Title: A mouse by Any Other Name
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
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X.
They pulled outside the base to find Jessie's bike with lazors trained at them.
"Easy, boy." Chrome tried to sooth. "It's me, you know your buddy Chrome." The bike hesitated and shot a lazor by his foot.
"Fine," He grubled lowly "It's me...Rusty."
The bike seemed to think for a moment before retracting it's weapons.
"Rusty?" Pirro snickered.
Chrome turned to him. "I though I tould you not a word!"
Pirro shut his mouth but his face held a grin that was just as jabbing.
They both moved into the old Plutarkian base the sound of their feet heavy on the old metal plating.
The sound of a lazor gun cocking caught Chromes attention first and he imedently dove for cover and pulling his gun with one hand while hauling Pirro with him with the other. A lazor shot singed the wall that had been infront of him leaving a long scorch mark.
"Chrome??" The startled voice he recoginized "It that you?"
"That depends," Chrome quiped back "Are you going to shoot me?"
"Are you going to dope me up? I do assume that's Pirro with you. If Stoke thinks for one minute...!"
Chrome tentivly raised from his hiding spot and looked at Jess. "Hey Lover, no one's gona dope you up with anything unless your planing on going phyco on me."
"Well,...I guess not." She replaced her gun.
"Oh my poor head." Pirro complained getting to his feet. "Thanks." He said snidly at Chrome.
"You sould thank him." Jessie said pointing to the scorch mark "That could have been your head."
Pirro looked shocked at the wall and Chrome walked past him a snide grin on his face. "So, what have you been doing except redecoration all these hours?" Chrome asked.
Jessie led him into a large room that looked like some sort of lab, "What? you don't just luvvv what I've done to the place?"
Chrome grined at her and she grined back.
"I've been trying to get into the main computer systems of this place. Remember the first thing that Stoke ever taught us. Know you ememy better then they know themselves...so that's what I want to know. She came from here, she has to be in here somewhere."
"You get any progress made?" He asked looking over the twisted wires and jurry rigged consoules.
"I almost had it running before you chouder heads
interupted. How'd you get by my bike anyway?"
"Ole Rusty here convinced him." Pirro snickered.
"Sorry about that," Jessie smirked "But I'm afraid that's all he's ever heard me refer to you as..." She cleared her throat and looked away from his bayful glare. "Give me a few more minutes and I sould be able to get something."
Good to her word, a few minutes later she had the main computer back on line. "It's got a few holes in it's main data base but lets see what I can hack into. Lucky for us the Plutarkian's didn't think to use sificated sercurity systems..." She snorted "Like that would have been a problem for yours truely anyway....hold the communicator for a moment,"
She glared intently at the screen. "What the heck is this??" She scanned it breafly and her eyes kept getting wider and wider. "Hey you two, listen to this." Jessie read from the screen.
~The splicing went almost to perfection. The speciem is begaining to show eairly development and this morning a finger moved within the containment jar. We hope that before to long it will be fully aware of it's suroundings. This speciem shows more promice then
any of the others and we think for once that the combonation of Plutarkian and Martian Mouse DNA have finally combined in the right combination. The speciem is showing signs of developing a martian tail although it apears to not have the martian ears. This is unfortunate, as we had been hoping to make the speciem as completly martian mouse in apperiance as possible as it would
make infiltration much easier in the long run.~
The three looked at each other.
"Gean splicing with a Plutarkain?" Pirro frowned "I don't like the sound of that."
"You and me both." Jessie assured him "This one's dated a week later."
~Todays programing went forward flawlessly. The subject whom the is lovengly refered to as Sierra, shows a keen understanding of warfare and killing tecniques. She is learning quickly and can absorb any information given to her almost instintantily. She seems however to like questioning why she must kill but that will be bred out of her during her programing. She is now the
equivilent age mind of a teenager although she is only three days old. The inhanced aging process also seems to stimilate the brain functions and learning centers. This will be an vaubile information tool and this information will help us better to make more of her kind in the upcoming years. This virtual unstopable army will make short work of our rodent problem on this planent
as apon full development she is theorizied to be able to take down twice her number in closed confinements. She needs little food or water and is immune to every disease we have thrown at her. An army would be virtually unstopable.~
Chrome whisled "If the Plutarkian go their hands on that kind of warrior the war would be over faster then Cabine could curse."
