(Plot): The Biker Mice crash land on Earth and find out that the most dangerous race known in the cosmos: The Plutarkians, have already begun mining the Earth. Now, they must protect not only the windy city of Chi-Town, along with there mechanic ally named Charley Davidson, they must protect the rest of the cosmos from the scum of the universe.
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I don't own any of the characters, those go to the creator Rick Ungar. Also, whenever I work on this story, some of the characters you will see will either remain the same or have a new makeover by yours truly. Another thing, when working on each of these episodes, they are a mixture of both the original and semi-reboot, but they will be remade differently to give it a slightly dark twist plus added realistic situations and places. So a little warning ahead of this.

Enjoy!
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Rock and Ride! Part 1: The Arrival

All was quiet in the vastness of space, the stars were glowing beautifully and twinkling like diamonds in the night sky. However, that quietness was taken away by a roaring engine of a ship as it was flying through space. The ship itself looked like a motorcycle with its four engines blowing from the back, it was red and silver while the front visor of the ship was blue. But from the inside of the ship, three individuals were relaxing while rock music was playing and a video was being played from their last cosmic race.

These three individuals were mice...Martian Mice to be exact. Each of them had red antennas on their heads and buckteeth were protruding out from there upper lips, but each of them were different from one another. The first one on the far right was a large grey furred muscular Martian mouse with a chiseled face. His right ear had a small nick while his left ear had two golden hoop earrings, his left eye was covered in a black eyepatch, due to losing that eye years prior. He wore red body armor that covered his chest and belly, blue coat with built-in red armored shoulder pads, but one sleeve was torn on the right, revealing a bionic arm where the grey furred male mouse was using a metal nail filer in his left hand which had purple fingerless gloves to sharpen his bionic fingers as they began to spark. He also wore tan jeans with red shin guards, red belt with a gold buckle and thick brown boots.

The second on the far left was a young white furred Martian mouse. He had two golden studs on his left ear, his face was covered in a metallic mask to hide the scar that damaged the right-side of his face. He wore a light brown vest and a green X-cross bandolier with pockets on his bare chest, black fingerless gloves, blue jeans with silver studs on the sides and had the same red belt and gold buckle as the grey furred mouse, silver shin guards, and brown boots.

The last one in the middle was a tan furred Martian mouse. He was a bit taller than the white furred mouse, but unfortunately, he wasn’t as big or taller as the grey furred one was. His hair was light brown and had a quiff with some locks that dangled slightly in front of his black sunglasses with green lens and had a ponytail, his right arm had a black tattoo with a symbol of a mouse that had handlebars for the antennas and wings on the sides. He had a red neckerchief that was tied to the front of his neck below his chin and had one golden stud and silver hoop with a small dangling spiked ball earring on the left ear. He also wore a black vest with silver trimming, a green cross-belt was on his bare chest that went down from his left shoulder, black fingerless cestuses with three red tubes attached to both hands, black jeans with the same red belt but his buckle was silver, a laser pistol holster that was fastened around his left leg, silver shin guards, and black boots with silver straps.

“Hey bros.” The white furred mouse says. “Watch me blow passed that last racer straight towards the finish!”

The two other mice watched as the white furred mouse passed an alien-like hammerhead shark and crossed the finish line while raising his arms in the air with triumph.

“AAAAOOOOOOW!” He howled. “And still the baddest mammajammer racer on this side of the cosmos!”

He slaps his hand on the tan mouse’s back while he chuckles and nods, “And still the modest one with a big ego the size of his own head.”

“Ain’t this the life,” The grey furred mouse says while chuckling and blowing the smoke from his bionic fingers. “Just chillin’ around listening to some rock and roll.” He twirls his metal nail filer and puts it back inside his coat. “And just thumpin’ around while racing through the cosmos.” He lays back while placing his hands behind his head and places his boots on the handlebars, one for each of them for steering the ship. “This is what I call...the good life.”

“You got that right, big guy.” The tan furred mouse says while chuckling slightly. “Just livin’ it large while trying to stay low, and absolutely having no trouble at all.”

The ship violently shook, making the three Martian Mice fall out of their seats.

“And I just had to say that.” The tan furred mouse says sarcastically to himself.

Outside in the vastness of space, three battlecruisers resembling that of a fish and their colors being purple and silver with their visors red and a single red stripe going downwards, took a shot at the mice’s ship and managed to land a hit as smoke was coming out of it. Inside one of the battlecruisers, three fat fish aliens with teal scales, green stripes under their chins, gills on both sides of their faces and on top of their heads, and wore blue jackets with golden trims, blue gloves, and had golden pads on their shoulders. These fish aliens were called Plutarkians.

“Sir!” One of the Plutarkians said. “We’ve just been informed that the target is a Martian Cruiser called The Cycladrone Thunderpipe, sensors indicate that there are three occupants believed to be escaped war criminals from The Martian Rebel Alliance.”

“Martian Mice, eh?” A Plutarkian said while chuckling slightly. “Well, not for long! Gunner, blow that ship to the seven scattered galaxies! NOW!”

The Plutarkian battlecruisers were shooting at the Martian spaceship. However, they had to pull back before they were pulled in by the backwater planet’s gravity.

Back inside the Martian spaceship, sparks were flying as smoke came out on each of them while the white furred mouse shouts excitedly, “AAAAOOOOOOW! Imminent destruction! What a rush!” He looks at the tan furred mouse and asked, “So, what we gonna do now?”

“That’s easy,” He says to the white furred mouse. “We’re goin’ down! Brace yourselves bros, we're comin’ in hot! Next stop, planet Earth!”

The three Martian Mice grabbed ahold of each of their handlebars, bracing themselves for impact as their ship was catching fire when it entered the Earth's atmosphere.
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It was nighttime in the city of Chicago, or Chi-Town as some people would call it. The moon was hanging high above the city’s towers while not a single star shined in the dark sky.

