On Plutark-Chapter 7
Finn had told them that the High Chairman Lord Camenbert often makes officers under him do the Plutarkian greeting when he first contacts them. The Biker Mice were in a fix. None of them wanted to do it. Vinnie was even greener at the gills than his scaly skin. Modo felt sick to his stomach. Throttle wanted to throw up, but unfortunately he knew they had a mission. They had to get the Regenerator and in order to do that they had to pretend to be Fish Faces. They couldn't afford to have their cover blown. If that happened, their ship would get fired upon. They had to swallow their pride.
"Well? I'm waiting." Lord Camenbert said.
Stoker glanced quickly at Throttle.
He knew what the old command leader was thinking. They had to make this look real or they were dead. The High Chairman was watching them closely.
He glanced over at Modo and Vinnie with a straight face and nodded. The mice had no choice. They had to do the greeting or be shot down.
Luckily, Finn had taught them how to properly do it before they left Mars.
Flashback...
"Just think of something to get your mind off of it like being with people you care about." Finn told them back on Mars.
They noticed he glanced at Zephrine while saying it. A faint blush shown in the female Plutarkian's face.
"Yeah, but..." Vinnie cringed at the idea of them doing the Plutarkian greeting.
"Performing the Plutarkian greeting is mandatory. All those who don't comply will be boiled in oil. He believes that to be truly Plutarkian, you must do it or die. If Lord Camenbert finds out you're not Plutarkians, he'll have us killed."
"Well, since you put it that way." Vinnie replied, he, Throttle, and Modo nodded to each other. They weren't in any hurry to bite the dust any time soon.
End Flashback.
All four mice bent over, buttocks facing the large screen. The High Chairman had his butt to them.
Throttle's mind went back to Carbine. He could still picture his beautiful raven-haired wife gazing at him with love and trust. Their wedding night. Him carrying her to his bike while they laughed. They rode off to his quarters, making love all night long...oh, yeah! He could endure the greeting just to get the Regenerator and get back to Mars to be with her.
Vinnie thought about Charley. The auburn haired mechanic 's smiling face the time he saved her garage from Catscan. Their embrace. He felt a faint blush in his cheeks. Even thought his fur was white, Charley could plainly see the red blushes. She herself felt blushes in her own cheeks. They almost kissed but caught themselves. They had a great friendship. Back then, each one was afraid of stepping out of the friend zone. They didn't want to ruining it. But lately, he began having feelings for her. She also felt the same way. So he was going to survive the humiliation of the greeting for Charley's sake.
Modo thought about Penella. Her expressive blue/gray eyes gazing at him with admiration and caring. Her hair tied in a neat little red bun. The wind blowing a few strands. She tucked them behind her ear. He smiled warmly at her before he left.
"I love you..." She softly whispered into his ear as she gently nibbled on it when they were alone making out at Olympus Mounds.
"I love you. He whispered back, passionately kissing her.
She had made him promise to come back to her. That was one promise he was going to keep.
"Cheek to cheek, and stink to stink as Plutark rules the Galaxy shrink! Woooooo ooooh!" Everyone intoned.
Everyone folded their arms and made horrible armpit noises.
"Ah, so exhilarating!" The High Chairman sighed.
So idiotic is more like it. Throttle thought.
"Now, down to business. What brings you to Plutark?"
"We have captured the fugitive Finn. We're bringing him here to stand trial for crimes against our beloved Plutark." Stoker said, disguised as a Plutarkian, and motioning to Finn.
"Excellent. I'll see that you're rewarded greatly." He replied.
"Thank you, Your Lordship." Throttle said.
"I expect a full report when you get in."
Then the screen went black.
"Glad that's over." Vinnie said, "If I have to do that stupid greeting one more time, I'm seriously gonna puke."
"I know. That's gotta be the most revolting thing I've ever experienced." Modo said.
"As long as the Big Hallibutt bought it, we're in the clear." Throttle said, "Once our bikes are teleported to Plutark, we'll rattle the walls off this planet".
...
"We better move the prisoner." Ratchet told Shadow, "Cut her down."
"But Harley said to leave her here." Shadow said.
"The Biker Mice will come looking for her. You know the Freedom Fighter bikes contain digital tracking devices. They'll find us through the woman's bike."
"Where are we taking her?" Shadow asked.
"To Rat Hole Village." He explained.
"We gotta let Harley know." He said, activating his communicator.
His ears quickly picked up the distinct click of a gun. He looked up to see him aiming a blaster at him.
"What are you doing, Ratchet?" Shadow asked.
"You're gotten soft, Shadow. That Mouse girl has clouded your judgement."
"That Mouse girl is one of us and she has a name." Shadow calmly replied.
"You don't really believe that, do you?"
"What I can believe is you turning traitor." He replied, "And you never intended to take the human female to Rat Hole, did you?"
"Bravo. The Fish Faces promised me big money if I brought them a friend of the Martian Mice."
"You ain't taking her no where!" Shadow told him.
"I have a gun. You think you can stop me?"
Shadow turned quickly and spin-kicked the gun out of his hand. The blaster fired striking a tree.
