Heyyyy...
So, I was to upload before the New Year but as it seems...the Easter already went by so... what can I say... I'm the slowest writer in history, apparently... So, so sorry! I do hope to get my act together... But, it's just so hard to find the time to write sometimes...many times... Sorry.
Anyway, I did update this story in November via the fanfiction app and it came to my knowledge later that not everyone necessarily gets notifications about the updates if they've updated via the app…so… If you still haven't read that last chapter my advice would be to go read that before you attack this newest one. Just so it makes a bit more sense story-wise... Or maybe you wanna live a life of chaos and read the newest one first before attacking the previous one! Just whatever makes you happy :)
Thanks to all the ones out there reading this story, reviewing, liking, faving... Much much appreciated! And please feel free to leave a review after you're done reading this chapter... Makes me happy everytime to read about your thoughts!
Well, it's already taken too darn long...let's just continue with the story, shall we? :)
Enjoy!
Peace,
SpaceFlora
The Story of Rebellion and Hope
Chapter 22
The humans' sandtrac was cruising along the red desert. Well, cruising was maybe too strong of a word for a vehicle that couldn't speed above the average jogging speed. The sandtrac hit a bump and all nine humans huddled inside the vehicle jolted before adjusting to better positions again. They all had stayed quiet. There wasn't much to say. Or then there was just too much to say that it was overly overwhelming and thus they just decided that it was best to keep their mouth shut and look out of the thick windows glasses how the Martian desert just rolled by, dune after dune, hill after hill. Their space mission certainly was not going according to the plan. In fact, they didn't have a plan anymore. What they had, was a nearly crippling fear of what was to come next.
As the vehicle had its oxygen circulation system, they had removed the space helmets to allow them to see the scenery better. And see these two aliens driving their motorcycles next to the sandtrac, the other aliens gone who knows where. Both these aliens, to prevent themselves from falling off their bikes as they needed to match their bikes' speed to the slow piece of Earth technology, had to drag their biker boots through the sand next to the bikes, while looking weirdly chilled and unmoved by this whole event, like escorting aliens was their day-to-day job. As it wouldn't be that big deal. The humans tried to be discreet with their peeks, daring not to stare while watching these two big aliens from the corners of their eyes, and they saw that due to the lack of wind, the aliens had opened up their helmet visors and they were exchanging words with one another every so often. However, the space crew couldn't hear them talk thanks to their thick window glasses, not like they knew any Martian anyhow, as that's the language these big furry rebel soldiers were using with one another, obviously.
Charley watched the desert around them while driving the sandtrac, in this morning light. It all looked so…silent, abandoned, dead… How was it to live here? To see all this every day? It surely couldn't have been like this all the time… The science back home had backed that up. Once Mars had been like Earth, so was this what Earth would look like too, in the end? Had these Martians made the same mistakes the humans had? And if, these guys had the means to travel the space like it was maybe fair to assume now… Why had they stayed here? Why not leave? Why not search for more habitable planets like humans? To scout better planets to call home. These Martians could've maybe escaped from this horrible fate the red planet had faced…Why stay? Was it possible to live here? Charley scrunched up her nose in confusion. They had come here to find out whether it would be possible for the humans to one day come and live here, but if these aliens had been here all along and they seemingly had the technology, just like humans did, then it seems that they too had not figured it out how to make the planet flourish again. Her mind was just trying to come to a sensible conclusion although there wasn't anything sensible in this whole scenario. But that just was what the mind did, it tried to find patterns and links between things. And after all the new mindblowing data they had gotten just under 48 hours, Charley could almost feel how all these brand new neuro-links were coming to life inside her brain.
"I need to use the bathroom…" Lucas then interrupted Charley's thoughts.
"Well, you should've gone before we left! Honestly! Every time!" Eve snapped next to him.
"But I didn't have to go then…!" Lucas protested while readjusting the gauze around his wounded head, the gauze partially covering his curly short hair. After doing so, he popped an aspirin into his mouth for the headache that the trauma to his head had caused, thanks to that white male alien who so eagerly had knocked him out of consciousness just some hours ago.