"There's more," Jessie added and continued to read aloud.
~Project completian of Sierra, has been put on perminate hold. It seems that in the combination of geans is a overly high mental instablilty. The mouse and plutarikain DNA are vertually at war with one another and the hormones in her body make her mind unstable. Untill we have learned how to corect this problem the project has been ordered to be stalled. This is a shame because
it was only another couple months before she would have been able to be field tested.~
"The last entry was dated just one week before this place was attacked." Jessie said "There's no more."
"You mean one week before you blew it up." Chrome
corected
"Picky, Picky." Jessie taped in a few more comands and took a small shiny disk out of a slot in a computer that looked like a very small CD. "This has all the information and logs on it that the Plutarikans had."
"What I want to know is if she was here when the base got blown up then how has she managed to survive? That was almost five years ago. " Pirro asked eyes shining. "I mean if I knew the scientific benifits alone...."
"Well wory about that later." Jess said sliping the disk into a pouch. "We have to find this thing before it can do any more harm."
"Oh-no," Pirro shook his head. "We have orders to take you back to the base."
Jessie turned to Chrome. "Comeon Chrome," She said "This is a chance for me to prove myself as part of the team. No one else knows this and this thing is running around in the midst of that war out there. By the time we get back to base report and they send someone out to Carbine it may be too late! This thing is dangerous, we have the opertunity to save some lives here. What do ya say Rusty?"
Chrome looked from Jess to Pirro and was suddenly aware that he was the one in charge here. His disesion would either send them back to base or into the middle of a war. Jessie wore that grin on her face, the one that got him to do just about anything she wanted. Only this was diffrent. He knew she was right, he knew that this was the only solution.
"Yes." He finally said.
"But Chrome!" Pirro objected "We can't!"
"But we have to, don't you see?" He moved up to Piorro and gestured to the facility around them. "This place was a gean splicing facility. They were trying to create the perfect soldier. The perfect warrior. They almost did it, but something went wrong. We attacked them before they could fix it and now it's loose. If we don't stop this thing, this super warior it could turn the tide of this battle."
"But it's fighting on our side! With us!"
"Yes, Pirro it is...but for how long? How long till it decides that we're not the way to exact it's revenge? Till it's warped mind decides that we're to blame too! We have to stop it and we have to stop it now, before it decides that! Not to mention what the Plutarkians would have if they got their hands on her, I mean all this research could easily be duplicated."
"That's what I always loved about you Rusty," Jessie grined.
"I know," He sighed but smiled "I'm full of shit."
"No," She moved up to him and lightly kissed him. "Your sence of duty."
He blinked in surprise and then cleared his throat.
"Pirro," He turned to the red haired mouse. "I know your no fighter, and your more comphortable holding a scapel then a gun, so I'm not asking you to come with us. I want you to go to Stoker. Tell him what we found, what we're doing." He grined "And after he yells at you for letting us go, tell him to send backup
will ya."
Pirro blinked in surprise at his gentle barbing. The two of them rivals for a mouse that didn't seem to want to get close to either of them.But he was now sure that if the choice ever had to be made, he knew which mouse she would choose. "Sure, Chrome. I'll do that."
Chrome held out his hand and Pirro hesitated before clasping forearms with him. "I won't let you down."
"Were counting on it." Chrome assured him.
Pirro nodded and giving Jessie a nod also headed back to the freedom fighter base.
"Well lover," Chrome turned back to Jessie "Looks like it's just you and me again."
"I wish you would stop calling me that!" She sighed
poking him with an elbow in the ribs. "And it won't be the last time were on our own, I can almost gaurentee it."
"True. So, you want to find Carbine first or this Sierra?"
"If I had to face either one? Sierria." She said without a hint of hesitatation.
XI.
The two sped over the dunes and Jessie realized that ever now and then Chrome would look over at her.
"What is it Chrome?" She finally asked
"It's nothing..."He sighed and fell silent
Jessie shook her head and went back to watching sensors.
They were just outside the town when Jessie pulled up.
