Thank you so much for reviewing my story. I watched this show a number of times and I know Limburger can't be the only Plutarkian who hates the Plutarkian greeting. They can't all like it. I also figured not all of the Plutarkians can be bad. Good and bad exists in every race of people.
Never Stop Fighting For Peace- Chapter 9
The blood of the old command leader of the Freedom Fighters ran cold. He had seen others die around him. Close friends and associates. It still was something he would never get used to. Even if Finn was a Plutarkian, even he didn't deserve being attacked by one of his own people.
Stoker saw a piece of folded paper fall out of Finn's pocket. He picked it up. He was about to read it when his super sensitive mouse ears picked up the sound of running feet. He swore.
"Fish Faces. Headed this way."
He stuck the note in his inner shirt pocket.
"I only got ten minutes before they come." He thought, taking out his blaster, "Let's see if I can make 'em count."
"Bros, if you're listening, I could really use your help right now." He said, through his communicator.
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"We gotta get Stoke." Vinnie said.
"Finn and the one you call Stoker are in terrible danger. You heard the broadcast as well as all of Plutark. The High Chairman will want to silence him permanently I fear." Gil told them.
"Bros, come in!" Throttle heard him over his communicator.
"We're here, Coach. Made it to the ship." Throttle said.
"I need help and pronto."
"Finn?" Gil asked.
"Dead." Stoker replied, quietly.
"Great Plutark!" He muttered.
'I-I'm sorry."
"He died just as he lived. Speaking out against oppression and tyranny. Hopefully his message got through and the people heard." Gil replied, looking off into the distance.
"Yeah." Throttle said.
The mice looked down. Finn may have been a Plutarkian but he had been pretty decent to them in the short time they knew him. He tried to make his own people see what their government was doing to them. Making them aware of the unfair treatment they were getting. The Council had him declared a traitor so everyone would turn against him. But now, many Plutarkians were beginning to see the truth of his words.
"Not to worry, Gil." Modo said, "We just have to figure out how to fly this thing and it's smooth sailing."
"I'll give it a whirl." Vinnie said, getting behind the computer console.
"Vincent, no!" Throttle cried out.
Too late. The eager mouse tapped a few buttons causing the ship to strike a building. The wall of it collapsed.
"Whoops!" He said, sheepish grin and shrugged shoulders.
"If the punk's flying that ship then I ain't got a prayer." Stoker groaned.
"Hey, I got it airborne. Kind of." Vinnie said, glancing at the wrecked buliding.
"Really?" Modo said, arms folded.
"Yeah, well. I flew forward instead this time." Vinnie said.
"We'll be right there, Stoke. Hang in there." Throttle said, over his communicator.
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"Pour on the speed, bros." Stoker paled, as the room he was in began filling up with Plutarkians.
One of them, a high ranking captain, walked up to Finn's body slumped over a computer.
"Looks like the High Chairman doesn't have anything to worry about now." He grunted, poking at it.
"Didn't he have one of those Martian cave mice with him?" another officer asked.
"He isn't here now. Typical." He replied, "Left him high and dry."
That made Stoker mad. He may be lots of things but a deserter was not one of them. He also wasn't a coward. He would never leave his comrades or friends to their fate. He believed the small military unit of Freedom Fighters were a family. Always having each other's back. They should all come back home or not at all. His loyalty to his bros, the Biker Mice, was legendary. They were like his sons.
"Including Vinnie." He grinned to himself.
As annoying as he thought he was sometimes, the white furred mouse surprised him by coming through or actually accomplishing something.
Finn was someone like him. He wanted peace. He didn't want to invade Mars or other planets. He was a revolutionary. He respected the young Plutarkian. Now he was being looked on as a traitor?
"Says you!" Stoker exclaimed, jumping up and then ducking down as blaster fire came within inches of his head. He hid behind another computer console. He reached up over the side of the console with his blaster and fired. Some Plutarkians went down. Others fired back. Stoker continued to fire.
...
The Plutarkians began splitting up after their captain directed them. Stoker looked out scanning with his eyes where they were. He kept his blaster steady, his back to the console.
"Hurry up, bros..."
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Vinnie was about to fly the ship some more when Throttle intercepted him.
"Thank you, Sky King, but I prefer us getting where we're going in one piece." Throttle said, taking over.
"Funny." Vinnie muttered.
"Yeah, stick to the ground." Modo chuckled.
"Good thing I happened to be paying attention when Stoke first took off." Throttle tapped a few buttons and pulled down a lever. The ship began lifting off in the air.
"Not bad." Vinnie hesitated, arms folded,"'Course I could've flown better with my arms tied behind my back."