Several miles north of the city a baseball game at Wrigley Field was taking place. The baseball teams Chicago Cubs were facing off against an opposing baseball team. The Chicago Cubs’ pitcher throws a ball, where the opposing team hits it, making it sail high into the air as one of the teammates raises his glove in the air and catches it. The crowd goes wild as their team manages to out another player.

“And once again, the Cubs take the field!” The commentator says while he was looking through his binoculars to watch the spectacle but was changed to a surprised look when he sees a ball of fire flying across towards them. “Holy toledo! What in the world is that!”

The spectators watched as something was falling right out of the sky. However, the spectators near the scoreboard began to panic when they realized it was going to crash to where they were at. They all began to scream and darted here and there, just as the ball of fire crashed right at the scoreboard, sparks were shot out here and there as smoke was filling the air.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” The commentator says as he kept his binoculars straight to where the crash took place. “I don’t know what it is, but something just crashed right at the scoreboard in Wrigley Field. It’s already pandemonium out there!”

Back inside the Martian spaceship, the three Martian Mice were sprawled here and there, but otherwise still in one piece. They sat up groaning while the white furred mouse shouts with excitement, “AAAAOOOOOOW! Now that’s what I call comin’ in hot!” He stood up while dusting himself as he continued, “It’s too bad that this rocketsled is history, we’re probably never gettin’ off this planet.”

“Yeah, no kiddin’,'' The grey furred mouse says while standing up and rubbing the back of his head with his bionic arm. “I guess this is what you call bein’ shipwrecked.”

“Well, since we’re gonna be stuck here for a while,” The tan furred mouse says as he too stood up. “Might as well get to know this planet.”

The tan furred mouse presses a few buttons as a door begins to open. The three Martian Mice stood in front of the door as it opened all the way, revealing three motorcycles, each having a helmet dangling on the handlebars.

The first one in the middle was a black and silver cruiser, the second one on the left was a red superbike, and the last one on the right was a blue and grey three-wheeled chopper with a metal rack at the back with the tip having the symbol of a mouse while all three of the motorcycles had the same mouse symbol on the front as there headlights.

“Y’know guys, here in this wild and woolly universe,” The tan furred mouse brings out three fingers, “there’s only three things you can count on.” He taps the side of his head using a single finger. “Your brains…” He wraps his arms around the two mice. “Your bros…” He then runs towards his bike as the other mice did the same. “And your bike! Helmet’s on and start your engines!” The tan furred mouse puts on his silver and black helmet while the white furred mouse puts on his red and white helmet and the grey furred mouse puts on his blue and grey helmet on. Each of the mice hit a button on the side of their helmets, and the visors began to close from the sides as each of them had a different color from one another. The tan mouse’s visor was yellow, the white mouse’s visor was blue, and the grey furred mouse’s visor was purple. The mice started their engines as the headlights came to life and the engines began to roar.

“Alright bros, it’s time to rock…” The afterburners on their exhaust pipes blared to life and like a rocket, they shot out of the scoreboard as sparks came out, giving these three Martian Mice a grand entrance as they shouted in unison, “And ride!”

The spectators watched as the three biker mice soared over the other spectators near the scoreboard. When they landed on the ground, they skidded to a complete stop. Everyone thought this little scene was probably just a special entertainment, and those three mysterious bikers wearing mice costumes were just part of some big act. But whatever the reason, these three managed to pull off a grand entrance as the spectators began to cheer.

Meanwhile back at the stands, the commentator along with the owner who wore a green business suite watched with their binoculars as they saw the biker mice. “Ladies and gentlemen,” The commentator says. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it seems to me there appears to be three bikers wearing mice costumes and biker clothes. Well, whoever they are, the people are getting a little excited from this special entertainment.”

“Well, whatever they are,” The owner says as he takes his binoculars away from his eyes. “I didn’t order any special entertainment.” He goes over to the phone as he takes it and says, “Get me security, I want those three trespassers off my stadium! Now!”

Back with the three biker mice, they looked in all directions as they saw the crowd cheering them. The white furred mouse took this as a compliment as he waves his arm in a greetful manner while saying, “Hey, nice reception! Must’a knew we were comin’!” The white furred mouse notices a crowd of people wearing blue coats and hats coming towards them. “What d’ya know, looks like there’s a friendly crowd comin’ to greet us.”

“I don’t think they look too friendly with those guns of there’s.” The grey furred mouse says.

Unfortunately, the grey furred mouse was right, the security guards all took out their guns and began to surround them. They pointed their guns at them while one of the security guards says, “Alright you three, parties over! Get off the bikes and put your hands behind your heads!”

“Whoa there citizens!” The tan furred mouse says while raising both hands. “We didn’t mean any harm.”

“Off the bikes and put your hands behind your heads!” Another security guard says.

The white furred mouse chuckles slightly as he whispered to the tan furred mouse, “These guys seriously don’t know who we are.”

The tan furred mouse nodded agreeingly while he said to the security guards, “Listen, we don’t mean any trouble. In fact, my bros and I were just leaving. Kick it!”

They all did wheelies as their afterburners launched them into the air, sending them into different directions.

The security guards all had shocked looks on their faces as one of them said, “What the…” Then another one said, “Did you see that?” And another one said, “What kind of bikes are those?”

The crowd began to go wild as the three biker mice landed on the stairs as they all went towards the exit. However, for the white furred mouse, he managed to find a little bit of action along the way.