"If I have to." He told Ratchet.
While this exchange went on, Charley fished around in her pocket and took out her all in one tool which consisted of a screwdriver, pocket knife, bottle opener, flashlight, and corkscrew. She began cutting on the net with the pocket knife. Luckily, for her, the net was cheaply made of weak material. Within minutes, she was free. She looked to see the argument between the two rats get heated. Both of them were rolling around on the ground like idiots.
"Do all guys like to beat each other black and blue?" She thought, as she climbed down, rolling her eyes. She snuck over to her bike, put on her helmet, and rode off.
...
"You think capturing me will solve anything? It won't." Harley said.
Carbine had Martian Command tie Harley's hands with Martian metal bands. She was then placed in a holding cell.
"Pointing a weapon at a general is a federal offense. I hardly think you're in any position to try to put up a brave front. You're the one under arrest. Not me. Now answer my question. Where is Charley Davidson?"
"Alive." Harley bragged, "And if you want her to stay that way, you'll hand over the Regenerator."
" We're not handing it over to you filthy rats." Penella spat out.
"Do you honestly want to risk Charley's life?" She asked her.
"Why are you doing this? Turning on a fellow mouse? How can any Martian Mouse sell out to Plutark? Or to Rats?" Penella asked.
"I don't work for Plutark. You think I haven't forgotten what they did to Mars?" Harley replied, "As for the Rats, they're the only family that I have left. Where were the Freedom Fighters when I needed them after Mace blew half my face off? No where."
Penella grew silent. Harley had looked away. She saw her wipe away several tears. Then she looked down not wanting anyone to see her face. But she had a brief glance at the side of her face. It was heavily scarred.
"Those scars are very old." She said, quietly.
"But the ones inside my heart aren't. They'll never heal till Mars is free and all my enemies are dead."
"Including the Biker Mice." said a voice.
All three ladies looked up to see Charley walk through the door.
"Charley! You're okay! Thank the Sweet Mother of Mars!" Carbine cried out, grasping her friend's shoulder.
"What? How did you get away? Shadow was supposed to watch over you." Harley gasped.
"Yeah, your boyfriend and his friend got into a little spat over me. So I cut out and left. That cheapo net you tied me up in that is." Charley replied.
"No. Those idiots ruined everything!" Harley groaned.
"They didn't hurt you, did they?" Penella asked.
"Nah, I'm good. Where's Vinnie?"
"On Plutark." Carbine said.
"I hope they're okay." Penella said.
"Not to worry. If I know my guys, they'll have this whole thing wrapped up and back to Mars in no time." Charley said.
...
Stoker and the Mice, in their Plutarkian disguises, had no trouble walking through the city. There were crowds of foul-smelling Plutarkians. Puffer was their guide. Gil, still on board, hid himself ready to take off if they needed it. The mice noticed some Plutarkians smelled worst than others. Many wore faded and worn clothing. They led a chained Finn to the High Chairman's palace.
"So, this is the traitor who chooses to defy me?" The High Chairman said, glancing at Finn.
"I defy anyone who lives in luxury and ignores the needs of his people!" Finn cried out.
"Your bravado is quite amusing. But futile." Lord Camenbert replied, "Plutark is on the verge of a new age."
He walked over to a computer console and pressed a button. A circle in the middle of the floor glowed. A small yellowish device covered by a glass dome appeared. The device was about the size of a small chainsaw. It sat on three tripod legs. It resembled a camera. Stoker's eyes lit up.
"The Regenerator!" He thought.
"This little device is going to take us into a new era. Once we capture the mouse who created it and he shows us how to use it, the Galaxy will be belong to Plutark!" The High Chairman said, removing the glass dome and patting the Regenerator lovingly.
"You'll never find him." Finn said.
"Oh, I already have."
The mice looked around at each other then at the High Chairman.
"Isn't that right...Puffer?"
"Yes, Your Excellency. And here he is!" He cried, pulling off the holographic collar off Stoker. The latter transformed back into a Martian Mouse.
"Puffer! What are you doing?" Finn cried out.
"Sorry, Finn. But I have a loyalty to the High Chairman. He hired me to find traitors like you and report them to the Council."
He now pointed a blaster at him and the Mice.
"I trusted you like a brother and you betrayed me!"
"No, you did by defying our laws and helping our enemies." He replied, frowning.
The mice pulled off their collars turning back to Martian Mice. All three mice put their fingers and thumbs in their mouths and whistled. Their bikes came crashing through blasting at Puffer and the High Chairman.
Modo fired the laser cannon on his bionic arm shooting off the chains off Finn.
"Time to bail!" He said, grabbing Finn. The Mice got on their bikes and put on their helmets. Stoker meanwhile grabbed the Regenerator. He got on the bike with Throttle.
"Let's roll out, soldiers!" He called out.
The mice crashed through a window and were free-falling till they pressed a button on their bikes which released jet-propelled hang glyders.
"Get them!" The High Chairman screamed at his guards, "Block all exits! Don't let them escape this planet alive! Kill them all!"