Finn's Message -chapter 8
"And the Plutarkian Finn?" One guard ventured to ask.
"What do you think, fool? Slay him along with the others!" The High Chairman bellowed.
The guards ran out in shell-themed attack vehicles after the mice.
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"We gotta get back to the ship!" Throttle called back to his friends.
They were now riding through the city. Citizens of Plutarkians ran away in fright of them. Some shouted insults at them.
"Once I get a lock on it, we'll find it!" Modo called back, using the homing beacon on his cybernetic arm. A glowing green orb showed up on the screen, "Found it!"
The ship was ahead of them.
"Uh-oh, bros. We got company!" Vinnie cried out, as Plutarkians rode in front towards them as well as in back of them. It looked like they were surrounded.
"Doesn't look like they're gonna let us walk away." Throttle said.
"Any ideas?" Modo asked.
"Only one. Fight it out."
"Awooooo! I'm in the mood for a fish fry!" Vinnie crowed.
Throttle activated his Nuke Knuckles, Vinnie his flares, and Modo his bionic arm.
"'Better take this." Stoker said, handing a blaster to Finn, while he held his own, "You're gonna need it."
" I never thought I would be firing at my own people. My beloved Plutark. Forgive me." Finn said, as he took the blaster, head bowed.
Vinnie threw his flares blasting a whole crowd of Plutarkian soldiers towards the Mice who Throttle power socked with his lighted fist. Modo fired his laser cannon blowing up vehicles that crashed into buildings. Plutarkian citizens ran for cover screaming. Throttle, Vinnie, and Modo punched and fought their way through the crowd of soldiers. Each of their bikes fired missiles blowing up the roaming vehicles of the soldiers. Stoker fired a blaster taking out soldiers on his right.
"Awooooo! Like old times, huh, punk?" He called out to Vinnie who just fired a rocket blowing up a building.
"You know it, Coach!" He called back.
Three soldiers in attack vehicles were on Vinnie's trail. They were right behind him. They fired blasters at him. He was ducking and dodging their lines of fire.
'Have some oil, Rot Fishes!" He said, hitting a button on his bike.
It released a thick trail of black motor oil. The soldiers went slipping and sliding. Soldiers were in front of him coming towards him. He, Throttle,and Modo did a popawheelie on their bikes.
"Hold on, Coach!" Vinnie said, as his tail wrapped around Stoker's waist he placed him behind him on his bike. The old command leader kept a firm grip on the Regenerator.
They then flew into the air. The oncoming attack vehicles crashed into each other.
"Maximum Takedown!" The mice cried out, high-fiving each other with their tails.
"Hey, where's Finn?" Modo asked, suddenly noticing he was gone.
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Puffer saw how the Biker Mice were beating so many of the soldiers. He hid behind a building. He held up a missile launcher. Its scope was trained on the mice.
"For Plutark!" He cried out.
He was about to fire on them when he heard the sound of footsteps behind him.
"So, the cowardly fish decides to shoot his enemies behind their backs rather than face them."
Puffer turned around to see Finn aiming a blaster at his head.
"Surrender. You've lost."
"Not yet. I still believe in the ideals of Plutark." Puffer replied, "It will be great again."
Finn had his weapon trained on him.
"You're fooling yourself if you think that. Look around you. The High Chairman and his council wear fine clothes and dine sumptuously everyday while our people walk around in ragged clothing. Our children hardly have anything to eat. They care nothing for you or our people.
"No! It-it's not true." Puffer cried out, shaking his head.
"The Martian Mice are not our enemies. The High Council have brainwashed our people into thinking they have our best interests at heart, but they are the true enemy."
"No!"
"Finn then threw down his weapon, "Brother, listen to me. You can be free."
He began walking towards him, arms outstretched.
"Stay back!" Puffer warned. He pointed the missile launcher at Finn.
"Let me help you..." Finn said, continuing to approach him.
"I said "Stay away!"
He fired. The missile struck Finn knocking him into the side of a building. Finn struggled to get up but felt a sharp, agonizing pain. He looked down at himself to see blood gushing out as well as a faint wisp of smoke coming from his abdomen. He glanced over to see Puffer holding the launcher from which smoke emitted. Finn uttered something before falling on the ground.
The Mice happened to look around to see Finn fall. After ramming the heads of two Plutarkian soldiers together, Throttle rushed over followed by his friends.
