Resolution-chapter 32
"Your surrender for the women. What's it gonna be?"The Sand Raider who held Carbine called out.
"What we gonna do?" Modo asked Throttle.
"I'm thinking No Hands Manuever Number Six." Throttle replied.
"Can we do five? I look so studly doing five." Vinnie asked.
"No, number six. But we gotta get the ladies away first.'
Before the mice could do anything, Minerva jumped on the foot of the Sand Raider who held them. He momentarily lost his grip on the womens' wrists. He was jumping up and down holding his injured foot. The two women turned to run.
"Come back here!" The other Sand Raider yelled, with one hand he whipped out a blaster ready to shoot them when it was shot and vaporized out of his hand.
"You ain't hurting nobody on this mouse's watch!" Vinnie grinned, twirling two blasters in his hands. One of them was smoking. He blew it out.
The Sand Raider who held Carbine dropped her. Throttle caught her before she fell. Then the two Sand Raiders took off running.
Modo rode towards Minerva and Cecilla.
"You two ladies okay?" Modo asked.
"Fine. Thanks to you." Minerva smiled at the tall gray furred giant who blushed.
"Ahm glad, darlin'." Modo smiled back.
"And thank you, my white furred friend." Cecilla said to Vinnie.
"No problem, Charley-girl-" Vinnie caught himself, looking down then up at Cecilla, "I-I'm sorry, sweetheart, uh, Cecilla."
"Don't apologize." Cecilla replied, giving the young mouse, a gentle smile, while laying her hand on his arm, "And never apologize for loving her. You will see her again. I'm sure of it."
"Thanks." He said, flashing her a big grin.
...
Meanwhile, Throttle had picked up Carbine's unconscious form. He glanced at her. She looked as beautiful as she had during the war. A single memory crossed his mind.
Flashback...
He remembered fighting alongside her against the Fish Faces. A single laser blast struck him, he lost his balance and was going over the edge of a steep cliff. Carbine reached over and grabbed his hand pulling him up and onto the face of the cliff.
"You okay, Throttle?" She asked.
"Fine." He replied.
"Good because I don't want to lose you." She smiled at him.
"You don't have to worry." He murmured, cradling her cheek and smiling back, "I'm not going anywhere."
End Flashback...
"Life...it ain't no easy road." He sighed, sadly.
"Th-Th-Throttle?"
Carbine's voice cut into his thoughts. She had come to and was now staring at him.
"You're okay. Thank goodness." He replied, putting her down.
"Throttle!" Cecilla ran to him. He felt her arms go around him as he wrapped his arms around her. The present had come back to him.
"I'm so glad you're alright." She said, then seeing Carbine standing there, "Both of you."
"Bros! Look!" Vinnie called out, pointing.
Everyone looked to see Martian Mice on motorcycles ride down the hill towards them. Commander Braddock was in front of them.
"Freedom Fighters!" Modo exclaimed.
"General Carbine!" Commander Braddock said, stopping before her. He got off his bike and stood before her and saluted her. Carbine saluted back.
"At ease, soldier." She said, "What's the status on the freight shipments that were scheduled to come to Brimstone City?"
"The Fish Faces have a storage locker where they're keeping the freight. It's heavily guarded. But we found their location."
"Then let's go get it!" Throttle said, he then turned to Cecilla who stood next to him.
"Get to safety, babe. I'll be back." He told her.
"Be careful, my darling." She cradled his cheek in her hand and he smiled at her.
Carbine looked away. Throttle used to call her babe. He used to look at her the way he was now looking at Cecilla.
"Let's move out!" She called out, as Commander Braddock helped her onto his bike.
...
Meanwhile, the Plutarkians had built a huge silo to store the ships that contained food and medicine. The drivers were put in a huge cage locked with a chain and padlock. Armed guards walked around it holding rifle like blasters.
One of them said, "Commander, Freedom Fighters approaching the main entrance!"
"Do those fools really think they can get through? Blast them into space bits! Now!" He yelled.
Within seconds, the guards began firing on the mice who fired back.
"Commander, more Freedom Fighters coming from the back! They're-they're scaling up the tower!" Another guard shouted.
Within minutes, three motorcycles flew into the air and landed on the top of the silo blasting the guards all over the place. Some scrambled and tried to run away. Throttle on his black Harley Davidson bike was a striking sight to behold as he activated his Nuke Knuckles socking two guards with both fists.
"Causing innocent mice to starve? That was a crime, you smelly pukes!" He said.
