Torris' Master Plan- chapter 5
Torris reached out to touch Charley's cheek when she karate kicked at him. He drew his hand back.
"Keep your meat hooks to yourself, you dirty old pervert!" She screamed, "Or I'll rearrange your face!"
She had been around Earth guys who acted the same way. She had to endure catcalls and lewd comments from one guy when while she was in engineering school till she took self-defense classes. That same guy tried to grab her butt once and she ended up kicking his butt. He left her alone after that.
"Guys are the same everywhere." She thought, as she glanced at Torris fists poised and ready to make good on her threat.
Vinnie grinned with pride at the angry auburn-haired human woman. What she on fire or what?
Torris threw his head back and laughed.
"Fiesty and sharp tongued. I love that in a woman!" He exclaimed, "You'll make a fine addition to my harem. You and Carbine."
"Dream on, ya creep!" Carbine said, taking out her blaster.
"You're not taking them anywhere." Throttle said, whistling.
Three bikes came racing through knocking down Plutarkians. Each of the mice got on their bikes. Throttle grabbed Carbine helping her on his bike. Vinnie helped Charley onto his bike. They rode off.
The mice blasted their way knocking Plutarkians right and left. Suddenly, something that looked like Slinkys went under their bikes. It stopped them from moving. Their bikes were held in place. The mice along with Charley were thrown from their bikes.
"What are those metal springs?" Charley asked.
"Martian tangle springs." Throttle replied.
"But the only ones who've ever used them have been our own people." Carbine said, puzzled, "A lot of our people have been wiped out during the Plutarkian Invasion of Mars."
"They were, but thanks to modern science, I have achieved and recreated them."
Martian Mice dressed in soldier uniforms now aimed blasters at the Biker Mice and their female companions.
"You mice have the honor of witnessing my greatest achievement: Martian Mice clones replicated from a single strand of DNA." Torris said.
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Back at Martian Command, the four former members of the Martian government we're now behind bars. They were labeled as war criminals.
Stoker was concerned about the Biker Mice, Charley, and Carbine.
"Something's wrong. It's not like those rookies not to keep me posted." Stoker was telling Spitfire.
"You think...they've been caught?" Spitfire asked.
"Going against someone like Torris Rainer, it wouldn't surprise me." He sighed, "They're the best soldiers I've trained. But Torris is very smart."
"Then we gotta help them!" Rosalie was saying.
"But we'd get caught, too. Can we risk it?" Spitfire replied.
"They're the Biker Mice from Mars! They're a legend! Besides, the Fish Faces have General Carbine! She's the leader of the Freedom Fighters. We lose her, we lose this war!" Rosalie said.
"Any risk to save fellow soldiers is worth taking. Brimstone City will be heavily guarded by Fish Faces. We'd have to sneak in there."
"Then whatever we do, let's do it!" Spitfire cried out, hopping on her mini cycle and riding off.
"That kid has got so much of Vinnie's personality it ain't even funny." Stoker said, shaking his head.
Rosalie smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
...
The Biker Mice, Carbine, and Charley stared in awe. They were in a laboratory of some kind. All around them were life size glass containers containing Martian Mice in some green liquid. Tubes of every kind were connected to these containers.
"Those people...They look like our people...are they alive?" Throttle asked, thunderstruck.
"They are. And they're clones of Martian Mice who lived. These are the only ones my scientific team could get a DNA profile from. They look and feel just like Martian Mice without any memories of their former lives.
"You're cloning Martian Mice?! Why?" Carbine asked.
""To revive our race. I told you. I intend to create a perfect race of Martian Mice. Pure and unspoiled. The Plutarkians as well as the Rats destroyed our people, but the Martian Mouse race will be reborn!" Torris declared, "And I shall be its ruler!"
"I have already created hundreds of clones. I have replicated males but also females." Torris said, as a door opened and two female Martian Mice appeared. They were pale gray mice with dark gray hair pulled in the back. They wore tops with knots in the front that showed off a bit of cleavage and blue shorts. They had curvy figures and were super attractive. The Biker Mice were entralled. Vinnie and Modo couldn't take their eyes off the gorgeous mice women.
Even Throttle couldn't believe how attractive these females were and their thousand watt smiles lit up the room. He was in a daze till Carbine frowned and elbowed him in the chest. That brought him out of his trance.
"Making clones isn't going to help our race." Throttle told Torris.
"Isn't it? You can't tell me you don't find my female associates attractive?" Torris asked.
"Yeah, well, beauty is only skin deep." He replied, face a little flushed.
"My clones are more than just attractive." Torris said.
"Your synthetic dolls aren't real people." Carbine said.
"Care to take one of them on?" He asked.
One of the clones faced Carbine. The latter went to sock her when the clone blocked it and twisted Carbine's arm behind her back. Carbine leg tripped her and flipped her over her shoulder. The girl leg tripped her and soon they both were on the floor brawling. Carbine socked the clone who fell back. She then kneed Carbine in the groin. The general sank to her knees.
"Carbine!" Throttle cried out, rushing to her side.
The clone was about to fight her some more.
"Enough!" Torris said, hand up, "Help the general up."
The clone bowed and helped Carbine off the floor. Then backed away from her.
"I have heard of you Biker Mice. Such a team on my side will make me unstoppable! What do you say? Join me and all of Mars will bow to our feet!"
"You sold out our people! Our planet! And for what? Plutarkian gold gills!" Throttle exclaimed.
"That makes you the biggest rat on this planet!" Modo said.
"So who's the traitor now, bucko?" Vinnie said.
"You choose death to serving me?"Torris said to them, "What a shame. Enforcers!"
Giant black Martian Rats stood before the mice who were dwarves compared to them.
"Show them what we do to insurgents."
A black Rat slammed his fist into his other hand.
"Oh, momma! That is one big, ugly Rat!" Modo exclaimed.