He was starring out into the vast regions of space. He soon closed his eyes. Then quickly opened them.

"Symbiote!" He cried out,"There!"

"In deep space? I thought it was on Plutark." Modo replied.

"It's another. Quickly! Stop!" He pointed.

The ship stopped and Dr. What went to the doorway. His arms were outstretched and his eyes closed.

"Look!" Charley cried.

Within minutes, a gelatinous- like being floated up to him.

"That's what's possessed Harley? A blob of Jello?" Vinnie exclaimed.

"Don't underestimate them, my dear fellow. They are very intelligent beings." Dr. What told him.

"What's it saying?" Indigo asked.

"It says it's searching for others of its kind. Plutark exiled some of them in deep space. Others they destroyed." Dr. What replied, then sighed, "What a terrible fate. Perhaps we can help each other, my friend..."

"There! I've activated the oxygen extractor." Harley thought, attaching the small box to the Regenerator. She then pressed a red button on it and placed an oxygen mask on her face.

"Soon everyone of those stink fishes will be gasping for air." She said, .

In the bedroom of the High Chairman of Plutark, Lord Camenbert suddenly woke up gasping and staggered out his bed made of gold shaped like a huge clam shell. The seaweed-like covers spilled to the floor.

"Can't breathe.." He managed to get out. He looked over to see his wife on the floor not moving. She had passed out. He followed.

Soon all over Plutark, citizens woke suddenly out a sound sleep and were grabbing at their throats. The water-filled pools they swam into were emptied of oxygen. Their gills were soon filled with poisonous gas.

The Plutarkian battle cruiser arrived on Plutark without being shot down. The guards who usually secured the planet had all suffocated to death. As soon as the hatch on the ship opened the Biker Mice and their friends were met with the poisonous gas.

"What's happening? I..."Throttle asked, as he began to gasp.

"Quickly, everyone! Put these on!" Dr. What told everyone, handing them oxygen masks.

"It's what I feared. Your friend has managed to remove all of the oxygen from Plutark's atmosphere." Dr. What explained.

"We have to stop her." Carbine said.

"There." Throttle replied, pointing towards a light coming from the High Chairman's palace. Everyone raced to the palace. Harley glanced out the window watching Plutarkians collapse in the street.

"Vengeance is ours!" The Symbiote exclaimed.

"Harley, stop!" Vinnie began as he and his friends burst in. Th latter turned around to face the mice.

"Fun time's over, Harley. By order of Martian Command, hand over the Regenerator." Carbine began, going forward.

"I'm not in the military anymore, general, so you don't command me!" She replied, motioning with her hand. A huge tree branch swept under Carbine's legs tripping her up and on the ground. Throttle went to help her up.

"I'm fine." She said.

"That's what's suffocating the Fish Faces!" Throttle cried, pointing to the glowing silver box attached to the Regenerator. Everyone glanced in its direction.

"Vinnie, Maneuver number 4!" The tan-furred leader exclaimed.

The two mice raced on their bikes towards the Regenerator. Throttle rode alongside Vinnie. The tan mouse cupped his hands together. Vinnie jumped into his hands while Throttle flipped him. Vinnie flew through the air towards the Regenerator. With one hand, he ripped off the silver box.

"Oh, no you don't!" The Symbiote cried out.

Harley's hand extended towards Vinnie. A tree branch swept through the air. Its sharp point was headed for him.

"No!" She cried, jumping in front of him. A sharp pain shot through her. She gasped to look down and see blood seeping out of her chest. Her body was just punctured by her own tree branch.

"HARLEY!" Vinnie screamed. She began losing consciousness.

"You fool! Why did you have to do that? My quarrel wasn't with you."

"I couldn't let you hurt him." Harley told him.

"Why?"

"I love him...with all my heart." She mentally replied.