Resolution-Chapter 14
"And I'm trying to save our race, too." Torris Rainer said, pointing a blaster at the mice, "Which is why I can't let you interfere."
Suddenly, an odd looking large spacecraft materialized out of thin air. It hovered over in the sky. Elongated cords wrapped around his body.
"No!" He cried.
"Torris Rainer of Mars, by order of the Intergalactic Tribunal of Space, you are charged with the murder and other crimes against Mars. You are hereby to be held till your trial at the Federal Penitentiary on Moon Alpha-9." The judge that presided over the space tribunal told him.
Torris disappeared along with the the judge and the humongous space ship.
"What'll we do about them?" Carbine asked, pointing to the Martian Mice clones who looked up at the spaceship in awe.
"Not to worry. They're also programmed to obey me as well as Torris." Charla replied, then getting up. Stoker helped her up. She gave him a grateful smile.
"My people, hear me. One group will stay here to rebuild Brimstone City. The rest will come with me." She said.
The clones bowed to Charla.
"We will help you to rebuild your cities that the Plutarkians destroyed." She told Stoker.
"Much obliged. It'll appreciated." Stoker replied, grinning.
"It's the least we can do. Besides, I could use some pleasant company." She purred, gazing at Stoker.
The older command leader was still a fine cut of a mouse. He still retained his good looks in spite of him pushing close to fifty.
"I think that woman's got the hots for Stoke." Throttle told his two bros.
"Wouldn't surprise me." Modo chuckled.
"She's definitely has been giving him the eye." Vinnie demonstrated, by winking.
The white mouse couldn't have been happier. Now he'll leave Charley alone. More so since he and her were now a couple.
...
Torris Rainer along with the other members of the former Martian Mouse Council were found guilty of the number of murders of Martian Rats and Mice including Harley's family. They were sentenced and shot into space like Harley had been. This time, thankfully, the Biker Mice stayed on Mars while Stoker and Carbine went to the trial.
They were helping in the cleanup and rebuilding of their cities. It was a big job. The people along with the clones cleared away damaged debris then began rebuilding the buildings. They had been working all day. The Biker Mice normally hated cleaning up but this was something they were willing to do. It meant their people would finally have a chance to restore Mars back to how it was before the Reek Fishes came and strip mined it.
Plus, they were glad for the distraction.
Watching Harley get sentenced was still too much for the three mice to take. Her blood curdling screams as the laser ripped her body apart still rang in their heads. She had been a friend of theirs. Someone they had gotten close to especially Vinnie. Someone who was changed by this whole messed up war.
"If we had tried harder to find her, maybe she wouldn't have turned bad." Vinnie said.
"Losing her family made her crazy." Modo said, "I thank the heavens I never went through anything like that. Losing my momma was bad enough, but I'm glad she wasn't murdered." Modo replied, looking down.
"Bros, bros. We all know Harley had been a good friend but somehow she strayed away." Throttle joined in, sighing, "I hate that she went on the enemy's side. I wish we could've done more for her."
"Guys, you can't blame yourselves for what happened to Harley. She chose to work with the Rats. Chose to betray us. It was all her choice." Charley told them, "She let hate and anger eat away at her heart."
"I'm sad for your friend. " Arielle said.
"If I had saved her from Mace, none of this wouldn't have happened to her." Vinnie said.
"Vinnie, you have to move forward. You can't dwell on the past."
They looked up to see Carbine and Stoker approach.
"She's right, Vin. And as much as I hate to agree, Harley did make her choice. It's a decision that she's had to live with." Stoker said.
Deep down, the white mouse knew everyone was right. Harley made the decision to betray their friendship. He had to accept that.
Charla smart in a white apron was now ringing a triangle shaped bell.
"Lunchtime, everyone!" She cried, "Arielle, come help me."
Within minutes, a sumptuous lunch of roasted turkey sandwiches, vegetable soup, and root beers were served.
"Dig in." She told everyone.
"Wow! That looks good!" Stoker said, eying the food happily, "Aw, you didn't have to do all this, Charla."
"Oh, it's no , I'd do anything for you, big boy." Charla purred which made Stoker blush.
"Woooohoooo!" The Biker Mice whooped and hollered. Modo fanned himself with his hand.
Oh, yeah, Charla was seriously crushing on the older mouse.
...
By the end of the week, Brimstone City as well as the other cities. Spitfire and Stoker were even able to teleport Red Tower from Plutark back to Mars. There was even more reason to rejoice as everyone gathered the next day outside the newly rebuilt Scarlet Park. It had been a beautiful national park with marble footpaths lined with red tulips. The Plutarkians had leveled it during the war. But with the help of Torris' clones, it was rebuilt. The same foottpaths were lined with tulips that Stoker recreated with the Regenerator.
Everyone had come to witness the marriage of Commander Throttle and General Carbine. Throttle wore a white suit and was a fine figure of a mouse. Vinnie and Modo stood next to their bro dressed in navy blue suits. Throttle was nervous as all get out.
"Relax, Throttle. People get married all the time. It's no big deal." Vinnie told him.