"We don't just want to charge in there." She explained "Carbine will have both our skins."
Bullet shots tore up the sand by the side of her and she startled, ducking low.
"Looks like we're not going to get a choice." Chrome said low in his seat too.
The two mice turned to be greated by a Plutarkian digging machine. Two plutarkians were inside the cockpit and another two snipers where perched on top of the roof.
Jessie nodded to him and she split left and he split right. The two shot lines each snaggin a front leg. Around the sides of the machine the two of them went crossing each other in the back of the thing. Back to the front and then straight ahead. The front two legs of the thing buckled and it tipped forward.
They both cut the lines and got out of it's way as it crashed into the sands.
Chrome pulled up along side it almost wincing as Jessie shot the pinned Plutarkians, that wicked almost glee entering her eyes before she turned back to him. "We must be close."
He nodded in agreement turning to his sensor so he wouldn't have to witness the blood bath that Jessie was obviously having fun with. She scared even him sometimes. "I don't think it's much farther…I'm getting a large cluster of organic life up ahead…or something along that anyway." He turned back to her trying to ignore the dead Plutarkians. "It's kinda a weird reading."
"Well," Jessie resheithed her gun. "Lets check it out."
The mouse turned at the sound of a gun being cocked and found a blaster aimed at his head. "What are you doing?" He asked incredublesly
The strange black female mouse grinned "Just dishing out a little payback." She said gleefully.
"I don't understand you were just helping us! Your not making any se- " He was cut off abrubtly as his brains splattered across the sands behing him. He fell with a thud his eyes wide and glassy.
She chuckled loudly "Didn't say I made sence…did I?" Reaching under the back of the bike, she drew out two martian grenades clicking them on. Lobbing them over her head, they landed in the middle of the saved refuges.
"Anyone for a barbaque?" She chuckled.
Jessie pushed her lips together as she serveyed the dead mice. "Guess she's not helping any more."
Chrome grimiced "Guess not." He carefully moved his bike away from someones arm. It was no longer attached to it's owner.
Author: Mandragoran
Rating: R (For violence)
Disclaimer: The Bikermice do not belong to me, they belong to other people other then me...the other mice characters belong to me though...please ask permission before using them...thanks
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X.
They pulled outside the base to find Jessie's bike with lazors trained at them.
"Easy, boy." Chrome tried to sooth. "It's me, you know your buddy Chrome." The bike hesitated and shot a lazor by his foot.
"Fine," He grubled lowly "It's me...Rusty."
The bike seemed to think for a moment before retracting it's weapons.
"Rusty?" Pirro snickered.
Chrome turned to him. "I though I tould you not a word!"
Pirro shut his mouth but his face held a grin that was just as jabbing.
They both moved into the old Plutarkian base the sound of their feet heavy on the old metal plating.
The sound of a lazor gun cocking caught Chromes attention first and he imedently dove for cover and pulling his gun with one hand while hauling Pirro with him with the other. A lazor shot singed the wall that had been infront of him leaving a long scorch mark.
"Chrome??" The startled voice he recoginized "It that you?"
"That depends," Chrome quiped back "Are you going to shoot me?"
"Are you going to dope me up? I do assume that's Pirro with you. If Stoke thinks for one minute...!"
Chrome tentivly raised from his hiding spot and looked at Jess. "Hey Lover, no one's gona dope you up with anything unless your planing on going phyco on me."
"Well,...I guess not." She replaced her gun.
"Oh my poor head." Pirro complained getting to his feet. "Thanks." He said snidly at Chrome.
"You sould thank him." Jessie said pointing to the scorch mark "That could have been your head."
Pirro looked shocked at the wall and Chrome walked past him a snide grin on his face. "So, what have you been doing except redecoration all these hours?" Chrome asked.
Jessie led him into a large room that looked like some sort of lab, "What? you don't just luvvv what I've done to the place?"
Chrome grined at her and she grined back.
"I've been trying to get into the main computer systems of this place. Remember the first thing that Stoke ever taught us. Know you ememy better then they know themselves...so that's what I want to know. She came from here, she has to be in here somewhere."
"You get any progress made?" He asked looking over the twisted wires and jurry rigged consoules.