Stopping his bike and hitting the button on the side of his helmet, opening the visors, he sees a man who works at the stadium selling hot dogs had his back against the wall by another man who wore a brown vest with cut-up sleeves, red shirt with three tear marks on the front, blue jeans with a black belt, and white sneakers. His hair was blonde while the left side of his face had a scar, he wore black sunglasses, his left wrist had a metal wristband while his right had a spiked metal wristband and black fingerless gloves. He was pointing his gun at him while the white furred mouse said as he watched, “Well now, what’ve we got goin’ on here?”

“Give me your cash, man! Now!” He says threateningly to the stadium worker.

“Okay, okay!” The stadium worker says frighteningly. “Just-just don’t hurt me, please!”

“Then give me your money and maybe I won’t-” He was cut off as he and the stadium worker heard the sound of a motorbike engine running. “Huh?”

He turns around and looks, only to get a closeline to the face as he says “Oomph!” while his sunglasses came off his face, his gun tossed into the air, and landed hard on his back. The white furred mouse catches the gun while twirling it on his finger and skidding to a halt while facing them and says, “Hey, sweetheart. You weren’t planning on using this thing to hurt someone now would you?”

The man gets up and glares while taking a switchblade out of his pocket and says, “Yeah, what’s it to you, bub?”

“Well, that’s just too bad, might as well get rid of this before somebody gets hurt.” The white furred mouse tosses the gun into the air, two twin blasters from the side of the white mouse’s red superbike come to life as it points upwards and fires a blue laser, destroying the gun as the two individuals turn their heads away while closing their eyes from the bright flash. When they both looked, the man’s gun was completely vaporized, all that was left of it was just bits and pieces of metal on the ground.

They both looked surprised while the man who was holding his switchblade was shaking and wondering who this guy was and what kind of bike that was.

“Now, I’m gonna ask you again,” The white furred mouse says as he points to the man’s switchblade that he was currently holding. “You ain’t gonna use that little thing to hurt someone now…” He smirks at him. “Would you, bub?”

Fearing for his own life made him drop his switchblade and make a mad dash away from this strange biker in some mouse costume.

Seeing him run away made the white furred mouse chuckle and say, “I didn’t think so.”

“Thanks mister!” The stadium worker says.

“Hey, don’t mention it!” The white furred mouse says.

“Here,” The stadium worker takes a hot dog out of his tray and gives it to the biker who saved his life. “Have a dog, it’s on me.”

The white furred mouse takes the dog and says, “Thanks! You know, I’ve heard of these.” He sniffs at it slightly then takes a bite, and immediately hums with enjoyment as he swallows it. “This is really good! By the way, do you have any Grey Poupon?”

The stadium worker cocks an eyebrow, having no idea what that was as he says, “Grey what-now?”

The white furred mouse could tell that he didn’t understand, so he tried a different approach. “Yellow sauce, do you have any of those?”

“Uh, well, ummm…” The stadium worker looks at his tray to find any “yellow sauce” that biker meant, but the only thing he had was two bottles of ketchup and mustard. Taking the bottle of mustard he says, “I got mustard, is that okay with you?”

The white furred mouse didn’t know what this “mustard” was, but it wouldn’t hurt to try it. “Sure, hit me with it.”

The stadium worker shrugs his shoulders and puts some mustard on the dog. He watches as the biker sniffs it again, then takes a bite, and again he hums with enjoyment. He then sees him scarf down the entire dog and thinks that this guy must have a big appetite.

The white furred mouse sucks on some of his fingers, then licks his mouth and sighs with content as he says, “Now that's what I call fine cuisine.” Right before he was about to start-up his bike, he stopped himself while saying, “Oh yeah, two more please and put some of that mustard sauce on for my bros!”

The stadium worker didn’t know this biker had some friends, but he might as well do it for him. He did say that it was on him. “Sure, comin’ right up, mister!”

The stadium worker brings out two more hot dogs while putting mustard on each of them. He hands it to the biker as he takes it and says while waving, “Thanks! Ride free, citizen!”

He starts up his bike and takes off while the stadium worker waves, then scratches the side of his head as he says, “Who was that strange guy?”

Back with the two Martian Mice, they were waiting on top of the stadium for their white furred friend to come back. When he finally came back, the tan furred mouse said, “Look who decided to drop in.”

“Where’ve you been?” The grey furred mouse asked.

“Minglin’ with some locals,” The white furred mouse answered. “Speakin’ of which, think fast!” He tosses the two hot dogs to the two mice as they catch it. “They have these things called dogs and that yellow sauce they have is called mustard. Go ahead, take a bite, you’ll like it.”

The two mice press a button on the side of their helmets, opening their visors as they sniff at their hot dogs and each of them take a bite. They both hummed in delight as the tan furred mouse said first, “Not bad, this is really good.” Then the grey furred mouse said next, “Oh momma! Now this is what I call fine cooking!” They managed to finish off their dogs as they either licked their fingers or mouths.

As the three bikers watched the city from a distance, the white furred mouse asks, “Mind tellin’ me where we are on this side of the planet?”
“No idea,” The tan furred mouse says. “Might as well start exploring and ask the locals where we are.”

“Yeah, but one problem,” The grey furred mouse says. “How do we get down from here?”

“Same as always,” The tan furred mouse says while revving up the engine. “The hard way! Let’s roll!”

They took off as they sailed downwards off the stadium. When they came down hard, both the tan and white furred mouse went “oof” while the grey furred went “Ouch!” He massages his rear as they kept on going while he says, “This ground is a little tough.”
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After a short time of riding through the streets for miles, the tan furred mouse began to hear something from within his own bike. He brings out a hand and says, “Hold’em up!”

They all stop while they press a button on the side of their helmets, opening their visors as the grey furred mouse says, “What’s wrong?”

“Listen,” The tan furred mouse revved his engine, only to give a bumbling sound. “Sounds like a bad case of a busted gyro.”