"I'm pretty sure we won't be passing a gas station any time soon so just use a bottle…" Jeremiah muttered crossing his strong arms and trying to sit more comfortably but in vain. The sandtrac was not built for comfort.
"What bottle?!" Lucas looked around in this tiny cabin.
"I have a Coke can?" One of the metal twins offered his help and awkwardly handed Lucas an empty can of Coke from the back seat.
"You brought soda with you?" Eve raised her eyebrow.
"Packed a bag of chips, too…Maybe you should've packed as well, as you seem kinda cranky, Eve…" The blonde metal head pointed out, throwing a few chips into his mouth and then trying to throw one to his metal twin's mouth next to him but missing.
"This ain't a field trip!" The blonde biologist muttered.
"See? Cranky... Here, have a chip." Isaac the metalhead offered but Eve only waved her hand to decline the generous offer.
"I really, really need to pee…" Lucas sighed.
"Well, you got the can, use it…" Eve mumbled.
"Here? I can't use it in front of you all…!"
"We've seen it all during our long space trip, just go ahead…" Zack sounded bored.
"We can look away?" One of the metal twins offered from the backseat and Lucas rolled his brown eyes.
"Yeah, I kinda wished that was obvious… Don't need an audience… Just… Talk or something, I can't pee if it's all quiet…"
Charley sighed but then started to talk, mainly to just keep up the conversation as requested.
"Okay, so… It seems we're driving West, just the opposite direction from Mount Olympus…"
"So?" Eve asked uninterested.
"It was just an observation, there was no point." The engineer mumbled.
"I wish we'd know how long this trip is about to take." Noah wondered while looking at the meters inside the sandtrac and Charley caught his observing look.
"Well, the sandtrac's batteries are still up to 90% so there's no worry for the batteries to die any time soon…" Charley stated and her and Noah's eyes locked with each other before they forcibly glanced away as Zack, who sat between them cleared his throat in a mild awkwardness.
"What happens if the batteries die?" Eve asked, sitting behind Charley.
"We stop." Charley deadpanned and could almost hear Eve's eyes roll.
"You don't think…" Zack started but paused to think before he continued.
"You don't think we could somehow…I don't know… escape?"
"Escape?" Eve chuckled and turned to Zack only to quickly turn her eyes away again as Lucas was still peeing.
"Don't watch!"
"Gee, how long it takes for you to empty your bladder?"
"I'll be needing another can, I'm afraid…"
Eve sighed and gave the metal twins a gesture to handle the man a new one, knowing full well the soda addicts would have at this point destroyed a few cans.
"Anyway, this ain't exactly a Ferrari, Zack. We can't escape even from the snails…" Eve snorted looking out of the window.
"I didn't build it to join the NASCAR!" Charley raised her voice and Eve whistled.
"Gods, lighten up, I'm only joking around…You're so sensitive when it comes to anything with a motor…"
"Kinda weird time to joke around…" Sophia then opened her mouth, and everyone gave this older red-haired physicist a little worried look because she had stopped crying and acting all hysterical. Her eyes seemed almost glassy and there was not so much emotion in her voice and it made the others low-key worried about what state of psychosis she was in right now. But not Lucas, who now sighed relieved holding the two full cans in his hands but frowned.
"Where do I put these?"
"Toss them outside! They're splashing everywhere!" Jeremiah the doctor ordered trying to move away from Lucas but in vain as there just wasn't enough space.
"Oh yeah, hey, let's just land on a new planet and start throwing trash around, why don't we…!" Eve snapped and Jeremiah gave her a look.
"At this point, I don't care anymore."
"Well, that's kinda the attitude that brought us here in the first place, ironically. That people just don't care." Eve stated, and Noah cleared his throat and searched for something under the seats before handing Lucas a plastic container.
"Here. Put them in here."
"Great, now we have to drive around Mars in a vehicle that smells like piss…" Eve mumbled, and Lucas gave the blonde biologist a look.
"You just complain about everything!"
"I'm sorry, aren't we in deep shit right now?!"
