So, folks. I've been telling you a couple of months now that I was planning to write this new story and finally, finally I got the time to write the beginning to it, this story that has been on my mind for so long now but it also slightly altered and evolved in my head until these last few weeks...But finally I figured out the plan and the storyline so, I hope you guys like and enjoy it.
For all of you who have been reading my last story, the never ending saga... Please note that I'll keep on writing that too. I will try my best to write two stories at once, let's see how this will work, but please be patient with me as I still try to write the best I can and I don't want to put here anything that I don't like or I'm not satisfied with, so this could take more time.
I'm very grateful for all of you who have been reading my previous story and thanks to all of you who have been commenting on that, thanks so much. It means a lot to me, to hear from you. This fandom is the best, you guys rock!
But now, let's get this second story started. Please feel free to review and comment. I like hearing from all of you fellow Biker Mice fans out there.
So, a little info on this new story... I was reading about the show on the internet and I came across this one review of the show that said that it actually was the first animated series that dwelled on the ecocatastrophy matters, on the climate change and environmental issues etc... With their planet been reduced to this very harsh environment where there's no water and all the plants have died and animals are gone etc. Now, I don't really know if the Biker Mice series really was the first animated series to deal with those things, I haven't seen all the animated series in the history of time... but this to me really got stuck in my head and I wanted to write a story that really puts an emphasis on the matter.
Also, the second big point of view here is that this is a story that alters the storyline and the timeline of the original series... This is a"What if"-story... So, what if the bros never actually landed on Earth and met Charley but what if it was the other way around? What if the humans came to Mars, to this war-ridden planet, instead? I like to write about Mars and their natives and their ways of life AND I've always been fascinated about the whole backstory about the war so this gave me another chance to keep on writing about the life on Mars but I didn't want to write a story without Charley so... Well, you'll find out soon...I also slightly altered the ages of the protagonists, so just some minor changes here and there...
So, the very basis here is that there's this on-going Plutarkian war still going on on Mars and the Freedom Fighters are fighting against the Plutarkians with the Army. (Well, maybe not "with", they do that pretty independentially...) And then suddenly a space shuttle lands on the planet, with astronauts from Earth on board and these guys will soon notice that Mars might have life after all...
Well, that being said... Disclaimers time!
I do not unfortunately own the Biker Mice from Mars concept or any of their original characters, what I do own are the OC's that I've created here.
Oh, gods, this is taking forever...So sorry for the looong prologue or pretext or whatever...
I hope you'll enjoy this story and again, please leave a comment below, I love reading them. And note that I will continue to write new chapters to the already existing long saga I've been writing already about two years now... Things have really been hectic in my life, so I'll do my best to keep on posting these new chapters!
Peace,
SpaceFlora
Story of Hope and Rebellion
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The wind blew hard across the red desert sand, across the plains and hills and sand dunes. It travelled through the canyons and the dried-up riverbeds beneath them, whirling in the vast open landscape which was totally deserted, not even a tree peaking anywhere. The scenery looked empty and dead, only movement was the fine red sand that travelled with the wind as the wind suddenly got stronger. It occasionally did. The sandstorms were a daily phenomena in this red planet. The blowing wind soon covered everything under it and as it got stronger it also got faster and without much time it had travelled already from the vast deserts to the great Mount Olympus, the tallest mountain in the whole solar system. In the older days the mountain's highreaching peak would've been securely hidden inside the clouds but nowadays there were no clouds as there had not been any rains for many years and thus the sky remained cloudless. Due to that reason nearly all the vegetation had withered away, leaving only hays and other resilient plants here and there. Dried-up branches, that once had been part of the great trees were now partially buried beneath the sand, peaking from the ground like limbs. There was nothing in sight. Only sand and deserts everywhere one looked, as long as the eye could see, with occasional hills and mountains and other shapes of the earth.
The planet looked dead and unhabitable.
A man in a deep blue coloured space suit walked carefully forward, the sand gritting underneath his white spaceboots. He proceeded like every step he took could have a potential of danger. And who knows, maybe it did. He looked through the space helmet's visor that altered the colour of the planet around him slightly darker than it actually was. Even if there wasn't really anything special to be seen around this vast plain, only sand, he was still excited. He was looking around the red desert like it was the most special thing he had ever seen. And it was. After all, this was humankind's first trip to Mars, the fourth planet in the solar system. This was a monumental event for the Earth. This was a monumental step in the history of mankind. This was to be remembered. This was history in the making. So, he didn't care if it was only red sand he saw, it was Martian sand. He was now one of the nine people who ever had walked on this red desert.