His two comrades, Vinnie and Modo, were no less spectacular. Vinnie on his red Sports bike, fiery and as lively as his bike, threw a flare blasting Plutarkian guards.
"And this is the penalty plus you smelly reek fishes are just too ugly!" Vinnie cried out.
Modo riding his purple Fatboy was as laid-back as his two friends firing his arm cannon at the lock and chain on the cell door of the cage holding the Martian Mice drivers prisoner. The chains were shot off freeing the prisoners.
"We have to get these shipments to the people of Brimstone and any other Martian cities." One of the drivers said.
"Then follow us!" Throttle called out.
The Martian Mice drivers got in the large aircrafts. After clicking some buttons on the computer console, the ships were soon airborne.
Several armed Plutarkian soldiers ran in. One of them was on a speaker.
"ATTENTION! This is Captain Perch! We have Intruders! Martian Mice Freedom Fighters! Do not let them escape! I repeat! Do not let them escape!" He screamed.
Missiles protruded out of openings on the sweet rides of the Biker Mice. These same missiles were deployed and knocked guards out of the way like they were bowling pins.
"Sing it, bros!" Throttle called out to his two comrades, "It's the Midnight Special!"
'Well if you're ever on Mars..." Vinnie sang, while shooting a missile and it knocking a Plutarkian into a wall.
"And you try to do wrong..." Modo joined in singing, while socking three Plutarkians.
"Oh, you better not steal..." Throttle sang, striking several Plutarkians with his Nuke Knuckles, "And you better not fight 'cause the Biker Mice will come...Vinnie, Modo, and Yours Truly."
"It's the Midnight Special. Shine your light on me...With the Midnight Special...shine your light on me!" All the mice sang.
Carbine and the rest of the Freedom Fighters met up with the mice.
"Next stop, Brimstone, guys!" She said.
...
The people of Brimstone City sat around, sad and forlorn. The Plutarkians had captured the food supply ships to the Martian Mouse cities. The people of Brimstone supported the Freedom Fighters during the war. The Fish Faces were trying to force them to surrender by starving them into submission. The people had held out for a while but it began taking its toll.
"Daddy, I'm hungry." A young child in rags told his father, also in ragged clothing. He looked helplessly at his son. He had no food to give him. The Fish Faces took it all. The villagers begged the mayor for help.
"Mayor, help me!" A young woman holding a crying baby begged, "My baby is starving! I have no milk to feed him!"
"I don't have any food to feed my family!" Another villager cried.
"The supply ships still haven't arrived! Our people are starving! What'll I do?" The older Martian Mouse said, glancing sadly at the skies, "Maybe I should just give in to the Fish Faces. At least my people won't die of hunger..."
"Look! Oh, look!" Someone cried, looking up. Several airships began landing in Brimstone including three motorcycles.
"Never fear. The Biker Mice From Mars are here!" Throttle cried out.
Within minutes, packages of much needed food and medicine were given to the people. Families with babies and young children were taken care of first. Hungry babies were fed milk. Young children were fed healthy fresh food.
"Here you go, ma'am." Throttle said, helping the young woman by giving her formula for her baby.
"May the great goddess of Mars bless you!" She cried, tears of joy as she fed her baby from a bottle.
The other villagers ate fresh food and took home fresh produce, eggs, milk, and a type of Martian rye bread.
"General Carbine, Biker Mice, I don't know how we will ever repay you. You saved our lives!" The mayor beamed on the mice with gratitude.
"It's the least we can do for all the support you gave to us during the war." Carbine replied, smiling and shaking hands with the mayor.
She then got on her bike.
"Farewell, mayor and thanks." She said.
"Ride free, citizens!" The three mice called back, riding away. Carbine rode behind them.
The villagers all waved back at the mice.
Minerva met up with Modo who got on his bike. Cecilla was helped onto to Throttle's bike.
The three mice were on their way to bringing Mars back the way it was. They knew it would be a long road ahead. But they were willing to face whatever obstacles were thrown in their way. They wouldn't be alone because they had each other.
They also had a life partner to help them on this journey, this odyssey.
For Vinnie, it was Charley. His sweet angel. She was on Earth but he knew he would find his way back to her again.
For Modo, it was Minerva. A beautiful girl inside and out who could see past his appearance.
For Throttle, it had been Carbine, but now another image has taken her place: a beautiful, exciting, and enchanting new woman who would forever walk and ride by his side.
"Cecilla." He found himself saying with a smile.
And now suddenly he was able to begin again.
The End