"Well, a little positive thinking won't hurt anyone…" Lucas muttered popping another pill into his mouth before Jeremiah snatched the pill bottle from him to prevent him from overdosing on Aspirin. Also, they'd be needing every medical thing they currently had as they didn't know what was to happen next.
"What's positive about this?!" Eve snapped.
"Well… For starters, we're still alive. All nine of us." Lucas started but only heard not-too-excited huffs around him as being alive right now didn't write off the ominous feeling of death and doom lurking ahead.
"Well, we are alive! And if we're alive now… I bet those aliens won't be killing us any time soon." Lucas stated, nodding, like approving his own words.
"That's nice. Something to look forward to." Eve joked again. Kind of. Well, it was her coping mechanism to deal with the difficult situations.
"Okay, let's not talk about…that." Noah advised, knowing that all this talk about death and dying doesn't usually lift people's moods and certainly it didn't help to maintain the mindset that they'd be needing right now.
"I was just thinking of the possible escape because there are only two aliens outside guarding us… The others gone apparently, who knows where…" Zack started again glancing outside the window, trying to spot the other aliens but in vain.
"Two aliens are still too many aliens…" Jeremiah thought out loud and the others gave agreeable grunts. Zack gave them all a look, well, he tried but in this crowded vehicle he couldn't really turn his head and it caused him to feel pain in his neck while trying to do so.
"We can at least try to do something, right?" He muttered and rubbed his now sore neck.
"Why bother, our chances to live out there are pretty much zero." Sophia talked her voice not shaking or cracking anymore, feeling almost numb to everything going around her.
"That's the spirit." Eve talked under her breath but felt Lucas now intentionally elbowing her.
"What?!"
"Remember, positive thoughts!"
"Okay, fine! I'm so excited to be here right now and I can't wait for what the future will hold for us!" Eve raised her voice, but Charley abruptly stopped the vehicle, and they all violently jolted inside the sandtrac, causing Eve and Lucas to bump their heads against each other, both cursing loudly holding their foreheads.
"Why'd you stop?!" Noah asked giving the young auburn-haired woman a look.
"Because the big scary alien told me to." Charley answered pointing in front of them where the two aliens that had been escorting them had driven just a little further ahead to park their bikes in front of the big vehicle and that ridiculously large grey male was now showing them a stop signal, standing there so tall Charley had to tilt her head sideways to see the alien's helmet-covered head against the Martian sky as the sandtrac was so close to the big male he could have just popped the hood and checked the oil. Which of course, he didn't.
"Why would we stop here?" Noah asked looking outside cluelessly but it was looking like everywhere on Mars, sandy.
"Maybe they got fed up with us and they'll kill us after all?" Lucas whispered forgetting about positivity himself.
"Oh, c'mon, why would they first drag us through the desert for an hour to do so?" Zack asked not buying it although in all fairness, those were fucking aliens, they didn't know what rang their bell.
"Maybe they did that just to fuck with our heads?" Jeremiah asked.
"I think these dudes are not that desperate to find activities around here…" Charley thought out loud as by the looks of things, these aliens looked like they'd been dragged here from hell, and she had put together listening to them speak that they'd have more urgent matters at hand than escorting folks from Earth around their planet. Like war and stuff. Which was alarming, to say the least. That there was some kind of military operation happening on the fourth planet from the Sun. But as there had been already too much to digest at this point, the humans were not ready to think about the possible war raging here on the red planet, as well.
The big male on the other side of the wide front window pointed them to step out of the vehicle with a simple gesture of a thumb and they all swallowed.
"This is it, guys… They're gonna kill us!"
"But this doesn't make any sense!"
"I don't wanna die!"
As the folks in the sandtrac stayed put and showed no signs of coming out of the vehicle as suggested, the big grey male turned his head to the tan one, shrugging his shoulders and the tan male stepped off his own black and chrome motorcycle and walked to the sandtrac and knocked on the vehicle's door with his leather gloved-knuckles.
"Lock the doors, Charley!" Lucas screamed.