The man lifted his arm and glanced at the electronical device attached to his wrist, shaped like a very modern version of a wrist watch. showing all different kinds of calculations, body temperature, his heart rate, the temperature outside his spacesuit... But the information he was most interested in was the oxygen levels on this harsh planet. The meter was blinking red light, indicating what the tests had already told them years back...There was no oxygen in this planet, the air around here was 95 percent of carbon dioxide. He made a small huff, how beautiful it could have been to just take off the space helmet and to be the first human to ever breath in the air in this new planet they were to inhabit one day...
The man turned around, the turn being slightly awkward and slow as it was very difficult to walk in this suit. He gave a look a little further away where he could see their big space shuttle, Conqueror II, and around the craft there were people moving around, carrying stuff out of the spaceship. He could see that their sandtrac was already there, ready to get them to their basecamp which was just eight miles to the east from the landing site. The strange looking vehicle looked like the snowtrac people used in the Arctic environments but this was designed to move on sand and it had been manufactured specially for this first exploration trip to Mars. It would take the sandtrac a few hours to ride across the desert to their basecamp though as it was so slow, but it was the safest way to move around here. They had to remember that this was, after all, a different planet, who knows what creatures could be lurking under the sand... The possibilities to find life here was nearly to a zero but still, there could be bacteria and other microscopic lifeforms in here that could end up being harmful for the humans and even if they had a doctor as one of the crew members, they couldn't risk their lives. It would be a very long ride to get back to Earth if there was an emergency... A that was only a hypotethical option since the space shuttle they've used to land on Mars could only bring them here. They couldn't use it to fly back to Earth. They would have to wait another year before another space shuttle would come to bring other astronauts and take them home. So, they needed to stay safe and well, at all costs.
It took him quite awhile but as he got back to the other eight astronauts the others had already unloaded all the most important and urgent things off the space shuttle and loaded them on the big cart attached to the sandtrac.
"Everything ready, Zack?" He asked one guy wearing the same deep blue coloured spacesuit as him. He could vaguely saw the guy's face through the dark visor but spending almost nine months in the same spacecraft while trying to get into this red planet, they had all learned each other's characteristics and manouvers by now, so even if he didn't really see the face of his space comrade, he already knew who the guy infront of him was.
"All ready, Noah." Zack answered via the radio connection they all shared and that was intergrated into their helmets. It gave the voices slightly cold and metallic edge.
"Everyone's here?" Noah gave a look at his crew and everyone gave an affirmative.
"Well, this is it, boys and girls! This is the start of our incredible adventure..." Noah started and could feel himself a bit moved by this whole situation. After all, he couldn't ever had even imagined, as a young child that he could one day end up to walk the surface of Mars. He gave each and everyone of his team a look. This group had becomen his family during the nine month's trip to Mars and it will remain his only family and social circle the next twelve months too, if not counting the weekly video calls to their Headquarters back on Earth.
"May God bless us all and keep us safe and let us pray that our exploration will be a succesful one." He then added, a little absent-mindedly as he gave their alien surroundings another glance. He didn't really want to even talk right now. This moment was too important, too amazing... But he was the Captain of this little crew and they all relied on him. And anyway, they really needed to get going, the ride would take approximately three hours and soon it would come dark.
"Okay, let's go." He then said and circled the sandtrac and hopped on to the front where there could fit four people and five people in the back. The big cart behind the sandtrac was filled to the brim with their most important items, all packed into metal boxes and fastened securely. All the others got inside the vehicle as well and Noah then turned to his side where one astronaut, seemingly smaller in body weight than most of them, had gotten behind the wheel.
"The sun panels worked well? The sandtrac's battery's fully loaded, Charley?"
"Yes. Everything seems to be in order." The woman wearing the same kind of deep blue spacesuit nodded and gave Noah a smile behind her visor.
"Let's roll!" The woman excitedly turned the key in the lock and the sandtrac nudged into movement, carefully starting its' slow journey across the red desert. The Sun was still up but it remained a smaller dot in the sky which made the day on Mars a little less bright compared to Earth.