“Hey, no sweat,” The white furred mouse says. “Just find me a repair pit and I’ll have that baby fixed and purring pronto.”

“I don’t know,” The grey furred mouse nodded. “We’ve been at these streets for miles and I haven’t seen a repair pit yet.”

“Well, keep looking,” The tan furred mouse says. “I’m sure there’s one around here somewhere.” The tan furred mouse sighs as he looks in all directions. For almost a short time, all three of the biker mice saw nothing more than empty streets, crumbling buildings here and there, and deep ditches that were placed here and there. It was almost like they stepped into a wasteland. “Y’know, there’s something strangely familiar about this place.”

“I know what you mean,” The grey furred mouse says to the tan furred mouse, knowing exactly what he was thinking about. “Buildings being ripped down, streets churned up-”

“And the whole place being deserted,” The tan furred mouse finished while he sighs again and nods. “It’s not exactly a happy memory at all.”

Indeed, it was true, this was something that was far too familiar, something that was engraved in the backs of their minds.

While the two mice finished talking, the white furred mouse saw something as he had a smile on his muzzle and said, “Well, look at the bright side.”

“What bright side?” The tan furred mouse says while having an odd look.

“That bright side!” The white furred mouse points.

They look to where he was pointing as they see a garage, left standing and untouched from all that was destroyed. On top of the building, there was a sign that had an oval and two wrenches crossed in an X-shape, inside that oval it was written “Last Chance Garage” with glowing blue lights to light up the night for anyone that needed something repaired, below the sign for decoration it had angel wings.

“Well, isn’t this our lucky night,” The tan furred mouse says. “Let’s check it out, and hopefully there might be a wrench jockey in that joint.”

They started moving again, but when they got close to the garage, they shut off the engines, took off their helmets while hanging them on their handlebars, and pushed their motorcycles. However, their ears began to hear the sound of someone yelling inside and it sounded like a girl.

Inside the garage, a young woman was holding onto a phone close to her ear. Her hair was auburn red, she wore a blue jacket that had the name “Last Chance Garage” written in dark blue at the back, white tank top shirt which almost exposes her bare belly, grey jeans with a leather belt and silver buckle, and brown boots. Her green eyes were glaring as her face turned into a scowl as she yelled, “I don’t care how much money he offers me! Whether he doubles, triples, or quadruples it, the answer is still no!”

Unbeknownst to the red-headed female, the three biker mice were near the entrance. The white furred mouse looks at the lady down and up from where her back was turned. Seeing her slim body, he hums with amusement while muttering, “Hello, sweet lady.”

He goes to her while she continued by saying, “I don’t care how generous he is! He’s not getting-”

She was interrupted as someone was tapping on her shoulder and saying to her from behind, “Hey, sweetheart. You think you could-”

She places her phone on her chest and says without turning around, “If you have a vehicle, leave it there.” She points to where the three biker mice have parked their bikes along with the white furred one as well. “I’ll take care of it in a minute.” She walks away from someone who tapped her, then places the phone back on her ear and says, “No, no, no! I wasn’t talking to you, I was talking to some last minute customer!”

The two mice stood right next to the white furred mouse while he crossed his arms and said while nodding, “What’s gotten her gears grinding up?”

“Don’t know,” The tan furred mouse says while smiling and whispering to the white furred mouse’s ear, “Maybe it was something that you said.”

“Puh-lease,” The white furred mouse raised his head high while placing a finger under his chin. “With this much charm, I’m irresistible.”

The tan and grey furred mouse nodded while chuckling. They both had doubts about that.

“Damn it! I don’t care if he owns New York for all I care!” The red-headed female yelled. The three biker mice turned their attention back to her. “He’s not getting a shred of land from this place, and I’m sure as hell that’s he not getting my garage! This place is-” She was cut off for the moment, then she takes the phone away from her ear and grunts while shouting to whoever it was on the phone, “LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!” The three biker mice winced from her shout as she hit the button, shutting off the phone then slamming it near a workbench. She grunts while covering her face with both hands and puts her back against the workbench while muttering, “Damn it, this is the third time this week.”

The grey furred mouse went to her and asked, “Did we catch you having a bad day, ma’am?”

She sighed while nodding, “You have no idea,” She rubs her face while continuing, “Who else is here and what needs fixin’?”

“Just me and my bros,” The tan furred mouse answered. “And my bike needs a new gyro.”

“Well, looks like you're in luck,” The red-headed female says while going past them after getting her hand away from her eyes, she was completely oblivious to who it was behind her. She goes to another workbench while saying, “I was about to close-up my garage pretty soon.” She grabs a toolbox and rag as she hangs it on her shoulder while continuing, “Any more seconds and I would’ve…” She stops herself as she sees the three motorcycles, she whistles while going over to them and saying, “Well, well, what do we have here?” She goes over to the three motorcycles and bends down while looking at them closely. “Nice bikes you guys.”

Taking that as a compliment from her, the white furred mouse says proudly, “Thanks sweetheart, I’ve been taking very good care with my ride.”

“I bet,” She said sarcastically while rolling her eyes.

As she was looking at the three motorcycles, she couldn’t deny that they were incredible. However, there was something strange about these three. She has seen some motorcycles come and go from her garage, but these three looked almost similar to that of the normal ones. She couldn’t explain why, but her eyes noticed the mice symbols on all three of them which gave away the reason why they looked so strange.

“What weird symbols,” She muttered while feeling the headlight of the mice symbol of the black motorcycle with her fingers. She wondered what kind of bikes are these, but decided to ask about that later so she asked, “So, which of these three needs some fixin’?”

“The black one where you're standing at,” The tan furred mouse answered.

She sets down her toolbox while standing back up and saying, “Well, like I said, you guys are lucky I haven’t-” She gasped when she turned around and noticed the three biker mice.

