Discussion and Attraction -Chapter 14
"We need to move the portal so no one sees us." Charley told Cecilla. The latter was watching the portal. Carbine had her blaster handy.
They were right on the street. A crowd was gathering and began noticing the three ladies surrounding the swirling round mass of magical energy.
"Don't worry." Cecilla simply waved her wand. The three women and the portal were surrounded by a huge round pink forcefield.
"Now, close your eyes and think of a safe place you want to go." Cecilla told Charley.
Charley closed her eyes and when she opened them, they reappeared inside the Last Chance Garage.
"Not a bad trick." Carbine said.
"How did you?" Charley asked, incredulous, looking around.
"Magic." Cecilla replied, smiling, then appearing to faint.
"Hey, you alright?" Charley asked, catching her as she was about to fall.
"Just a little tired. That spell takes a lot of my strength." Cecilla explained, reaching for a chair nearby, "I'm glad I don't use it a lot. I'll be alright. Thank you."
"Hope the guys are doing okay." Carbine said.
"They're the Biker Mice From Mars. This what they do. I believe in them." Charley replied.
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"Our soldiers need more training, but with you helping us, Big Brother, we have a chance. The Regime has to pay for what they did to us!" Minerva aka Piston said.
Throttle noticed the hurt tone in her voice and the angry look on her face.
"Uncle Axle and Aunt Silky?" He asked.
She slowly nodded.
"I was nineteen when the Regime took over Mars. They left our cities intact as long as we did what they wanted. What they wanted were slaves. Uncle Axle and Aunt Silky spoke out against them and were shot down where they stood." Minerva wiped a tear that ran down her furry cheek.
"Piston.." Throttle said, in shock.
"The people were frightened. They saw what happened when you went against the Plutarkians. They took a lot of our people to Plutark to become slaves. The Fish Faces then inhabited a lot of the cities including Scarlet City." Minerva said, "I was allowed to stay on Mars and sing at the Crimson Palace as long as I paid them a large amount of the money that came into the Palace."
"I was too old to be a slave. So they left me here to continue selling hot dogs while taking a lot of my profits." Mac said.
"Those rotten reek fishes!" Modo said, eye red as a fiery ash.
"What say we go find the Fish Faces and fry their fins?" Vinnie asked, hoping Throttle will say yes.
''As much as I like that idea, we gotta play this one by the book." The tan furred leader replied.
"Aw, you're totally killing my buzz, bro." Vinnie grumbled.
"We don't know who the key players are in this game." He explained.
"I can take you to the Regime's headquarters." Mac began.
"And so can we."
The mice looked up to see a large group of Plutarkian soldiers trying to surround the mice.
"Surrender or be taken!" The Plutarkian Throttle socked at the club shouted.
"Oh, mama. Here comes trouble." Modo said, as he and his friends saw the huge group of Plutarkians surrounding them.
"Not to worry, bro. I got the troubleshooter right here." Vinnie said, hitting a button on his bike which discharged a missile blowing and knocking the throng of their enemies into the air.
"And that works, too. Thanks to Wyatt Earp here." Throttle said, sarcastically.
Unfortunately, more Plutarkians came shooting at them with blasters. Modo pulled Piston down to protect her from the line of fire. Throttle pulled Mac down while Vinnie ducked down.
"Thank you." Piston said to Modo.
"You're welcome, Miss Piston-Minerva Ma'am." Modo replied, blushing at the attractive female mouse next to him who also blushed.
"Call me Minerva." She said.
"Is Minerva an alias, ma'am?" He asked.
"It's the name of an old Warner Brothers Earth cartoon character. My uncle found an old Earth comic book near Red Rim Pass. I dont know how it got there but there was a character named Minerva Mink. I loved the name so I used it as a stage name when I was performing." She explained, "It's who I am now."
"The Plutarkians got us pinned down! What'll we do?" Mac asked, worried.
"You know how to fire a blaster?" Throttle asked, handing it to him.
"Son, I sell hot dogs for a living. I wouldn't know what to do first." He replied, holding up his hands.
"I thought you said you were training soldiers to fight the Reek Fishes." Throttle said.
"I just serve hot dogs and root beers to them. Minerva here does a lot of the training. I don't know how to use a gun."
"Oh, for the love of Mars! Gimme that!" Minerva cried out, taking the blaster from Mac and cocking it. Then blasting away a Plutarkian that tried to sneak up on them.
The mice were impressed. This girl definitely was on fire. She had a toughness that rivaled Charley and Carbine put together.
"Not bad." Throttle said, chuckling.
"Thanks to Uncle Axle. He taught me to use a gun when I reached my teens. Nothing to it." She replied, grinning.
"My turn." Modo said, firing his cybernetic arm at a Plutarkian in a land vehicle causing it to turn over and crash into an approaching group of land vehicles.
"Not bad yourself." Minerva said, very impressed.
"We have to get out of here. Regroup with our rebel fighters." Mac told her.
She nodded.
"We'll cover you. Modo, get Piston to safety. Vinnie, get Mac." Throttle called out.
"And what you gonna do, bro?" Vinnie asked.
"Divide and Scatter Number Ten!" Throttle called out.
"Hop on, Miss Minerva ma'am." The large grey furred mouse said.
"Sure. And it's just Minerva, okay? Cut out the Ma'am. It makes me sound old." She replied.
"No disrespect, but, you don't look old. Pretty as a blooming rose."
"Oh, you're sweet." She said, caressing the furry giant's cheek which made him blush.