"Sure."
"Impressive." Gil said.
"Let's just hope we get to Stoke in time." Throttle said.
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Stoker glanced at his blaster. He was running out of ammo. There were about twenty or thirty Plutarkians he had to get past. It looked bad. But Stoker had confidence he'd make it out alive somehow. He faced difficult situations worst than this before and always came out on top. He had hope. The Biker Mice were still out there. They would be here. Everything would be alright. But what if it wasn't? Suppose the Fish Faces found his bros in the ship and fired on it? No. He couldn't let himself think negative. He had to have hope.
Suddenly his arms were grabbed and pinned to his back.
"Well, well. Looks like we found our deserter." The captain of the Plutarkians said.
Stoker was surrounded by several Plutarkians who held him.
"What's the matter? Ya too chicken to do your own dirty work?" He asked.
For answer, he was struck across the face with a finny fist.
"I ask the questions around here. Where are the other Martian Mice soldiers?"
"Try the Yellow Pages." Stoker replied, grinning with a bleeding jaw.
Suddenly, a huge Plutarkian Destroyer crashed into a huge wall.
"Is this a private party or a free for all?"
The soldiers scattered as three bikers came flying out of the ship, missiles firing as well as blasters shooting. Throttle and Vinnie quickly made their way to Stoker.
"Took you gloryhounds long enough to get here." Stoker muttered, as Throttle put his arm about the old command leader's waist. Vinnie had his arm about his shoulders.
"We had a little delay. Nothing we couldn't handle. Modo, cover us!" Throttle cried out.
The large grey-furred mouse fired his laser cannon on his arm. Throttle and Vinnie helped Stoker on board the ship. Gil had stuck his head outside the ship. Then he saw Finn's body. Holes from laser blast were visible on his body. The Plutarkian stood there in shock. He couldn't believe it. Modo saw him.
"Get back!" He cried out.
"I must get Finn. I owe it to Zephrine's." He explained.
"Go back inside. I'll do it." Modo told him.
"Please." He said.
"Go. I'll cover you."
Gil made his way to Finn's body. It had already become cold and the pallor of the skin was a deathly pale almost white as opposed to the healthy light green of his skin.
"Finn...brother." Gil said, thick with emotion. He picked up the body carrying it over his shoulder.
He made his way to the ship and got on board. Then seeing everyone on board, Modo got on himself. The ship pulled out of the wreakage. It lifted high up into the air.
"Next stop, Mars." Throttle said.
"We must hurry. Their defence shields are breaking up." Gil said, gently placing Finn's body on the floor.
"And knowing the Fish Faces, they'll block all the exits outta this giant fishbowl." Stoker said.
"Then we'll just have to make our own exit: Biker Mice style." Throttle replied.
"Awooooo!" Vinnie crowed.
'Let's do this!" Modo cried out.
Plutarkian Destroyers blocked their way. They flew right in front of them.
Stoker activated the forcefield. Their enemies fired back.
"Okay, double-back!" Throttle said, pulling back on the lever. The ship turned around being pursued by an entire fleet of Plutarkian soldiers. In front of the mice were more Destroyers.
"Now we have them. Gunner, blast that ship to the fourth galaxy! Now!" The Captain ordered his first officer.
The ships opened fire.
"Hold on to your lunches, bros!" Stoker cried out, hitting buttons on the console. The ship flew straight down resulting in the Plutarkians firing on the pursuing Plutarkian Destroyers that had been following the mice. Both groups accidentally fired on each other.
"No!" Lord Camenbert screamed, as he watched the whole thing from his palace balcony, "Revenge! I must have revenge!"
"Is it over?" Gil asked.
"For them. But for us, home." Modo told him.
"This fell out of Finn's pocket." Stoker said, taking out the note he picked up earlier. He unfolded it.
"It's addressed to all of us." Stoker said.
"What's it say?" Vinnie asked.
Stoker read:
"My dear friends,
By the time you read this, I will be killed for daring to defy the High Chairman. Do not be sad. I have given my life for my people to have peace and the full life they deserve to have.
I have died fighting for what I believe in just as many of the Martian Mice have perished for defending their land. Contrary to what you've seen or heard, many Plutarkians don't want to invade other planets for their resources. Our people are controlled by the Plutarkian Council. Many are afraid and obey the council without question. My fondest hope is that they hear me and break free of the council's grasp. Gil, tell Zephrine she is forever in my thoughts. Go and make her happy.
Biker Mice, I deem it an honor to have befriended you even for a short time. Never stop fighting for peace.
Finn.