All four of them were quiet for only a second until the grey furred mouse broke the silence by saying, “What?”

The red-headed female smirked, then chuckled slightly while shaking a finger and saying, “Alright, very cute you guys, take it off.”

“Excuse me?” The tan furred mouse says confusingly while cocking an eyebrow.

The white furred mouse chuckles slightly then says, “Hey sweetheart if you want some lovin’ and if you want to see some of this handsome exterior.” He motions his body with his hands to simplify what he said. “I’d be happy to oblige.”

The red-headed female sighs while rolling her eyes. She tosses her rag next to her toolbox then goes towards the white furred mouse while saying, “That’s not what I mean you lunkhead!”

She grabs his ears and starts pulling on them, believing it to be a mask as the white furred mouse grunted while saying, “Hey, what’re you-”

“When you're outside you can wear your costumes for all I care,” She interrupted while continuing, “But if your inside my garage, your masks have to come off!” She started pulling harder, but was having a hard time getting it off while she was grunting and saying, “Just as soon as I get this thing off!”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow!” The white furred mouse cried in pain while the two mice snorted from seeing there bro getting his ears pulled by the red-headed female.

“Damn it!” The red-headed female said through clenched teeth as she uses her other hand to grab hold of the white furred mouse’s metallic mask and continues to pull. “How is it that hard to get a mask off?!”

“Ow, ow, ow, ow, quit it! That hurts!” He pushes her hips, just as she managed to pull off the metallic mask as he yelped “Wow!” as he was pushed towards the workbench while the red-headed female yelped slightly as she was pushed towards the red superbike and flips over while landing hard.

“Ooo!” The grey furred mouse winced while hissing.

He goes over to the red-headed female while the tan furred mouse laughs at the white furred mouse’s misfortune and says while going over to him and clapping his hands, “She sure gave you some lovin’!”

“Man, shut up!” The white furred mouse punches the tan furred mouse’s arm while massaging his sore ear.

While the tan furred mouse continued to laugh, the grey furred mouse looked over to where the red-headed female fell over and asked, “You alright there, ma’am?”

She groaned while sitting up, then grabbed ahold of the superbike seat while holding onto the metallic mask she took off from that white furred individual and shook her head while moving the hair away from her eyes. As she stood up, she couldn’t believe what happened just now or what she was holding in her hand. Looking at it, she realized that this wasn’t the mask that she was hoping for and the ears that she pulled...was in fact real.

“Oh my God,” she muttered.

“You okay?” The grey furred mouse asked as she looked at him. “You look a little pale.”

The red-headed female started shaking while she said flabbergasted, “Your...this can’t…” She looks back at the metallic mask and back at the grey furred mouse. “This isn’t…”

“Hey sweetheart!” The white furred mouse says.

She looked at the two mice, but gasped as she saw the glaring face of the white furred mouse. However, half of his face had a scar that went around his eye and all the way to the side of his cheek, exposing his pink skin.

“What’s the big idea pullin’ on my flappers, huh?”

She didn’t give him an answer, only a shocked look. Her hands that were still holding onto the metallic mask began to shake.

“What’s the matter, why are you giving me that look?” The white furred mouse noticed that she was holding onto his metallic mask that she took off of him. Putting two and two together, he says, “Oh, you're worried about this.” He points to the scar on the right-side of his face. “Well, if it’s bothering you, then give me my mask back and I’ll cover it up for you.”

She took a few shaky breaths while still trembling. Before her very eyes were three furry individuals, they weren’t normal...and they weren’t human.

“C’mon sweetheart, let’s have it.” The white furred mouse brought out his hand to signify that he wanted his mask back. “I won’t bite, really.”

She didn’t know whether to believe what he said or not, but her mind told her what to do next…

She tosses the mask at the white furred mouse’s face, making him cry “Ow!” while covering his face as she makes a run to one of her nearby workbenches.

Seeing that she was starting to panic, most likely due to their unusual appearance that may seem strange to her, the tan furred mouse quickly goes to her, trying to calm her down while saying, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! Take it easy, ma’am! We're not here to-Whoa!”

He dodges a tire iron, nearly close to his face as the red-headed female already managed to quickly pull out that tool from out of her workbench. She swings it again, keeping the tan furred mouse and the grey furred mouse back. “Stay back! Don’t you dare come any closer!”

“Whoa, calm down, ma’am,” the grey furred mouse held his hands to show that they were harmless. “Were not here to cause any trouble.”

He took a first step towards her, but had to move back as she swung the tire iron again. She shakily points the tire iron at the two mice while saying, “I mean it, you stay back, you...you rats!”

The grey furred mouse’s one good eye glared at her, his bionic right hand along with his good left hand formed into tight fists as he growled at her.

Seeing that his friend was starting to get angry and knowing how sensitive he is because he hated that one word that sets him off. He places his hand on his shoulder while the tan furred mouse says to him, “Easy there big guy, I’m sure she didn’t mean-”

He was cut off as the grey furred mouse grabs the tan furred mouse’s face, then shoves him hard on the workbench. His one good eye glowed a demonic red as he went to her while she quickly backed away from him and shouted, “LISTEN HERE, MY MOMMA DIDN’T RAISE NO STINKIN’ RAT, UNDERSTAND!”

As her back touched the workbench and when the grey furred mouse got close, she swung her tire iron at him, but he grabbed it with his bionic arm and yanked it off her grasp. He bends it straight, then he begins bending it until it becomes a pretzel, dropping it on the floor with a clank as his eye continues to glow red while growling at her.

She gasps as she quickly goes around him, then she turns her attention at the white furred mouse, who had already put his mask back on after retrieving it off the floor while going to the grey furred mouse and saying to him, “Hey, take it easy, your scarin’ the poor lady.” He looks at the red-headed female and says to her calmly, “It’s alright, just take a deep breath.”