"I almost had it running before you chouder heads
interupted. How'd you get by my bike anyway?"
"Ole Rusty here convinced him." Pirro snickered.
"Sorry about that," Jessie smirked "But I'm afraid that's all he's ever heard me refer to you as..." She cleared her throat and looked away from his bayful glare. "Give me a few more minutes and I sould be able to get something."
Good to her word, a few minutes later she had the main computer back on line. "It's got a few holes in it's main data base but lets see what I can hack into. Lucky for us the Plutarkian's didn't think to use sificated sercurity systems..." She snorted "Like that would have been a problem for yours truely anyway....hold the communicator for a moment,"
She glared intently at the screen. "What the heck is this??" She scanned it breafly and her eyes kept getting wider and wider. "Hey you two, listen to this." Jessie read from the screen.
~The splicing went almost to perfection. The speciem is begaining to show eairly development and this morning a finger moved within the containment jar. We hope that before to long it will be fully aware of it's suroundings. This speciem shows more promice then
any of the others and we think for once that the combonation of Plutarkian and Martian Mouse DNA have finally combined in the right combination. The speciem is showing signs of developing a martian tail although it apears to not have the martian ears. This is unfortunate, as we had been hoping to make the speciem as completly martian mouse in apperiance as possible as it would
make infiltration much easier in the long run.~
The three looked at each other.
"Gean splicing with a Plutarkain?" Pirro frowned "I don't like the sound of that."
"You and me both." Jessie assured him "This one's dated a week later."
~Todays programing went forward flawlessly. The subject whom the is lovengly refered to as Sierra, shows a keen understanding of warfare and killing tecniques. She is learning quickly and can absorb any information given to her almost instintantily. She seems however to like questioning why she must kill but that will be bred out of her during her programing. She is now the
equivilent age mind of a teenager although she is only three days old. The inhanced aging process also seems to stimilate the brain functions and learning centers. This will be an vaubile information tool and this information will help us better to make more of her kind in the upcoming years. This virtual unstopable army will make short work of our rodent problem on this planent
as apon full development she is theorizied to be able to take down twice her number in closed confinements. She needs little food or water and is immune to every disease we have thrown at her. An army would be virtually unstopable.~
Chrome whisled "If the Plutarkian go their hands on that kind of warrior the war would be over faster then Cabine could curse."
"There's more," Jessie added and continued to read aloud.
~Project completian of Sierra, has been put on perminate hold. It seems that in the combination of geans is a overly high mental instablilty. The mouse and plutarikain DNA are vertually at war with one another and the hormones in her body make her mind unstable. Untill we have learned how to corect this problem the project has been ordered to be stalled. This is a shame because
it was only another couple months before she would have been able to be field tested.~
"The last entry was dated just one week before this place was attacked." Jessie said "There's no more."
"You mean one week before you blew it up." Chrome
corected
"Picky, Picky." Jessie taped in a few more comands and took a small shiny disk out of a slot in a computer that looked like a very small CD. "This has all the information and logs on it that the Plutarikans had."
"What I want to know is if she was here when the base got blown up then how has she managed to survive? That was almost five years ago. " Pirro asked eyes shining. "I mean if I knew the scientific benifits alone...."
"Well wory about that later." Jess said sliping the disk into a pouch. "We have to find this thing before it can do any more harm."
"Oh-no," Pirro shook his head. "We have orders to take you back to the base."
Jessie turned to Chrome. "Comeon Chrome," She said "This is a chance for me to prove myself as part of the team. No one else knows this and this thing is running around in the midst of that war out there. By the time we get back to base report and they send someone out to Carbine it may be too late! This thing is dangerous, we have the opertunity to save some lives here. What do ya say Rusty?"
Chrome looked from Jess to Pirro and was suddenly aware that he was the one in charge here. His disesion would either send them back to base or into the middle of a war. Jessie wore that grin on her face, the one that got him to do just about anything she wanted. Only this was diffrent. He knew she was right, he knew that this was the only solution.
"Yes." He finally said.
"But Chrome!" Pirro objected "We can't!"
