God?

Warning: Character idolism. XD

The silence was eerie; no-one dared speak fearing that the moment would be broken. All eyes were focused on the male before them. His form was tall and proud; the moment he appeared he demanded respect. Each step was taken with careful and graceful precision. He stood before them, analysing them as they watched him. His hands placed themselves on his hips, his antenna and ears pointed forward listening for even the slightest word or breath. His tail was twirling lazily behind him revealing his good mood.

The youngest and newest cadets were frozen in fear and amazement at meeting the idol of the Freedom Fighters. It was not every day that the mice could see the famous Throttle Maverick. The illusive Commander was a stunning specimen of strength and beauty. His story of how he was picked up from the streets and slowly rose to the top of their organisation was legendary, it gave hope to everyone. Maybe one day with this God that walked among them, they could defeat the Plutarkians and finally achieve peace.

The young mouse had already united the tanned and coloured mice. Even now, right in front of him stood the tanned and coloured armies, united as one army. He'd freed the coloured mice from colour prejudice and now with their support, he could end the Plutarkian and Martian war. Every mouse believed he could, after all Throttle Maverick was the Martian Symbol of Freedom.

Throttle was the God of Freedom.

A/N:- This chapter was about exploring how people see Throttle. Whenever his bros and he get involved, they almost always win. In my story outcast, he has pretty much united the tanned and coloured. XD I wouldn't be surprised if some think he's a God! I know a lot of fan-girls already do! *Guilty as charged!* XD