I do not own the BMFM and will make no profit from writing this tale. Actually it's the second such attempt I have made on a different kind of beginning for our handsome fur covered heroes and their human confidant. This one how ever is a bit more involved and detailed. If I have missed any typing, grammatical, or spelling error I beg your kind indulgence.
A New Origin
By Morning
2001
Part I
***Discovery***
The chestnut hair mechanic, with the hypnotic greenish blue eyes was far beyond tired. This was the third road call of the week and it was only Wednesday. She rubbed her sleepy eyes thinking, "Why would she have chosen to follow in her fathers foot steps, keep the family business going? Was it really worth the long hours, the grease, girt and grime?"
"Yeah, sure it was! What other life could she want?" Not only was it financially successful, but machines were her whole world. She'd inherited her father's genius for fixing just about any machine know to man and could probably take on some that weren't.
She continued down the dark rural road outside of the bustling metropolis known as Chicago, when a strange light from a not too distant field caught her attention. She would have kept going if not for the strange burning smell that filled the air apparently coming from the same direction.
Maybe some one had an accident since this area was notorious for people skidding of the road, but why would it be so far away. Still somebody might be hurt so she hit the, all terrain mode, on her truck and head in the direction of the light and smell.
Her truck finally braking through the small thicket she slammed on her brakes at the site of a large, what looked very much like a space craft laying half buried it the dirt. Her first reaction was too haul hinny out of there, but something, she couldn't tell what, compelled her to stay. Whether it was female curiosity or her thirst for adventure she didn't know, but she continued closer to the ship.
She stopped, got out of the truck and walked cautiously over even closer. There was definitely something burning and maybe some one was hurt inside. "But what if that some one had a strange alien weapon and tried to blow her into a million scattered atoms. What if they where looking for specimens to do their strange scientific experiments on? What if?… What if she just stops talking before she talked herself back into that truck?
Charley continued toward what looked like a side door to the craft, "Now, if this is anything like those old movies, as soon as I touch it the door will hiss open."
Slowly her hand felt the slightly warm alien metal but nothing happened, "well so much for truth in cinema." She looked around for something that might help her gain access to try and prey the door open.
Funny, she would think that she'd be terrified with the thought of possibly confronting some strange looking, alien creator, but in fact she could almost feel an odd gentle warm tugging at her mind. As if some thing or someone was trying to let her know she was in no danger from who or what ever was inside.
She thought for another second then went back to her truck, "Alien ship or not, a good old fashion crow bar will get it opened."
As she put the tool in place and got a hold on a tiny crack in the door it decided to slide open, sending Charley flying head long inside, she landing unceremoniously flat on her face. Closing her eyes and covering her head, the terrified young woman waited for the aliens to evaporate her, but nothing happened. Slowly she opened her eyes and stood gasping in awe at the inside of the ship. The whole interior was of some kind of light, smooth, gray, metal and on either side of the large room was two doors. The one to the left was shut tight, but the other was halfway opened and the burning smell seemed to be emanating from there.
Slowly she crept toward the opening stopping abruptly as she spied three life forms lying unconscious on the floor of what was obviously the control room. These where definitely not the big eyed, greenish gray, skinny beings the movies so often showed aliens to be. These looked like three fur covered big mousy looking humans or was it human looking mice. Whichever she knelt down beside one and dared to touch him. He moaned slightly turning over and she quickly jumped back.
Then slowly bending back to take a closer look at the now motionless alien she smiled uncontrollably, "Whoa, if you aren't something nice to look at, Snowball. I don't know where you guys come from, but they must have some impressive gyms from the looks of you guys, sure hope you 're friendly."
Charley's admiration was halted, as she noticed a crackling sound that was coming from the control panel and seeing small tongues of flames and smoke beginning to emerge. "Well, if this thing is going to go critical, I need to get you guys outta of here. But look at you, I would need a forklift to raise even one of you, especially you over there, Gigator," she said addressing the largest of the three aliens.
Suddenly she stood and ran out of the space ship and back to her truck. Returning she held a fire extinguisher, saying a small quick prayer and hoping that the chemicals wouldn't blow them all to kingdom come, she sprayed the area with the white liquid and it seemed to do the trick. The crackling stop and the smoke began dissipating. She sighed in relief, but an uneasy feeling made her spin around to see the tan furred alien having sat up and was now watching her.
"Oh m'gosh! Oh m'gosh! Now let's not do anything I will regret, okay? Umm…. I'm a friend, you know friend?" The startled mechanic babbled.
He made no attempt to get up, but held his hands to his eyes rubbing them as if they were causing him pain in some way. Then he began to look around the floor of the ship, feeling around as if he were almost blind. The young woman followed his searching and noticed an odd pair of eyeglasses lying not far from her feet.
She bent down to pick them up, "Are these what you are looking for?" her hand shook but she reached down to hold them closer to him.
Cocked his head strangely to one side and squinted trying to focus on what she had in her hand. Looking up at her he paused for a second then stood up to take them from her hand nodding a slightly as if to say thank you.
She gave him a tiny smile and nodded back then watched him attend to his companions.
Taking something from the green pouch he wore around his waist, he broke open a small container and put it under the gray Martian's nose. Moving back very quickly he just managed to avoid being swatted by his friends metal arm. A little dazed he looked at his tan friend then toward the frighten mechanic who was still cling tenaciously to silver cylinder. They both attended their white furred comrade until he came around, his attention immediately focusing to the pretty, frighten young female and to Charley's surprise smiled at her as if he really liked what he saw.
"Where are you from?" she sputtered. "This is earth, the planet earth. You know earth, third one from the sun, do you understand?"