She took a deep breath and sighed while her eyes rolled towards her head as she fainted.

The grey furred mouse blinks his eye as the red glow fades as he says, “Oh momma.” The two mice go to the unconscious redhead while they bend down and the white furred mouse places her head on his leg. “I hope I didn’t scare her to death.”

“Well,” The tan furred mouse says as he goes to the two mice while already straightening out his sunglasses, after they came off when the grey furred mouse pushed him, “you already did a good job at scarin’ her.”

After he bends down, the grey furred mouse sighs with guilt while rubbing the back of his head with his left hand saying, “Sorry, I...I just…”

The tan furred mouse places a comforting hand on his shoulder while saying, “Hey, it’s alright, we know how sensitive you are when someone says the ‘r’ word.”

The grey furred mouse nodded in agreement, he just couldn’t stand anyone saying the word “rat” to either him or his bros. There was a difference between a mouse and a rat.

“Hey bros, she’s comin’ too.” The white furred mouse says.

They looked at the red-headed female as she started to groan, the white furred mouse helped her sit up while she placed a hand towards her eyes and the grey furred mouse said to her, “You okay, ma’am?”

“Ugh, I think so, but I just had the weirdest dream. I was being visited by a bunch of-” She cut herself off after moving her hand away and opening her eyes, then she gasped as she saw the same mice while her eyes widened as she looked at the two of them.

She then looks at the smiling face of the white furred mouse as he nonchalantly says, “Hi.”

She screams loudly, making the three mice cover their sensitive ears from her shrill scream. She quickly gets up and runs from them, just as they managed to recover from her loud scream. The redhead picks up another toolbox from her workbench while she hears the tan furred mouse say, “Hey, just calm down!”

“No, stay back!” The redhead tosses her toolbox at the tan furred mouse, but he dodges it as the grey furred mouse catches it but loses his balance and falls on his rear.

Seeing her tool chest and on top of it holding her wrench, she quickly grabs it while pushing her tool chest towards the tan furred mouse, but he stops it with his hands as he moves it away from him. She points her wrench at him while shaking as he was going towards her. “Get away! Don’t you come any-” She was cut off as she felt something wrap around her waist. What she didn’t notice was that the white furred mouse went around her, then he used his tail to wrap it around her waist and yanked her. She yelped as she was pulled towards a wall while the white furred mouse held his hand on top of hers which held the wrench. “Oh my God! Hel-” She was cut off again as the white furred mouse covers her mouth with his hand, keeping her quiet.

“Will you calm down?!” The white furred says. “Listen, my bros and I are not here to hurt you or cause any trouble. We just need you to fix my bros bike and will be out of your hair. Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth and you're not going to scream or act crazy. Can you do that?”

She wasn’t sure whether to believe him or not, but her head already nodded.

The white furred mouse smiles at her answer, then removes his hand away from her mouth while taking the wrench off her hands. He backs away from her and says, “See, that wasn’t so hard.” He places the wrench back on top of the tool chest. “Now was it?”

Her eyes once again look at the three mice, then she covers her face while nodding and saying, “I’m not seeing this! I’m not seeing this!”

The white furred mouse goes to her and moves her hands away from her face. Her eyes stared at his smiling face as he said to her, “Eyes don’t lie, sweetheart.” She gasps again and quickly moves away from him and the other two mice. “Hey, hey, no screaming or acting crazy, you promised.” The white furred mouse says in a singsong voice.

She took several deep breaths, her eyes not leaving the three mice that stood before her. She was quiet for a few seconds, until she said, “I don’t believe this. I’m being visited by a bunch of giant six-foot tall talking, uh…” She was going to say “rat” but refrained herself from saying that again, after reminding herself what that grey furred mouse could do and seeing that red glow from his only eye. So instead she says, “Furry gerbils.”

“Mice ma’am,” the grey furred mouse assured her. “Were mice, not rats, mice.”

Her jaw dropped at that. “Mice.”

“Mice,” the grey furred mouse repeated.

“Mice,” the redhead repeated as well.

“Mice.”

“Mice!” She exclaimed while raising her arms.

“Is there an echo in here?” The white furred mouse says while cleaning the inside of his ear with his pinky.

“Where on Earth did you guys come from?”

“Not Earth, definitely not from here,” the tan furred mouse said while he sat down on a workbench. “Were from Mars.”

She was shocked beyond belief as she said, “Mars.”

“Mars,” the tan furred mouse repeated.

“Mars,” the redhead repeated as well.

“Mars.”

“Mars!” She exclaimed while putting her hands on the sides of her face.

“She’s doin’ it again,” the grey furred mouse muttered to the white furred mouse.

“Can ya blame her with me around,” the white furred mouse says. “Tongue-tied with awe after I calmed the lady down with my charms.”

“Mice...mice with…” The redhead goes to the white furred mouse and rubs her hand on his antennas, making them rattle while saying, “With antennas!” Then she began to simplify on each thing she saw from these mice. “Biker clothes and motorcycles!”

“Hey, sweetheart,” the white furred mouse says while flexing his left arm muscle. “You forgot to mention studly bods.”

“I’ve seen better.”

“Maybe,” The white furred mouse raised his head high while placing a finger under his chin. “But not with this much charm.”

“Well, I don’t believe this,” The red-headed female nods her head.

“What did you expect we were?” The grey furred mouse asked while shrugging his shoulders.

“I don’t know, uh…” She scratches the side of her head, trying to figure out an answer. However, when the tan furred mouse mentioned Mars, there was only one answer she could come up with. “Little green men, perhaps?”

The three mice looked at one another from her odd answer...then they burst into laughter.

The redhead places her hands on her hips and says, “What’s so funny?”