Puffer stood in shock over what he had just done. He dropped the launcher.
"Y-You optimistic fool! You brought this on yourself!" Puffer blurted out.
Modo socked him knocking him out cold.
Throttle turned him over and cradled the injured Plutarkian in his arms. The latter looked up at the face of the tan-furred mouse. He couldn't see his eyes behind his shades but he knew he was upset.
"Do not be sad, my young friend. I'm taking a stand for my people." He said, with a reassuring smile.
"You're gonna be okay. We'll get you to a doctor. Hang in there." Throttle told him.
"My dear friend, lift me up."
Throttle gently helped him up.
"I-I must get to the command center." He said, pointing at an aqua colored tall building.
"You bros go on to the ship. I'll catch up." Throttle told Vinnie, Modo, and Stoker.
"Oh, no you don't. You go on with your pals. I'll get Finn here to the command center. Take the Regenerator." Stoker said, shoving the Regenerator at Modo.
"But-" Throttle began.
"That's an order, soldier!" Stoker said, in his commanding voice.
When Stoker spoke like that the mice knew they had no choice but to obey him.
"Besides, I promised my niece I'd get her husband back to her in one piece." He said, more gently.
"We'll come back for you." Throttle said.
"Ride free, citizens!" Stoker cried out, fist in the air.
"Let's Rock..." Throttle began to his bros.
"And Ride!" They finished for him.
Stoker watched them ride off. He carried Finn into the tall building. In one room were a group of computers and PTA systems there. Finn directed him to one of the PTA systems.
"Our command center.," Finn explained, "From here, we can transmit any messages to the people living in the Plutarkian cities."
"That's great." Stoker said.
He carried him to a chair. Finn clutched the bleeding hole in his stomach to stop the bleeding.
Stoker looked around frantically for a first-aid kit.
"We gotta stop that bleeding." He said.
"No time. I must speak."
He activated the speaker.
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The Biker Mice made it to the ship. Gil quickly let them aboard.
"Where's Finn? And Puffer?" He asked.
"Finn's injured. Puffer's an enemy agent. We gotta get out of here!" Modo said.
"Injured? Enemy agent? But, how?" Gil asked.
Before he could answer, Finn's voice, loud and clear, was heard all over Plutark.
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"People of Plutark, hear my words!" Finn called out, into the microphone.
All over Plutark, everyone could hear him.
Finn was weak, but he spoke forcibly.
"Our planet is dying before our eyes! We caused it by not understanding or knowing how to properly care for the natural resources of this planet. The High Chairman has tricked you into believing that in order for us to survive we must invade other planets. He has lied to you. He lives in luxury while the rest of the planet lives in poverty and want. Our children are starving because of him. Plutark is full of hidden resources. We must uncover them. We don't need to conquer the galaxy in order to live! It's up to us and us alone to make it right to save our world!"
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Plutarkians began looking at each other. Some of them nodded at his words. At his destroyed palace, the High Chairman was beside himself with rage.
"The Martian Mice were never our enemies. Nor is the rest of the galaxy. The High Chairman and his council are the real enemies by the way they treat us. Starving our children. Keeping our people in rags. We must stand up to the oppression we see all around us." Finn continued, "I wish of a day to see peace, love, and understanding in our troubled world. I have a dream that one day our children can know how to care for others and not be forced to fight as teenagers in a war. The character and sincerity of their heart is more important than power."
"Where is that coming from?" The High Chairman angrily asked a soldier, "Find out!"
"Sir, I've traced the signal to the command center." A soldier told him.
"Go there and shut it down!" He cried out.
"My Lord, there is a crowd forming outside the palace!" One of the palace guards came running up.
"Probably want me to deal with this infidel." Lord Camenbert replied.
He walked ouside to the crowd go greet them.
"My fellow Plutarkians..." He began, smiling.
He was unprepared for the boos as thousands of angry Plutarkians pelted him with rotten tomatoes. He flew back into his palace followed by the crowd.
He put chairs and dressers up against the door to keep the crowd out.
"I'll get that little traitor if it's the last thing I do!" He cried out.
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"Ha ha ha! Looks like you created quite a stir, Finn." Stoker said, laughing as he watched the crowd chase Lord Camenbert from a window.
"Finn?"
He turned to see him slumped over a table not breathing. He performed CPR to no avail. He checked for a pulse.
"Aw, Finn..." Stoker sighed.