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A little further away, just behind one hill a few curious pairs of eyes were watching this scene in bewilderment. These beings were tall and big, their bodies toned and muscular and covered with hair. They had long tails that moved in a slightly agitated manner as they still stayed hunched down, lurking behind the sand dune, lying on the rusty red sand, and their big ears were twitching to every sound and movement they were hearing and with those ears their hearing was quite impeccable; they'd managed to catch many of the on-going discussion that these creatures wearing weird big bulky suits had had with each other although they were considerably far away.
They were wearing camouflage combat pants and tank tops in the many shades of earthy reds, to blend in with the red sand surrounding them. They had bandanas tied around their snouts, to cover their mouths and noses from the whirling sand as the wind had gotten stronger. Their furs were dusty with all the small particles that lingered in the air. On top of their tank tops they had bandoliers, with pockets full of extra ammunitions and on their thighs they had leg holsters where they had tucked their handguns. Despite their relatively young ages, the bodies were already showing marks of the numerous battles; scars, bruises and war injuries. But what was their most striking feature were the two red antenna that were protruding their skulls. Any native Martian would have unmistakingly known that these three Martian males were infact Cave Mice and what's more, they were part of the Martian Resistance Movement called the Freedom Fighters.
Their big ears twitched again as the weird looking machine started to slowly drive away out on the plain, it was so loud that their ears flattened against their skulls momentarily before they perked back up again.
"What the heck was that?" A big male, with ash grey fur, asked in a deep baritone voice, the voice muffled slightly by the bandana he used to cover his snout but he quickly winced as he heard a highpitched voice coming beside him.
"Aawhooo! I don't know but it looks like someone's throwin' a party and we weren't invited!" A smaller and younger male with white fur banged his fist against the palm of his hand, his cry of excitement giving a ringing to anyone's ear who would be close enough to get to enjoy it.
"Nevermind the party, I wouldn't be hearing anything anyway..." The third voice, a hoarse one, growled a little annoyed behind his red bandana, rubbing his ears. He then corrected his black and green field specs and gave the departing vehicle another look.
"Look, Stoker ordered us to surveil the situation...not to interviene. We don't know what these aliens want just yet...And we certainly don't want to make a scene here, so, just pipe down, Vinnie." He continued, giving the white furred male a glance before turning his thoughtful look towards the direction the big vehicle had taken off while scratching his scalp underneath this longer hair that covered the top of his head, the strands dancing in the slight breeze.
"Pfft! I know what they want! They want trouble and lucky for them Trouble is my middle name!" Vinnie hollered totally ignoring the request to turn down the volume as his two sparkling ruby red eyes narrowed into lines while glaring after the vehicle with a look that was greedy of action.
"And here Ah always thought your middle name was "Loudmouth"... The grey furred male chuckled lightly by his side, slapping the white mouse on his back playfully but still with a good amount of force, causing the younger male to crash to the ground from his hunching position.
"What? Now, who would name their child like that? Don't be stupid, Modo..." Vinnie snorted while holding his upper torso up again using his arms and elbows. The big grey giant of a male mouse only shook his head a little amused but then glanced over at the tan furred male, over Vinnie's head.
"From where do you think these guys came from, Throttle?"
"Well, Stoker thinks they came from Earth...Their shuttle resembles Earth's technology, I mean look at it... It's a technologically unadvanced piece of junk, they got lucky that they even got it this far in the first place...I'm amazed that thing even held it together when they launched it..." Throttle chuckled and put on his black bike helmet and pressed the button on its' side and the orange hued visor flashed on and with another light touch to the helmet's side, there appeared statistics and a moving target finder as he zoomed into the vehicle, the stats showing the exact coordinates to which direction the sandtrac was slowly moving.
"They came from Earth? The Earth?" Vinnie's ears perked up in excitement.
"The home of the greatest metal music ever existed?! Man, I should've asked them to bring some cd's..." Vinnie pondered while Modo got excited too.
"Oh, mommah! Can't believe that we're at the presence of the ones who created James Bond! Ah mean, unadvanced civilization or not, these guys sure know how to make some pretty great entertainment..." The grey furred male rumbled back and Vinnie rolled his eyes looking bored.