“Seriously,” the white furred mouse says while chuckling. “That’s the best these people come up with about us? I wonder what else they come up with?”

As their laughter died down, the redhead points her finger at them while saying, “Alright, who the hell are you three and why are you even here?”

“Well, to answer your first question,” the tan furred mouse says while getting off the workbench and going to her. “I’m Throttle,” the tan furred mouse named Throttle points a thumb behind the two other mice. “The big guy is Modo and that’s-”

“Please, Throttle,” the white furred mouse interrupted as he went to the red-headed female. “Let me be the one to introduce the lady.” He places his fists on his sides, giving him a dramatic appearance. “The name’s Vincent, but you can call me Vincent The Cool One or Vinnie Van Wham. Either way sound’s cool to me.”

The red-headed female wondered why Vincent would want to be called either of those? It sounded to her like he wanted some attention or something. Either way, he looked like the odd one out so she says, “How about I just call you Vin or Vinnie, those sound fine to me.”

Vincent sighed with disappointment, crosses his arms, and turns his head away from her while muttering, “Man, such a buzzkill.”

Throttle pulls on Vincent’s vest and puts him back right next to Modo, then he turns his attention back to her and says, “Pay no attention to him, Miss, uh…”

“Davidson,” she answered Throttle. “Charlene Davidson, but everyone around Chi-Town calls me Charley.”

“Chi-Town?” Modo says with an odd look.

“Chicago actually,” Charley assured Modo. “Which is where you guys are, but most people around here call this place Chi-Town for short.” All three of the Martian Mice gave Charley an odd look. “I’ll explain the details later, but right now, neither of you have answered my question as to why you three are here.”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story,” Throttle sighed. “You see, our planet was invaded by a race of smelly stink-faces called Plutarkians.”

“Plu...tar...kians?” Charley said slowly through each word, then scratched the side of her head again, clearly having no idea what that was. “What are those?”

“Well, you see, there, uh…”

Charley gives Throttle an odd look while crossing her arms.

Throttle sighs, knowing that this was going to be hard to explain this to her, so he says, “Y’know what, maybe it’s best if I show.”

He places his hands on her shoulders. “Hey, what’re you-”

“Relax Charley, this won’t hurt at all. Just as long as you don’t fight me.”

“What’s that supposed to-” She was cut off with a gasp as Throttle’s antennas touched Charley’s forehead. Her arms dropped and her body began to relax as she sighed and closed her eyes.
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A vision begins to ripple and change as Charley sees a jungle surrounding her vision. However, this jungle was different than the ones on Earth. The flowers that she was seeing were nothing like the ones she knew. The trees looked the same, but there were giant leaves surrounding each branch and each of them were not colored green but were either blue or purple, even the ground looked the same with it’s green grass.

“W-What is this?” Charley says.

“This is what you see before you used to be Mars.”

Charley was surprised at this. “This was...Mars? But it looks so...so…”

“I know,” Throttle assured her, knowing that she was in awe of seeing this. “Beautiful isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” Charley couldn’t deny it, this world was wonderful. However, something caught her mind. “Wait a second! What’s happening and what’re you doing to me?”

Throttle chuckles and answered her, “What I’m doing to you, is called Mind-Probing. It’s a trait that we Martian Mice could do, and what you see now is my collected memories being shared to you.”

“Wow, that’s strange, but at the same time...interesting.” Charley had some questions that she wanted to know, so she started off with this. “But why is Mars like this and not like how it is today?”

“Well, Mars wasn’t always a barren wasteland, it used to be this throughout the generations...But that’s when they came.”

“They?”

Her vision rippled and changed once again as she was seeing battlecruisers in the shape of fish and battle carriers coming to the planet. Then it changed again as she was seeing fish-like aliens.

“Ugh!” She cringed in disgust by their appearance. “What are those things?”

“Those things that you see are called Plutarkians.”

“Whoa, there-”

“Yeah, I know. Ugly, aren’t they?”

Ugly was one way to put it, but to Charley, they were disgusting. “But where did they come from?” She asked about the Plutarkians.

“Well, we’ve already managed to probe one of the minds of the Plutarkians, but here’s what we know so far about them.” Her vision rippled and changed again as she was seeing a yellow and sickly green planet while Throttle began explaining to her, “The Plutarkians come from a planet known as Plutark, seems that they wasted all their natural resources which left the planet a rotting place they call home. So they go around strip-mining the cosmos of it’s natural resources.”

“So, the moment when they arrived, they just blew up your planet into what it is today?”

“Nah, they bought-up our planet.”

“Bought-up?” Charley said with confusion. “So who sold it?”

“Our own government.”

Charley was shocked, an entire Martian Mice population actually having a government. “But why would they do that?”

“We don’t know, probably because they got greedy or something.”

Her vision rippled and changed again as she was seeing Martian Mice everywhere firing laser rifles and laser pistols at the Plutarkians. However, besides the Plutarkians, she also noticed alien rats, rabbits, and cats fighting the Martian Mice, but oddly enough she was seeing their own kind fighting against one of their own “The mice population formed a resistance group called The Martian Rebel Alliance. We put up a serious fight, but greed for Plutarkian money divided our people. But that wasn’t the worst of it, the Plutarkians also had allies that we were completely unaware of.”

Her vision started to ripple and change, just as she saw what appeared to be a tank, similar to that of Earth, was firing lasers and was destroyed by a rocket, creating an explosion. Then her vision was replaced with dead Martian Mice, Plutarkians, and other alien species that sided with them. “In the end, most of half of our race was completely wiped out. Those that survived were either scattered across our planet making bases to fortify the fight against the Plutarkians while others were driven underground to safety, hoping that the next generation will live on to either live their lives to the fullest or continue to fight against the invaders.”