"Easy for you to say." Throttle replied, "You and Charley-girl haven't made that commitment yet."
"Hey, we just made being a couple official. We're just taking things slow for now." Vinnie flushed.
"It's kinda the same with me and Arielle." Modo told them, "Of course, I want to marry her as soon as possible."
"Just think about the wedding night. That'll motivate you." Vinnie grinned, slyly at his two bros.
"You got a dirty mind." Throttle said, "Anybody ever tell you that?"
"Hey, I gotta be me." He smirked.
"A dirty mind and an inflated ego. You're a mess, Vinnie." Modo said, shaking his head.
"But I have the purest heart. Charley-girl isn't complaining especially about my good looks." He grinned, "And speaking of looking good..."
All three mice turned to see Charley arrayed in a long pale red gown approach them. Her hair was done up in a French braid. A single red rose bud decorated the side of her head. She was already beautiful but seeing her like this made her even more so.
It took the white mouse's breath away. Arielle walked behind her similarly arrayed. Modo nearly choked on seeing her. She was stunning. Both of them stood next to their sweethearts. Finally Carbine walked towards them.
She was a vision of sheer loveliness in a gorgeous white gown of satin and a gossamer veil. Throttle was totally floored at seeing her.
"You okay, muscle mouse?" Carbine asked him, placing her hand in his, and glancing at him.
"Now that you're here I'm more than okay." He replied, giving her one of his slow smiles. A gentle smile reserved just for her.
"And I'm just as glad you're here, too." She smiled back.
The young general bubbled over with joy. Throttle was finally going to be hers.
...
Stoker gave a toast to the newlyweds.
"Congratuations, Mr. and Mrs. Throttle. May you have many years of happiness." Stoker said, raising a glass of Martian wine to them.
Everyone else toasted the happy couple. Vinnie and Modo were happy for their leader and older bro. Carbine happily cuddled in the chest of her new husband. Throttle had his arm around her waist. She had hers around his.
" I wish you well and lots of happiness with the Commander." Rosalie told Carbine.
"Thank you." Carbine said.
"And...and I'm sorry I acted jerky." She said.
"Well, if you're woman enough to admit you were wrong, I guess we can forgive you." Carbine said.
"Yeah, thanks."
...
"Mars is finally on it's way back." Charley told Vinnie.
She rode with him on his bike. Carbine rode with Throttle while Arielle rode with Modo. The three couples looked around at the newly rebuilt Brimstone City now restored back to its original beauty before the Reek Fishes came.
"It's a day I never thought we'd see." He replied, in awe at how quickly the Martian cities were being rebuilt.
"We did it, bros. We saved Mars." Modo cried out, happily.
"Everyone here did it. Not just us. But everyone." Throttle said.
"They sure did." Carbine said, "Mars is coming back with new life."
...
"Quit being so mysterious. Why are we here?" Arielle asked Modo.
Modo had led her away to a rock pile surrounded by wildflowers and a clear stream.
"It's a surprise." He said.
She was in her succubus form. She now no longer wore her amulet she was free to be herself. She rode with her beloved and hid her bat wings. She used her magic to hide her claws so they wouldn't cut Modo. The only thing that remained was her tail and pointed mouse like ears that didn't take away from her lovely face.
Modo then got on one knee as her hands flew to her face.
"Arielle, I love you. I know I ain't much to look at but I want to marry you if you'll have me..." He began asking.
"Modo, you're handsome! Beautiful.. Every part of you is perfect." She replied, drawing towards him cradling him in her arms. His arm went around her then he looked at his metal one.
"Old arm's kinda ugly." He muttered.
"Well, I think it's beautiful because it's part of you." She replied, placing it around her waist, "And yes, my darling! I'll marry you!" Arielle gushed.
"Oh, momma! Darling, you've made me the happiest mouse on Mars!"
She watched awestruck as he placed a beautiful bonding bracelet with a heart shaped red jewel in the center of it on her wrist.
"I'll treasure it. Always." She smiled.
...
Seven years later...
"And the biker Prince and his princess saved Mars from the evil Fish People. The End." Throttle read from a book to a small child of six who sat in bed.
"Tell it again, Daddy, please." The child begged.
"No, Pistol. It's time for bed." He told her.
"Aww." She pouted.
"You heard your father."
Both mice looked to see Carbine walking into the room. She had her hand on her stomach. A very large stomach. Throttle got up to help her.
"Throttle, I'm fine. I'm pregnant. Not sick." She told him.
"Still can't be too careful, beautiful. After all, my son or daughter is in there." He replied.
"It's going to be a son. The doctor confirmed it." She grinned.
"Aw, I wanted a sister." Little Pistol pouted, "Boys are so icky."
"Your daddy isn't icky." Carbine said.
"Not daddy. I love my daddy!" She squealed, hugging him.
"And I love my little Pistol." The proud papa said, hugging her.
"As well as my wife and my son" He grinned, holding Carbine who grinned back.
"And I love my family." Carbine smiled, with a grin that spread from ear to ear.