"Oh, can you shut up about that lame agent dude with mediocre looks... I mean, if you wanna watch the greatest star in action you just watch your's truly...!" Vinnie polished his fingernails against his white furred muscled chest with a smug smile on.
"Yeah, thanks but no thanks, Ah try to ignore your starlight as much as possible..." Modo mumbled back, feeling a bit offended as this young rebel comrade just unshamingly bashed his favourite movie franchise.
"Well, I guess not everyone can take this much charm!" Vinnie cried out, pointing his thumb at himself, making the big male flinch at this high-pitch cry again.
"It's the noise level that Ah can't take..." Modo growled back, feeling how his irritation threatened to rise on top.
"Well, sorry grandpa', maybe you should retire if you can't rock with the best of us, and the best meaning: me!" Vinnie flashed a toothy grin at the big male, even if the grin was covered with the purple bandana and Modo only glared at him back, his mood already taking a step darker.
"Granpa'?! Ah'm like four years older than ya!"
"Yeah, practically pushin' daisies..." Vinnie drawled innocently.
"Listen, ya lil'...!"
"Okay, that's enough you two...!" Throttle thought it wise to end this schism between the two males before there actually was going to be a scene. A big one. Not that it would be anything new. These two were always bickering about something. The tan furred male let out a loud sigh.
"I mean, we should atleast try and act like true Freedom Fighters here, we're on duty, remember?" Throttle muttered with a stern voice, his annoyance building up as well.
Just a month back Stoker, the Leader of the Resistance and their mentor had teamed him and Modo up with this young daredevil who had joined the Fighters six months ago without noone really knowing from where he had comen from but from the day one everyone sure knew that there was new blood at the Headquarters, his voice and loud cries usually being heard no matter where one was situated...
But he had advanced quickly, he trained more than any other and after six months Stoker had thougth he was ready to get some field experience and ordered Throttle and Modo to take him with them whenever they went on their missions. Throttle hadn't really liked the idea, but order was an order and around the Freedom Fighters Headquarters Stoker was the Commander who made the calls, so Vinnie tagged along. Sure, the kid was eager and fast to learn and no doubt he had skills but he also possessed unhealthy amount of enthusiasm that bordered crazyness and he was loud and annoying and above all, very hard to control. And on top of everything else Vinnie was clearly rubbing Modo the wrong way and Vinnie being a stubborn youngster who barely had passed his teenage-years, didn't know what was good for him, so he liked to push the Big Guy's buttons and Throttle had to be the referee half the time. Not that he would think that Modo would actually harm Vinnie, he was usually this kind-hearted, good-natured, chill dude but he was also proned to the fits of rage and there could be a time when Vinnie was in a wrong place at the wrong time...
So, maybe Stoker had some kind of a point here he wanted to make while making them a trio but what it was, Throttle still didn't have a clue. Maybe there was a bigger picture he didn't understand. Or maybe Stoker just wanted the kid out of his way. And maybe, Stoker didn't care what either Throttle or Modo thought.
Surprisingly a small silence had followed Throttle's statement but like he had already predicted, it wouldn't last long. This trio might still be a fresh thing but he had already started to notice some patterns here...
"Well, this is boring, man... Can't we just take our bikes and ride after these aliens and wipe them into oblivion and trash their stupid space shuttle?" Vinnie whined tapping the sand with his leather-gloved fingers.
"No. Let's not do that." Throttle deadpanned, feeling the wind hitting his face with more strength, the sandstorm was getting nearer.
"Whatever, just a suggestion, bro...Goddess forbids there should be any action..." Vinnie snorted back, his long white tail flickering with rising agitation.
"Be glad that things have been quiet for a change..." Modo muttered back.
"Yeah, ya would like that, wouldn't ya...?" Vinnie gave Modo a challenging look behind his purple bandana. Modo glared at him back but saw Throttle's unhappy features behind Vinnie's head and he only turned his look away, semi-willingly taking the high road here. He shifted his gaze to the open field where the sandtrac had inched away from them so it was only this smaller dot to be seen.
"Ah wonder why it takes this long for the Army to get in here...Didn't their radars pick up the spacecraft?" He then gave Throttle a questioning look but the tan furred male only chuckled back as he carefully backed off from the sand dune, the other two followed suit, and they hurried to the three impressive looking bikes which were more like weapons on wheels, waiting for them down the hill.