Her vision rippled, but instead of changing, light engulfed her vision as it began to blacken.
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When Charley opened her eyes, she was beyond shocked. A planet that she knew all her life actually had life. Not to mention, there were other planets like Plutark for example and there were also other alien lifeforms. This was beyond anything that she could ever imagine and after seeing Throttle’s collected memories, there were so many questions that she wanted to know. Her brain was trying to rack which question to pick first, but after thinking carefully, she looked at Throttle and said, “Are you three-”

“Yeah, Charley,” Throttle says, knowing that she was going to ask if they were a part of the resistance or not. “Were a part of The Martian Rebel Alliance, and since then, we’ve been fighting the Plutarkians for years. We’ve even had to make some sacrifices for the sake of our cause.” He pointed his thumb at the two mice behind him. “Like those two, Modo gave both an eye and an arm to the cause. That’s why he has an eyepatch and a bionic arm to replace the one he lost. As for Vinnie, he had half of his face taken off, which you're already aware of the scar that he has. That’s also why he wears the mask.”

“Yeah,” Vincent says. “But with or without the mask, I’m still the cute one and definitely grade A mouse material.”

“In your dreams, pal.” Charley says while looking back at Throttle and asking, “What about you Throttle, what did you lose?”

“Me,” Throttle takes off his sunglasses, revealing white colored eyes that were blind. “Lost my eyesight, they were replaced with non-functioning bionic ones. So now all I see is nothing more than white.”

“But if you're blind, how come you were able to see me?”

“Simple,” Throttle puts his sunglasses back on while pointing at it and explaining, “These specially made specs allow me to see better.”

“Oh, I see,” Charley nods in understanding. “So it’s like your personal glasses, without them your completely blind. Am I right?”

“Yep, that’s basically it.”

Now that she got her question answered, she started off with another question. “Alright, here’s another thing. How come nobody knew about your existence? I mean, we sent probes and astronauts on the planet and they said there was no life. Care to explain that?”

“Well that’s easy, sweetheart,” Vincent says as he explained to Charley. “If any of those probes came to our planet, all we gotta do is let our wrench jockey’s make computer generated images and send it off to a neutral location so it can do whatever it wants. But all they ever do is collect rocks and dirt to ship back to your planet.”

“Yeah,” Modo nodded in agreement, then he too began to explain. “As for your astronauts, we usually just keep our distance, the least anyone knows about us the better. However, if anyone saw us, we had to probe their heads. Which is why we knew a little bit about your planet from them.”

“What happened to them after they were probed?” Charley had an odd look, hoping that these Martian Mice didn’t do anything horrible to them.

“Easy,” Throttle taps the side of his head. “We had to either change or erase a memory about us.”

Charley’s jaw dropped at that answer from Throttle. “Wait, you can actually do that?”

“Yeah, besides sharing our collected memories, we also have the ability to change or erase one’s memories.” Throttle sighs, then nods. “But it can be very dangerous.”

“What do you mean by that?”

Throttle looked at her and answered, “If we change or erase one too many memories. We have a human going insane or if the worst case scenario a drooling vegetable-state of a human. It could take months, maybe even longer to fix the brain since we learned that the human brain is very fragile. Which is why we only allow the most gifted probers to change or erase a memory from a human.”

That would explain everything, it was no wonder she never knew about the Martian Mice. Hell, nobody around planet Earth knew about the existence of alien life. There were so many questions that she wanted to know about, but decided not to waste the night away with her rambling of questions. But, there were other things that she needed to know.

“Alright, here’s what I know so far.” She points at the three mice. “You three are part of a resistance group that fights these stink-fish called Plutarkians. Right?”

“Yep,” Vincent says. “That’s basically what we do best, sweetheart.”

“Alright,” Charley places her hands on her hips. “So how come you're not back on your home planet continuing the fight?”

“Well, we were fighting against the Plutarkians, but we got caught and sent to prison.”

“But how did that happen?”

“Somebody sold us out,” Modo answered while his eye glared. “That’s why.”

“But who?”

“We don’t know,” Throttle answered while nodding. “But we did manage to escape, find ourselves a ship, and hauled our tails off-planet. Since then, we’ve been on the run.”

“What happened after that?”

“The Plutarkians managed to catch-up with us and blew our ship. Which is how we crash landed here.”

“Okay, here’s what I also know so far about these Plutarkians.” She began pacing while emphasizing on what she knew about them. “They come from a planet known as Plutark, and they go around other worlds strip-mining the whole place of its natural resources. Right?”

“That’s right,” Modo says. “Buy’em up, tear’em up, and ship it straight to their planet. That’s basically there M.O.”

“Yeah,” Throttle nodded in agreement. “They’ll steal what they can’t buy, and conquer what they can’t steal. That’s what they do best.”

Charley thought about what they told her, and something about this seemed...familiar. So she looks at the three mice and says, “Y’know, from what I learned about what these Plutarkians did to your planet. I think you might wanna check this out.”

She goes over and presses a button on the wall, opening the garage door as the three mice go to the entrance and look outside. Unfortunately, they couldn’t see anything as Modo says, “I don’t see anything.”

“Just hold on and let me turn on the big lights.”

She goes over to another part of the wall and flips four light switches, turning on the big LED lights from above the garage as they looked at the sight before them…

All three of the mice gasped as they saw the full wasteland of the city. Not a single tall building in sight, and everything was laid in ruins.

“Mother of Mars,” Vincent muttered.

“Oh momma,” Modo muttered as well.

“What you see now, is all that's left of half of Chi-Town,” Charley steps outside while continuing, “And what you described what the Plutarkians can do makes things real clear to me.” She turns to face the three mice and says to them as they give her shocked looks at what she said, “Those Plutarkians...they’re here on Earth.”