"There ain't no locks in the doors!" Charley shouted back.
"Why there ain't no locks in the doors?!" Lucas' voice got more frightened.
"Well, it didn't cross my mind to install locks as who would steal the sandtrac on Mars?!" Charley raised her now more annoyed than frightened voice back, as she was pretty much done for everyone to question every aspect of their Earth technology, be it a fellow human or a Martian.
But when the polite knock didn't do the trick, the tall tan male opened the sandtrac's door, making the humans rush to put on their space helmets as the cold Martian air entered the vehicle, and the humans weren't still too keen to try if the air here was breathable or not for them. Apparently, the tan-furred alien didn´t give a damn about whether it was or not. Or maybe he knew something the people didn't, which was also a fair judgment.
"Time to get out, folks." The tan alien ordered with that raspy whisky voice of his, using the matter-of-fact tone, telling the humans not to mess with him, that he was tired of this whole mess and preferably he would like to be anywhere else than here, having this discussion with them.
"No!" Lucas shouted through his helmet's visor and the alien gathered a slightly amused face. Or was it the face of growing annoyance? Hard to tell the difference when not seeing those eyes behind the dark glasses that the alien still had on, miraculously. It wasn't really to be described as sunny out there, as Mars just wasn't a sunny planet, per se, so at this point, the humans had gathered that tall and tan alien simply wore those specs to look cool, and he did.
"No?" The alien asked, that short syllable sounding both amused and angry, and the humans couldn't tell in which direction the alien's mood was tilting.
"Don't kill us!" The humans only shouted back, their big eyes staring back at the alien behind their big see-through helmets.
"Oh, we're going into the panic mode again, I see." The tan male huffed but then smelled something and his specs-covered eyes landed on the container containing the two cans of pee. The humans noticed him raising his eyebrow before he cleared his throat and left the vehicle's side telling the grey male something in their language to which the giant's reaction was to slowly walk closer to the vehicle, and the humans did not like where all this was progressing. With every step closer the grey giant took, the humans tried to find any room to move away from the door which was of course useless, and, in a few seconds, the even bigger alien hunched down and peaked inside the vehicle that his body would not ever be fitting in.
"Okay, ladies and gents… It's time to walk a little…" He said with a patient tone in that deep low rumbling voice that sounded almost soothing but, in this circumstance, the humans only identified it with the doom they were going to face any second now.
"You can't make us walk to our death!" Lucas shouted back, still somehow finding the strength to shout back at these big creatures in a time of inevitable doom, which surprised him as well. The Martian giant only chuckled back, not startled by the human's loud response, but understanding their current emotions and what this whole situation must seem like to them.
"Just thought you'd enjoy stretchin' those legs a little as we need to stay put for a while…It looks a lil'…jammed in here…" He stated and looked around the vehicle, his big golden ear hoops dangling from his left big furry ear, gently chinking and the humans' focus turned on them momentarily. Gold... They got gold here as well?
"So… This is not the end for us…?" Eve peeped quietly and the grey male turned his gentle eyes to her.
"Just chill." The big male huffed.
"Chill?" The humans asked in unison like that word would be the weirdest word of all.
"Yeah, come out and enjoy the scenery." The massive male Martian then straightened himself up again and gave the sandtrac's roof a tap before letting the humans decide themselves whether they'd take on the offer or not. But a thought crossed his mind and he hunched down again to give the humans another glance, and the people all flinched while seeing the big alien blocking the doorway again.
"And if ya need to use the, eh…bathroom, then now's your chance."
"Bathroom?" The humans asked almost in unison again, like they suddenly were playing the game of aping every word the alien uttered. Their dumbfounded expressions made the grey male chuckle again and he gave a nod towards the deserts.
"Think of it like a giant outhouse…" His deep voice rambled with humor.
The humans all scrunched up their noses at this very unpleasant mental image and the alien shook his head, seemingly amused but left them alone, walking back to his chopper.