"C'mon, the Army wouldn't notice a spacecraft even if it parked right there on their Base's backyard..." The tan furred male mused while sitting on his black bike.
Modo sat down on his purple chopper which beeped in delight to see her owner again and Modo patted the AI-equipped bike on its' side.
"Missed me already, lil' darlin'?" He chuckled lovingly but then something came to his mind and he turned to Throttle, looking a little worried.
"They were headin' to the Camp's direction... Maybe we should warn the citizens there?"
Vinnie snorted back and did a brief handstand on his bike and wiggled his legs in the air, to get his adrenaline running before they'd take off.
"I say we go after them and teach them what happens when you're messin' with the baddest mammajammers!"
"Well, The Camp's still pretty far away...I say we head back to the Headquarters and give Stoker a briefing what we saw here... He can then think what to do with these Earthlings..." Throttle started his bike.
"Fine, let's do it the boring way..." Vinnie whined and stepped on the gas and the red racer dashed forward, leaving the other two soldiers in the sand cloud.
"Last one at the Headquarters is a smelly Plutarkian!" His cry echoed in the open landscape and through their helmets' radios.
Throttle shook his head, a little amused and gave the big male a look.
"C'mon, let's kick it, bro! If he wins, we'll never hear the end of it..."
"What? There's a chance he'll talk even more?" Modo gave Throttle a grin back as they hit the gas as well and the three bikes began their long way back across the desert.
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Inside this temporary structure it was light and somehow it didn't feel that they were on a different planet. It felt all too familiar, the monitors, the few pieces of furniture, they all were very familiar as they had been testing them many months prior to their take-off. She knew every single screw and bolt. The fluorescent light tubes on the ceiling they had just installed were partially still hanging freely but the crew was done for the day as they had decided to continue their tasks in the morning. Everyone was too tired.
Charley was just lying on her bed, watching the ceiling, feeling extremely tired but the excitement of this extraordinary day had her adrenaline levels still up and she couldn't sleep. It was like a dream. They were actually on Mars. After years and years of studying and preparing for this trip, here she was. Here they were. It was mindblowing to say the least and still it felt like an underestimation. Mars. Oh god...
She placed her other arm under her head, her long auburn hair spread around the pillow like a halo as she finally had been able to take off her big spacesuit and the helmet. After they had made this tent-type of a structure they were currently habiting air-proof, they had turned on the oxygen machine which had quickly filled the tent with air they could breath.
Charley looked at the ceiling of their quickmade tent base which was to be their home and workplace for the next few weeks before they would get to build more firmer building. All the materials for that were still on the space shuttle but that could wait for now... This tent they had quickly built up was firm enough material to hold up the occasionally harsh winds that swept across the deserts on Mars. It had gone through numerous tests on Earth to confirm that, so Charley wasn't worried, even if she could hear the wind blow right there on the other side of the tent and the walls slightly shaking and rattling. It had been proved by science and science was her religion, she had her faith in it completely. After all, she had graduated from the MIT and had a degree on mechanical engineering. Science was what she knew and breathed, every day. She had studied hard and long to get here even if she was the youngest one in their team of nine people, but she had always been a bit of a prodigy when it came to this world of different gadgets and things with motors. She didn't know why but she just loved the world of mechanics, always had, ever since as a kid her dad used to bring her to his garage where they would tinker with bikes together.
But this was something else. This was not tinkering. This was valuable research done for the benefit of the entire human race.
The Earth was in bad shape, there was no way around that. And there was too many people and the resources were getting scarser. That's why the people had started to look for the other planets, for possible future habitation places, like a plan B. They were basically here to study Mars and see if it would be possible for people to live here, if it was possible to grow plants and maybe make the planet flourish again since it was no secret that it was a very harsh environment. Noone could live in here and endure these conditions.
Charley turned to her side, placing both of her hands under her head, letting her eyes wonder in the room, hearing the others still walking around the facility. Charley felt how her eye lids became heavier and she closed them, her mind still racing. Maybe they would even find life on Mars, who knows? Maybe they would find water. Maybe there would still be hope for the human race.
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Well... there you guys have it, the first chapter! Hope you guys liked it and feel free to comment as always!
My life's still pretty hectic but I try to write as much as I can, so, hopefully I'll be able to upload the next chapter to this as well as to the first story sometime soon.
Until next time!
-SpaceFlora