The tan alien pulled his hand through the wild hair that fell into his face then turned to his gray friend and spoke to him in a language completely foreign to her. The white one just stood continuing, for lack of a better phrase, checking her out.
She held a little tighter to the container and smiled back at him nodding her head, "Smile all you want, Snowball, but you make one wrong move and you'll be wearing this thing, right between those cute, pink eyes of yours."
The tan Martian heard her speak and turned to notice that his friend was making her nervous and cuffed him on the shoulder apparently scolding him for his behavior. Then turning his attention toward her, he smiled apologetically.
Charley returned a grateful nod and from the way they responded to him she could tell he was very much the leader. The large gray one also gave her an apologetic smile and she saw such gentleness in his expression. The white one, almost pouting, gave her a quick nodding apology and she knew that he had to be the youngest of the three. Still she had to admit there was a certain boyish charm about him. Yes, there was something special about all three of these visitors from another world, something she genuinely liked. She definitely was impressed by how they looked and again the movies had gotten the whole alien life thing all wrong. These were not clad in one piece, matching, olive drab, metallic jump suits, but each seem to have his own very appealing style. Leather must have been an abundance commodity where they came from, because each was draped very handsomely nicely in it.
She watched as each went about checking the equipment in their fallen craft and it didn't take a translator to figure out, that they knew how much trouble they were in. Their vehicle was more than likely permanently grounded. The tan leader stood looking at his companions and they looked to him for some kind of direct.
"I wish there were something I could do, but I don't know if even I could help you fix what's wrong with your ship and I'm about the best around." Charley consoled even though she knew they didn't understand a thing she was saying.
He might not have understood the words, but the meaning seem to come across loud and clear. He looked at her, and then motioned for her to come closer to him. He wasn't about to approach her even though he could have easily disarmed her, but that would have only frightened her more.
Charley at first hesitated, but figured if they really wanted to harm her, one small fire extinguisher wasn't going to stop them. She put it down and walked over closer to the tall, tan furred, alien. He smiled and very gently put his hands on her shoulders trying to let her know that what he was about to do, wasn't going to harm her. Bending his head he let his red antenna touch the top of her forehead.
Charley gasped wide-eyed, as images started flooding into her mind, some words she didn't understand, but intense feelings and emotions almost consumed her. She saw a place with red sand and odd beings, none that looked human from what she understood human to be. There was fighting, dying, tears and pain everywhere. Most of what she saw she didn't understand completely, but one image stood out in her mind. His people seem to be fighting another kind of creature, big, horrendous looking things, with scaly blue skin and cold merciless eyes who seemed to be mindlessly killing his people. Something about their being captured, escaping and being shot down to her world also merged through all that was being communicated to her.
Everything was swirling into her mind too fast and she began to feel dizzy and weak. Overwhelmed, she began to topple over losing all the strength in her body. The alien saw what was happening and put his arms around her, holding her up until she regained her balance. Charley holding a hand to her head, closing her eyes, leaned on his shoulder for support.
After a moment she looked up and smiled at him, blushing from the pleasant feeling of his arms around her. His expression was one of concern, hoping that he hadn't done her any harm.
"I'm okay now, Goldie, thanks." She said as she reluctantly pushed away from him. "Well the closest planet I can remember, that would have all that red land would probably be Mars. Mars, is that where you're from?"
The leader recognizing what she said or at least the one word he repeated. "Mars," nodding his head, yes.
"Mars huh? Well, so kills the little green men theory. But you guys realize you can't stay here?" All she got was puzzled stares. "Look you," Charley pointed to the aliens, "Can't stay here," she motioned. "You come with me, understand?" She continued to motion in her own sort of sigh language.
The three regarded her, and then spoke to each other. Their leader turning toward her and nodded acknowledging what she had said.
"Good, by the way my name is, Charley," she said touching her chest, "Charley."
He looked at her then smiled putting his own hand to his chest he said, "Throttle." Then touching the shoulder of his large gray friend he said, "Modo." Surprising, the gray Martian took her hand and kissed it, bowing very gallantly, she giggled delighted. The white Martian just gave her a rather enticing look and said, "Vinnie."
The one named, Throttle spoke to his companions and they followed his directions. They began gathering up pieces of equipment. Charley direct them to store everything in the back of her truck. After they had salvaged, what they thought would be most important for their survival, Throttle pointed to the compartment on the opposite side of the ship. The one named Modo walked over and pushed a panel and out came the hottest, most incredible cycles, the mechanic had ever seen.
The three walked over and seated themselves and started up their machines that roared like powerful lions and seemed to come alive with an almost sentient awareness. The engines revved powerfully as the three flew out of the ship, over her truck, and landed to a perfectly stop. Charley could only watch, in complete admiration, to the skill of the experienced cyclist. She hopped down and boarded her truck. Then she began to realize that, her soon to be houseguest, couldn't go flying down the streets of Chicago, even this late, with out getting a few strange stares, if not causing a few traffic accidents.
"Hey you guys! You need to cover your heads." She signaled like she was pulling something over her head.
They looked at her with a, "we got it covered" smile and took helmets out of the compartments on their bikes. Even though they did look a little odd, the helmets being designed to accommodate their rather large ears and noses, it was enough for them to at least get through town. If you didn't look too hard and you ignored the tails.
They were just about to leave when Throttle took a small device from the leather jacket he wore. Turning toward the ship he pointed the device making the vehicle rubble loudly. It began vibrating and started to bury itself deep into the earth, not stopping until it had been completely concealed.
Charley could only shake her head in disbelief, but then realized that this was probably going to be just the beginning of many strange and wondrous things her alien visitors would expose her too.
To be continued….