"But we have to, don't you see?" He moved up to Piorro and gestured to the facility around them. "This place was a gean splicing facility. They were trying to create the perfect soldier. The perfect warrior. They almost did it, but something went wrong. We attacked them before they could fix it and now it's loose. If we don't stop this thing, this super warior it could turn the tide of this battle."
"But it's fighting on our side! With us!"
"Yes, Pirro it is...but for how long? How long till it decides that we're not the way to exact it's revenge? Till it's warped mind decides that we're to blame too! We have to stop it and we have to stop it now, before it decides that! Not to mention what the Plutarkians would have if they got their hands on her, I mean all this research could easily be duplicated."
"That's what I always loved about you Rusty," Jessie grined.
"I know," He sighed but smiled "I'm full of shit."
"No," She moved up to him and lightly kissed him. "Your sence of duty."
He blinked in surprise and then cleared his throat.
"Pirro," He turned to the red haired mouse. "I know your no fighter, and your more comphortable holding a scapel then a gun, so I'm not asking you to come with us. I want you to go to Stoker. Tell him what we found, what we're doing." He grined "And after he yells at you for letting us go, tell him to send backup
will ya."
Pirro blinked in surprise at his gentle barbing. The two of them rivals for a mouse that didn't seem to want to get close to either of them.But he was now sure that if the choice ever had to be made, he knew which mouse she would choose. "Sure, Chrome. I'll do that."
Chrome held out his hand and Pirro hesitated before clasping forearms with him. "I won't let you down."
"Were counting on it." Chrome assured him.
Pirro nodded and giving Jessie a nod also headed back to the freedom fighter base.
"Well lover," Chrome turned back to Jessie "Looks like it's just you and me again."
"I wish you would stop calling me that!" She sighed
poking him with an elbow in the ribs. "And it won't be the last time were on our own, I can almost gaurentee it."
"True. So, you want to find Carbine first or this Sierra?"
"If I had to face either one? Sierria." She said without a hint of hesitatation.
XI.
The two sped over the dunes and Jessie realized that ever now and then Chrome would look over at her.
"What is it Chrome?" She finally asked
"It's nothing..."He sighed and fell silent
Jessie shook her head and went back to watching sensors.
They were just outside the town when Jessie pulled up.
"We don't just want to charge in there." She explained "Carbine will have both our skins."
Bullet shots tore up the sand by the side of her and she startled, ducking low.
"Looks like we're not going to get a choice." Chrome said low in his seat too.
The two mice turned to be greated by a Plutarkian digging machine. Two plutarkians were inside the cockpit and another two snipers where perched on top of the roof.
Jessie nodded to him and she split left and he split right. The two shot lines each snaggin a front leg. Around the sides of the machine the two of them went crossing each other in the back of the thing. Back to the front and then straight ahead. The front two legs of the thing buckled and it tipped forward.
They both cut the lines and got out of it's way as it crashed into the sands.
Chrome pulled up along side it almost wincing as Jessie shot the pinned Plutarkians, that wicked almost glee entering her eyes before she turned back to him. "We must be close."
He nodded in agreement turning to his sensor so he wouldn't have to witness the blood bath that Jessie was obviously having fun with. She scared even him sometimes. "I don't think it's much farther…I'm getting a large cluster of organic life up ahead…or something along that anyway." He turned back to her trying to ignore the dead Plutarkians. "It's kinda a weird reading."
"Well," Jessie resheithed her gun. "Lets check it out."
The mouse turned at the sound of a gun being cocked and found a blaster aimed at his head. "What are you doing?" He asked incredublesly
The strange black female mouse grinned "Just dishing out a little payback." She said gleefully.
"I don't understand you were just helping us! Your not making any se- " He was cut off abrubtly as his brains splattered across the sands behing him. He fell with a thud his eyes wide and glassy.
She chuckled loudly "Didn't say I made sence…did I?" Reaching under the back of the bike, she drew out two martian grenades clicking them on. Lobbing them over her head, they landed in the middle of the saved refuges.
"Anyone for a barbaque?" She chuckled.
Jessie pushed her lips together as she serveyed the dead mice. "Guess she's not helping any more."
Chrome grimiced "Guess not." He carefully moved his bike away from someones arm. It was no longer attached to it's owner.