After checking one last time through the windows that there weren't any execution firing lines or sudden cliffs, the humans started to step outside one after the other, a little cautiously, looking around constantly like there would be an army of aliens attacking them behind every rock. Truth be told, they needed to stretch their legs…but obviously, not at the expense of their lives.
Once it seemed that the humans did not take off and ran each in different directions across the red desert, both big Martians sighed almost in unison, giving each other a questioning look, like both of them thinking the same thing. Throttle sat down on his bike his eyes still on the humans who were strolling around their sandtrac watching cluelessly around them, careful with their every step, turning their heads to these two big males every so often like just waiting they'd use this opportunity to shoot them in the back... Throttle took off his helmet, lifted his field specs to his forehead, and ran his palms up and down his face a few times tiredly before stopping and sighing loudly.
"Man, whatta fiasko..." He then muttered but gave a look at his left where his bro was already reclining on his big chopper, almost in a horizontal state, scrolling through his VidCom, checking all those missed calls and messages due to the shaky connections out here.
"Well, he wouldn't be Stoker, if he didn't make a few odd moves..." Modo's voice rumbled thoughtfully but not too troubled or even surprised by their mentor's decision to take the humans with them.
"You're right..." Throttle smiled. He looked over his shoulder, to the direction where he knew Stoker, Harley, and Vinnie had driven and where they were now estimating what route to take back to HQ that could cause the least trouble, much to Vinnie's annoyance. But even Stoker had figured that now was not necessarily the best time to get into any surprise fights with the Sand Raiders or the Plutarkians. The tan male gave Modo another glance, his specs now covering his eyes again, observing his bro reading and answering some messages.
"You got your device connected again?" He asked but not waiting for an answer he checked his own VidCom and saw that he too had now received a message and he eagerly clicked that open.
"Yup..." Modo drawled and threw something into his mouth to munch. Throttle read quickly the message he'd received, a small smile appearing on his features before hearing the crunching sounds and raising his look to watch his bro.
"What are ya eating?"
"Nuts." Modo answered and without even asking, threw the bag to Throttle who got it and emptied a handful from the bag before tossing it back at the big male who grabbed it but who noticed the slight smile on Throttle's face.
"Guess Ah don't need to ask who's sent you a message..."
"What can I say, Carbine's one damn fine lady..."
Modo observed his long-time bro for a few seconds, whose cheeks had now gathered a noticeable blush while he was typing an answer back to his girl in the Army ranks.
"...well, if this is about you two having some weird role-play again, Ah can live without hearin' the details." Modo stated and Throttle chuckled back, still typing.
"Hey, you gotta keep the long-distance relationship work, right...?"
"It ain't that long, ya two just saw each other a few hours ago..." Modo snorted.
Throttle raised his look from the screen and he got to admit, felt slightly guilty as he knew that was true and what's worse he had kind of rubbed it in unknowingly the fact that his bro had not seen his girl for what now must've been months.
"Sorry..." His raspy voice muttered and Modo gave him an odd look.
"What for? Hey, don't take it the wrong way, it's great that you can see Carbine...Ah'm only happy for you."
"Yeah, but...You know... It's not maybe nice to... see that..." Throttle uttered, not sure how to make up a sentence suddenly. Unlike Modo, he had not been brought up in a house that encouraged you to share your feelings, so anytime he needed to dig a little deeper he just felt clumsy. It wasn't that he wasn't interested in others' lives and feelings, he just didn't always know what words to use and he hated not knowing.
"See what? A working relationship?" Modo asked and let out a heartfelt laughter.
"Hey, don't sweat it, bro... Ah mean, it sucks that Ah can't see my family and all but... It ain't your fault."
Throttle nodded back but cleared his throat, feeling like he should still add something.
