The following is a piece of fan fiction based on Biker Mice From Mars. All characters were created by Rick Ungar, original story by Tom Tataranowicz, and are not my property.
This is an AU retelling of BMFM and explores mature subject matter including death, violence, abuse, sex (con and noncon), torture, and mutilation. Reader's discretion is advised. Some character history has been altered from their original source but like I said, this is an AU.
TRIGGER WARNING FOR THIS CHAPTER: Implied abuse; implied noncon SA; slavery/bondage.
Chapter 2-
Ganges Canyon was on the eastern edge of the Echus Chasms. It was once a rich archeological site, theorised to be the birthplace of prehistoric Cave Mouse Civilization. Devout followers of the Martian Gods made pilgrimages to ancient temples of Phobos in the west and Deimos in the east. Scholars meticulously restored the primitive system of caves, deciphered ancient glyphs, and established the time frame in which the evolutionary predecessor of the Cave Mouse diverged from the other two dominant species. At the bottom of the canyon, the Great Echus river once supplied fresh water to all of Tharsis.
Now, the great canyon was a crumbling hollowed out ghost. Historical relics were unceremoniously gutted out and sold to private Plutarkian elites. The river had been dried up for more than half a Martian's lifetime. Sand Raiders, traditionally nomads who kept to the open deserts, began to set up semi-permanent encampments in old mouseholes.
Slobber's encampment was the largest and longest surviving. Out of all the different Sand Raider tribes, Slobber had not lost a pack-mate to the Plutarkian occupation. This was more out of cowardice than disloyalty to their own home. Slobber's kin may not have risked their lives to sell out Mars, but they sure as hell didn't defend it either. They entrenched themselves in the shadows of Ganges Canyon where they could easily pull off raids on anyone, Martian or Plutarkian, foolish enough to wander too close.
Slobber gained his notoriety as an ambush attacker, but when confronted with a head-on battle he was all bark and no bite. Throttle knew that they would have to get the drop on the Sand Raiders first. He was on lookout. Unlike his grey and white bros, his tawny fur allowed him to blend in with his surroundings. Thanks to the field specs Stoker gave him, his vision was twice as good as an ordinary Mouse; a small benefit considering he was completely blind without them.
He lay down on his stomach, ears flat to his head as he peered down the canyon below. Soon the noonday sun would leave little shadows in which Slobber's band could hide. This was going to be the hardest part of their mission: the waiting. The waiting and keeping quiet. The term quiet as a mouse was as alien to the Martians as the planet Earth which coined the term. So, while Throttle kept vigil, Modo kept himself busy polishing his mechanical arm and Vinnie chucked rocks aimlessly into the desert.
An hour later, Throttle began to see signs of activity. Slowly the Sand Raiders began making their way out of their hiding holes to go about their own business in the sunlight: bartering amongst each other, finishing old fights, doing donuts in their dune buggies. Throttle spotted Slobber sitting on a beat up thrown made from a scrapped vehicle. He was above a large crowd of hyenas watching a sparring row. However, Throttle could not make out any mouse in the group. They probably have Harley tied up he thought to himself as he crept away from his lookout position and flagged his bros down.
"So what strategy did you have in mind?" Modo asked.
"I'm thinking Rainy Day number four," said Throttle. "Neutralize their weapons, round up as many of the raiders we can, force Slobber into negotiations."
"If that doesn't work then I'll just pound the bastard into the ground until he's dust," Vinnie said while readying his helmet for battle.
Throttle grabbed his younger bro by the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. "Vincent, I know you're angry. I know you miss her. We are all hurting. Harley needs you to keep a level head right now and not do anything rash or reckless. We stick to the plan."
Vinnie laughed. "Anything rash or reckless is my middle name." He gave his Bike a quick rev and popped a wheelie as he drove head on into the middle of the chasm. "AHHAHAHOOO HARLEY HERE I COME!"
Throttle and Modo were quick to follow in pursuit with the same enthusiasm. He looked down at their targets watching their faces change from blissful ignorance to confusion, and finally to terror. The three bikers drove down and across a vertical cliff causing a rockslide to fall behind them and raid down crushing boulders onto the rides of the Sand Raiders.
In the chaos, a few Sand Raiders on the outskirts were able to seek refuge in the tunnels, but the large crowd of spectators watching the fight were not so lucky. Modo went left, Throttle went right, each shot a grappling line from their rides and anchored them into the canyon walls. As the crossed paths to form a barrier with their winch lines, Vinnie herded the panicked Raiders into Modo and Throttle's improvised corral; one more loop from the two and at least fifteen Raiders were ensnared. All that was left to so to secure their hostages was to tighten the lines.
Slobber stood up from his thrown and barked at the mice. "What on god's red mars do you cave dwelling rodents think you are doing?"
"Taking back one of our own," Throttle replied. "Once you bring her out, we will leave, and no one has to get hurt."
