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This chapter contains parts of the former tv series storyline. Yes, you'll see.

Chapter 2
Modo was the first one to awake. A strange chemical smell stung in his sensitive nose and his whole body felt numb. Something was different with his sight too, but he couldn't figure out what exactly was out of normal. He was laying on a metal bunk bed, big leather bound his naked body. Rising his head as far as possible he saw something was wrong with his arm, but his mind could not comprehend what it was. He let his gaze wander around the sterile room and something caught his attention. A strange looking creature bent over someone while humming and cackling once in a while. He blinked a few times and let the situation drop in. The strange creature looked similar to an earth men – or a caricature of an earth men – red hair on the top of his head and with big strange glasses on. He wore a long, white doctor's coat and held a medical instrument in his skinny hands.
On the operating table lay a tanned furred …. Throttle. It hit Modo like a strike. A deep growl escaped his throat, luckily unnoticed from the eerie doctor who was still humming cheerful. He remembered now. The plutarkian spacecrafts, the attack of the base. Quietly he tried to move, but the leather belts kept him in place. His glazes stayed on his right arm … or well.. the place where his arm used to be. Instead there was a metallic thing. It took a while until he recognised the thing as a cyber weapon. Thinking about it it somehow came to life and a small laser stepped out. He slightly tilted his head and tried hard to think. The doctor was still busy, blood dropping from the medical instrument and he cackling of joy. He focused on his metallic arm and with a soft buzzing sound the laser disappeared again. He turned his head, searching for his younger brother and saw Vinnie laying down close to him on a plank bed under a white blanket. A bandage was wrapped around the right side of his face and his visible left eye was closed. His breathing was deep and steady. A lab he thought while cold shivers ran down his spine a creepy and sick laboratory. Panic rose but with it irrepressable anger as he watched in horror the doctor creature sewing a seam at Throttles eyes.
The arm laser popped out again and he somehow just knew how to used it. He moved to the right angle and a small laserbeam cut through the belt holding his legs down. Still he heard the manically laughing of the thin creature torturing his bro. Determined he flexed his new metallic arm and the leather strap tore up like paper. The creature stopped his evil doing and turned to Modo very slowly. Modo freed himself from the last straps and sat up with a wicked smile while pointing his arm cannon at the doctor. „Hi weirdo." The doctor's jaw dropped then an crazy smile appeared in his face „Nice little mousie, calm down. Everything's allright" he said in perfect martian language, his voice scratchy and thin and his hands –with a bloody needle – held up high in the air. „Go. Away. From. My. Bro, you monster." Modo said with a low threatening tone. „I .. I tried to .. eh .. fix him up. Just nursed his wounds, you see?" Modo shot the laser but missed the creature a few inches. It let out a shriek and started running for a metal door. Modo aimed and shot but somehow his distant vision was strange and he missed the doctor who therefor was able to escape.
With weak steps the large mouse stood up and walked to his unconscious tan furred leader. The sight was hard to see as Throttles eyelids were pinned open and his eyes were bloody and .. bionic. His heart skipped a few beats and panic began to rise again. Breath, big guy, breath he told himself and released the shackles of his friend. Carefully he removed the sticky tape from his eyelids. „Throttle, wake up," he pled while removing the cannula of an infusion in Throttles neck. The answer was a weak moan. „You really need to wake up now" he urged, softly shaking his bro. The cold bionic eyes moved without focusing. „Modo?" he asked with a weak husky voice. „Yes, yes. It's me bro, stand up, we have to go." „What happened?" Throttle asked, his new eyes still twitching. „Ah dunno, but we have to go now. We are in great danger. Can you walk?" Throttle stood up with shaking legs but managed to stay at his feet. „Yeah, that'll do." Modo wondered while his leader still clung to his arm after the first steps and a scary thought crossed his mind. „A…are you able to.. see, bro?" he stuttered. Throttle blinked a few times, his face distended in pain. „Well.." he started and cleared his throat. „It is so damn bright here, the light stings my eyes. Ah can see some contours," he admitted slowly. „What's wrong with my eyes, big guy?". Modos heart grew heavy and he sighted. „You're gonna be okay, Throttle, don't worry." The tan mouse chuckled „Modo, you're a bad liar, always have been." „Well…" Modo sighed but then suddenly found their clothes laid over a chair in front of a desk and their weapons as well. „Here," he said to the brown furred mouse and passed his stuff, „get yourself dressed or Vinnie gets envious again" the grey mouse joked and put on his green freedom fighter outfit as well.
While he walked over to where Vinnie was lying he heard noise behind the door the doctor used to escape. „We got company" Throttle said and aimed his laser gun in general direction at the door. „Where are our bikes, by the way?" „Ah can't see them", Modo answered and pushed Vinnie back and forth by the shoulders. „Tssss, lemme sleep, Stoker" the white mouse mumbled sleepily. The door burst open the same moment Throttle started to shoot. Modo grabbed his youngest bro and tore him to the ground, shielding him with his big body from the ultrasonic waves crossing the room."Autch, what's wrong with you" Vinnie slurred angrily and opened his left eye. Modo threw Vinnies flares and guns at the white mouse and screamed. „Get back on your feet and fight." This cleared Vinnies head immediatly. He always loved to fight. „Whooohoooo, music to my ears" he screamed, jumped at his feet while aiming his gun at the enemies. „Vinnie is back, you stinkin' fish bones. You won't get this mouse down." He jumped over the operating table and behind a small desk at the side of the room while shooting at the incoming plutarkians. Although he was naked it didn't seem to bother him at all. Modo joined the fight and the fishes had to retreat to the hallway.
A distant roaring could be heard. „Maybe we are lucky," Throttle yelled and whistled, while still shooting in the direction where he thought the fishes had to be. The engine sounds grew louder accompanied by loud explosions. „It seems our ladies also have fun" he laughed and put his gun back in the holster. There were rumbling noises to be heard from outside the laboratory, weird screams and swearing in Plutakian language, then three bikes shot in the room and headed for their owners. The three mice jumped on the seats and fired their missiles at the plutarkians. „Vamenos, Bros. Is there a window ahead?" Throttle asked. Vinnie gave Modo an irritated look. Modo shook his head which said ‚I'll explain later'. „Nah. Not exactly," he said, shooting two missiles of his bike at the wall. The wall crumbled in dust and opened the view to mars' red dunes. „Let's go, bros," Throttle yelled, then whispered to his bike „get us out of here, beautiful lady." She made a beep, sped out and flew out of the hole. Modo followed immediatly whereas Vinnie grabbed his stuff and threw a glance back. A harpoon missed him, if only just. He revved up and accelerated to catch up with his brothers.