"But, if it's any worth... I think you're handling it well. You know...You and Sienna... I mean, some guys are weak...in that sense...You know..." He started but again, felt clumsy and he saw it from Modo's face that he was not following where this was going. Throttle cleared his throat, and scratched behind his right ear, knowing that he should just say it and not tripping to his own words as clearly he was not good with these kinds of talks. And he rarely did this, he rarely put his nose into someone else's business or personal life. But this was Modo, whom he had known from the age they were still having sleepovers where they'd play video games, build motorcycles out of clay, and eat chips until they felt sick. So, he knew he could talk about anything with him even if this kind of talk did not come naturally to him. He cleared his throat again. At least he saw from Modo's look that even if he did not know what he was talking about he at least stayed quiet and gave him space to try and to get those words out and that way encouraging Throttle silently, which Throttle's quick and easily dot-connecting mind only made as his bro knew he sucked at this but he was rooting for him anyway.
"You know... We even hear some of our bros bragging about it back at HQ...How they are not faithful to their partners...I mean, not that you wouldn't be able to be faithful... You're too faithful." Well, that was fairly straightforward and odd. But that'll do.
"Oh... Yeah..." Modo nodded now finally understanding what Throttle meant with his odd rambling but thought about something a few seconds before answering.
"Yeah. It's surprisingly easier to find company than food out there in these deserts..." Modo concluded referring to these underground complexes out there designed for the soldiers to, in lack of more suitable words, get laid, and have a drink while at it. Brothels, in a more accurate sense.
"Guess they think a soldier can live without food but not without the delights of flesh..." Throttle rasped and added a dry chuckle. Modo snorted at this, taking a better and if possible even more chilled positions on his bike.
"Guess they've asked the wrong guys... Ah would kill for a home-cooked meal..." Modo sighed but then quickly added, giving his bro a look behind his VidCom.
"That was a bad joke under these sad and trying times..."
Throttle chuckled, nodding but glanced at the nine humans who were trotting the dunes in those awkward spacesuits that only made them resemble drunken toddlers.
He only shook his head and glanced yet one more time towards the hills out in the distance, wondering what on Mars Stoker was thinking about.
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A good drive away, another figure was also shaking her head. Harley was watching the sandtrac in the distance. She, Stoker, and Vinnie had driven a little ahead to ensure there would not be any surprises along the way.
"Unadvanced civilization or not, that's just lame." She muttered after glancing at her VidCom's clock. She turned to her two companions.
"It's taken an hour for us to get practically nowhere!"
"What's the hurry, H?" Stoker's hoarse voice asked while taking notes about something, writing on his VidCom while checking his bike's meters and radar, not looking in her way. Harley sighed audibly and glanced at Vinnie who was suddenly not looking too well, sitting on his red racer and holding his stomach.
"I dunno...Just remembered we are in a war..." She muttered and heard the older but still amazingly youthful Commander snort.
"The war ain't going anywhere."
"Well, neither are we, apparently..." She rolled her blue eyes, still amazed at just how slow can a machine with a motor installed to it, go. She turned her eyes back on Vinnie who now squinted his eyes a little, looking nauseous.
"What's up with you?" She raised her eyebrow. Vinnie wheezed back, stroking his abdomen.
"I dunno, feel like I've eaten something bad..." He said and smacked his tongue several times, like tasting a foul taste in his mouth.
"Maybe it's the Earth people's sodas that you've been chugging like there's no tomorrow..." Harley wondered out loud.
"You know how much sugar those contain? We're not used to the amounts..."
"And you're telling me this now?!" Vinnie whined.
"No, I've been telling you that every time you opened a new one..." Harley sighed crossing her arms and nodded towards the young rascal.
"Maybe this teaches you to shut up every once in a while to hear others talk too!"
"Why are ya yelling at me...?" Vinnie muttered but covered his mouth.
"I think I'll throw up..."
And that's what he did. He stumbled off his beloved bike and after taking only a few steps towards the dunes he hunched down and started to puke.
"See? They've poisoned Vinnie." Harley deadpanned giving Stoker a look who only snorted at this, which was as close to laughing out loud as their commander ever got. Stoker then seemingly wrapped up whatever calculations and conversations he'd been having in his VidCom and turned to the female mouse with that awfully disarming smirk on his ruggedly handsome features.
"You don't agree it was smart to take the humans with us?"
"No." Harley stated like it was obvious and she glanced in the direction where the sandtrac was.