"You mice must be as stupid as you are ugly. We don't have your precious Harley." Slobber smiled saying her name, from behind his goggles the bros could tell there was nothing but malice.
"How do you know who it is we're looking for?" Vinnie spoke up.
"Oh, every Martian on the northern hemisphere knows about your Harley little boy. Everyone knows how you let a rat into your own ranks; how he stole your girlfriend from right under your nose; and how you still haven't been able to track him down. You call yourselves Freedom Fighters, everyone else thinks your kind are nothin' but a joke!"
Modo began to tighten his line which in turn forced their hostages to squeeze closer together; a few began to yelp and yowl. "Can it Mutt. Everyone knows what this planet thinks of you. Give us Harley and we let your pack go free."
Slobber's smile turned into a toothy scowl. "We do not have your damned mouse. Let my pack go free and I will forgive this transgression."
"WE KNOW YOU HAVE HER," Vinnie yelled showing the same about of contempt as Slobber. "We know you are keeping her as a slave, and we know she is working as a mechanic for you, and we know your word isn't worth shit. Give us Harley and no one gets hurt."
"You mice aren't the killers you pretend to be."
"No, we're not," Throttle spoke again before Vinnie could be goaded into saying more. "We are not going to hurt your pack. But we will drag their tails back to Olympia. If they survive, they can answer for crimes against Mars."
"What crimes? What makes you think my crew had anything to do with the Plutarkians?"
"All you mutts look alike," Vinnie snarled. "And each one of you is as guilty as the other."
Slobber stood there, his focus shifting from each different mouse to the captives. Finally, he barked an order to one of the Raiders that was watching the show down from the safety of a cave opening. "Bring out our little mousey girl for our guests." Slobber sat back down on his thrown, leaning back and spreading his legs wide on either side.
He began to laugh as a lanky Raider led his captive out into the open. "Is this the Harley you've been looking for rodents?"
Throttle, Modo and Vinnie looked at the woman Slobber had been keeping captive. An alien being: gaunt, hairless except for a matted mane of deep red, hands and feet chained together, and wearing an all too revealing tattered dress showed off old and fresh bruises on her arms, legs and neck.
Vinnie felt as though a knife had been plunged into his heart. This wasn't Harley. Stoker was wrong and his time was wasted when he could have been looking for actual leads. He got his hopes up for nothing.
Seeing the disappointment in the mouse's eyes made Slobber laugh even harder. "If you are so desperate for someone to fix those trash cans on wheels then I'll give her to you. She is a decent enough mechanic, but she's outlasted my interest in her." He moved two of his fingers in a brushing motion.
Without a word his subordinate shoved the woman to the ground below. She let out no cry but bit her lips and exhaled sharply as she forced herself onto her knees. The bros were able to get a better look at her. Her lips were plump and cracked from dehydration. Her nose was detached from her upper lips and stuck out from the rest of her face. Her eyes were green. As green as Mars was before the invasion, a green that was now only a far-off memory. As they stared at her, she stared back at them. Her gaze was void of any emotion.
Above them all, the hyenas that were hiding in canyon caves and crevices began to laugh along with their leader. The sound of their sharp high-pitched cackles echoed throughout the canyon walls and rung through the bros' ears. The sound was painful and humiliating.
From the sound of laughter, they heard Slobber speak up again. "A deal's a deal. Take your prize and let my pack go. What great heroes you are. All of Mars will know of your daring rescue of this alien garbage. She'll work, if you keep her in line." Slobber balled his right hand into a fist and began punching his left palm. This seemed to make his pack laugh even wilder.
"Guys, I know this isn't the outcome we wanted but we cannot leave her with these monsters," said Throttle. The choice was not up for debate. Even if she wasn't Harley, she still needed their help.
"If you guys aren't satisfied with her tinkering, she's got some other uses you might enjoy." Slobber had to yell to make sure his voice was heard over the echoes of laughter. "Don't worry boys, I made sure she was broken in. She has no fight left."
After processing what Slobber had just said, Vinnie snapped out of his depression and parked his bike broadside of the alien woman. He wrapped his tail around her waist and held her secure to the back of his bike. She was still in bondage so he knew he would have to keep a tight hold on her, at least until they were far enough away from Ganges to stop and break her chains.
He smiled at his bros, masking his disappointment in the mission's failure, "No sweat fellas, rescuing damsels in distress is my middle name."
"I thought your middle name was anything rash or reckless," Modo joked as he recalled his winch, the sudden lack of a restraint caused a domino effect of falling Sand Raiders.
Their laughs turn into yowls as they tried to untangle themselves. Throttle followed suit and the three began their ascent up the canyon walls.
"I have a lot of middle names," Vinnie grumbled. He held the woman close to his back, using his broad torso to shield her from the elements. She still had not said a word. She gave no resistance to Vinnie's grasp. As soon as they were back in Tharsis, he and his brothers would find out who she is and where she is from.