"Do you even think it was smart yourself?" She asked him and Stoker smiled back with that sly grin of his.
"Hey, H, I only make the right calls."
"Who can argue with that logic..." Harley thrilled her lips but gave a light chuckle.
"Well, the joke's on you as now you've got nine useless Earthlings under your wing..."
But this remark did not make Stoker show any emotions as he only stared at her back, like knowing there was more where that came from...
"They'll only complicate things!" Harley sighed now a little annoyed that once again she had to be the dull adult here pointing the facts straight to these macho males.
"You're cute when you get hot under the helmet..." Stoker squinted that mischievous twinkle in his eyes but stopped as it seemed his charm didn't do the trick this time as Harley still had her arms crossed, staring him back, her tail snaking next to her feet.
"I'm glad that my job as a Fighter is to be the cute one... That'll be a great asset to win the war..." The female mumbled, turning her now fuming eyes away from the male and out into the desert. Stoker cleared his throat, knowing he might've pushed it too far. He gave a glance at Vinnie who had not been paying any attention to them so he let out a deep exhale biting his lower lip, thinking before he got off his bike and took a few careful steps towards the female who now turned her blue eyes at his way, almost a challenge shining through them. And Stoker was always up for a good challenge.
"Well, first of all... We all know that if we do win this war, it'll be thanks to our secret weapon, the greatest bike jockey in this Galaxy..." Stoker lowered his voice and Harley, after a few seconds gathered a tiny smirk.
"Suck-up."
Stoker chuckled and scratched his neck, glancing around them before setting his sharp brown eyes on her, looking deep into her blue eyes.
"And the humans?" Harley asked, her voice quieter as thanks to their super hearing, standing this close to each other they could even hear the other one blink. Stoker studied her face and she could feel his strong tail brushing her calf.
"You gotta admit, H, that this will make things more interesting." He rumbled and raised teasingly his eyebrow at her and Harley had to smile at his, again, very reckless way of behaving and making decisions based on absolutely nothing except "to make things more interesting". That confident smirk was just so annoyingly reassuring... But her smile vanished as quickly as it had appeared on her soft features.
"We're at war with fishy aliens that have ravaged our home planet...You really think we need things to get more interesting, Stoker?" She sighed, and a light sadness was riding those soundwaves. Stoker heard the sadness and for a brief moment, a worry crossed his features and he lightly touched her chin, to look deeper into those bluest eyes on the planet before their moment was interrupted.
"Uhhh, man, it tastes like rat's piss in my mouth..." Vinnie loudly reported while sitting back on his bike, wiping his mouth with his bare arm and sighing deeply.
"Nice..." Harley sighed as she and Stoker quickly moved a little away from each other. Vinnie observed them a moment before he frowned and looked away.
"Anyway..." He cleared his throat and his tail lashed through the air.
"We done cuddling? Can we go already?" His youthful voice was filled with annoyance and Stoker and Harley shared a quick look before they both walked to their motorcycles but while doing so, Stoker threw a glance at Vinnie, studying his body language which wasn't ever that hard to figure out before he turned his eyes on the ginger-furred female, who suddenly seemed to blush and avoided to look towards Vinnie. Stoker sat down on his bike, setting his jaw. He put on his black helmet.
"The coast is clear and we should move…I'd like to be back at HQ before the Night!" The Commander muttered and pressed the helmet's radio button.
"Hey, my two Desert Doves… Let's back up and go!" Stoker informed Modo and Throttle.
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"Copy that, Chief…" Throttle said and inhaled deeply, giving Modo a look.
"Well, let's just gather up the hens, and let's go I guess…"
Modo nodded with a knowing smile while getting off his bike and after a deep inhale he raised his big hands around his mouth and gave the loudest rooster call in the air which almost made the humans shit their pants. Throttle burst into laughter, tapping his bro on the back while walking to his bike.
"That'll do it, sure…"
Modo put on his bike helmet and sat on his bike.
"Ah hope they poured out those pee bottles…" He wondered out loud.
"I know, right…Poor bastards…" Throttle sighed and started his bike, making it roar.
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