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Just a small visit to Earth… Just to take some rest…
Rimfire and Carbine agreed on one thing: Stoker was aging. His older body couldn’t keep up with the rest of the young ones, he wasn’t as young as he wanted to be. And it was a good excuse to see their families again.
Stoker on the other hand disagreed with them and wiped the arguments away as flies on a Sand Raider carcass. What Old? Not Old! But he was talked into a small visit to Earth, where he would see the beloved Lady Charley again. That little sparkling Lady of Chi-Town, as she was named on Mars, had really taken his heart.
And that small visit to Earth, that time to take some rest… was about to take a turn for the worst, as other ears heard of this visit to Earth…
---Chapter 1---
‘Careful coach!’ The perfect laser blast destroyed the grenade midway; Rimfire at his best while Stoker gave directions, ‘better hide!’ Surrounded by fifty goons of Limburger, the two Mice tried to hide, jumping of the quay onto the pontoon twenty feet below, which shook at impact. The load tied onto it moved along with the two mice landing on it.
‘Water… we’re surrounded by water!’ Stoker whispered stunned; Mars never had much water but to be surrounded by so much water was almost insane.
Rimfire nodded, ‘And surrounded by them too!’ Hiding behind the load Rimfire returned fire
One of the goons zeroed in for the kill, and faced an angry Rimfire, who immediately killed him without hesitation. The sight and sound of the dead goon hitting the water was quite satisfying and Rimfire would have listened to it if there weren’t any other goons charging upon them.
Stoker sounded sad as he hid behind the cargo, ‘I’m sorry kiddo… can’t even help you.’
‘Don’t mind,’ Rimfire said while returning fire, ‘You taught me well enough, like the Bros’ did!’ Grunting he waited for a quiet moment before he emerged from behind the heavy load and returned fire. Each of his blasts were a perfect hit, but it didn’t stop the goons from charging upon them, like a wave crashed upon the sand. For Rimfire one thing was sure when he went hiding behind the load again: for the coach to make it out alive.
‘I’m too old for this!’ Stoker yelled out loud as a grenade exploded in the water, sending the pontoon to move along with the created waves, ‘And Rimfire too young!’
Smiling Rimfire threw a grenade to the quay and awaited the beautiful sound of explosion and screams of death of the enemy.
Damn… he really was getting to old for this crap. Way to old. At this rate, he wouldn’t live out his life like a normal human being would do on Earth, but die like a soldier before his time. Dodging an incoming grenade he now relied on Rimfire for counter fire.
‘Where Throttle, Modo and Vinnie?’ Stoker demanded, and tried the radio built in his helmet, ‘where are they?’ Hope Charley’s safe… ‘Stoker calling biker mice, Stoker calling biker mice, come in bros’!’ his several attempts to radio the bros gave no result, as if an electromagnetic field blocked everything.
Little did they know that indeed an electromagnetic field blocked all radio contact, and that the same electromagnetic field destroyed the AI processors of the Martian battle bikes. Unable to do anything, unable to sent word to the two prisoners of battle, unable to safe their tales, Throttle, Modo and Vinnie just had to sit this one out and await the outcome of the battle. It didn’t mean that the three could use their own force to take out the goons, one by one.
‘Not here…’ Rimfire reloaded his guns and – by now only mortar grenades and smaller grenades were fired at them, the pontoon shook heavily and made them both sea sick. This wasn’t fun anymore, the usual battles they had when at Earth. Seeing Rimfire’s troubled face he cooked up a small lie. Throttle, Modo and Vinnie were on the other side of this small battlefield – a pontoon near the marina of Chicago – at least Stoker hoped so.
The many grenades exploding the water didn’t made it easier: Rimfire was very seasick by now and turned grey green underneath his fur. Besides that, the pontoon was now moving along with the waves and both couldn’t hold steady long enough to return fire properly.
‘You okay punk?’ Loose words, since Rimfire couldn’t return a decent laserblast anymore.
The sour scent indicated that Rimfire had given up holding the hot dogs and root beers in his stomach. But the poor guy didn’t look any better now. In fact, he even looked worse. Or maybe it was that wssssss-ing sound? When Stoker looked up he noticed a torpedo in the water, approaching the pontoon at tremendous speed.
‘Torpedo!’ Not hesitating one second he pushed Rimfire off of the pontoon and followed suit into the water. Under the surface he heard, saw, and above all – felt – the pontoon explode as the torpedo impacted. The dark night and water was suddenly bright yellow and orange lit with flames. Debris shot though the water like bullets injuring both mice, blood and water mixed quick.
As he swam over to Rimfire – who couldn’t swim at all, he felt something hit his back and pushed him down to the bottom of Lake Michigan, away from Rimfire. He closed his visor as he sunk and the water was replaced by air, ‘thank havens that these helmets work here on Earth as well…’
‘Indeed…’ sounded the weak reply from Rimfire who did the same, ‘ow… I feel sick…’
‘Just drift to the surface boy… it looks to me like the battle is over, just let yourself go.’ Stoker replied and struggled to free himself. His bionic tail was stuck in something and he just couldn’t free himself.
‘but you?’ the nauseous feeling was replaced by fear as Rimfire and Stoker drifted apart, ‘Stoker!’
As the flames died in the water, Rimfire couldn’t see his coach anymore, he only heard his voice through the radio.
‘Just relax… let Throttle sent Lady to pick me up.’ Rimfire couldn’t help but to notice that Stoker was a little afraid as well.
He tried to sound as calm as possible; Rimfire was willing to die for him and with what he noticed in the far distance of the water didn’t made him feel relaxed: small underwater jets and divers with guns. Rimfire would probably die here in the water, and dying was something for old soldiers, not for children!
Stoker used the wrecked pontoon as a defence and prepared himself for another battle, underneath the surface. How strange it was: he battled for water for his own world, and now he was about to fight and die in it. Ironic. Taking a breath from the fabric air inside the helmet he turned around and fired at the scuba divers.
‘Damn… missed again!’ There was one thing that Stoker never learned, for war begun when he was still in high school and physics wasn’t his best course, the light breaking of his helmet. He completely missed every laser blast though his aim was right, and had to dodge counter fire, ‘What the…’ Stoker wanted to scold at something just for relief of his tensed nerves as he received a direct hit to his helmet, knocking his lights out.
Four scuba divers held the pontoon in position with their jets while the last one chained Stoker to it, to release it again.
‘what the hell happened!?’ Modo noticed his nephew floating at the surface of Lake Michigan, trying to hold a piece of the wreckage to stay at the surface in the midst of the burning debris of the exploded pontoon and it’s load, Stoker was nowhere to be seen.
As much as Modo hated water – the fur would smell foul even when taken a bath – Modo didn’t hesitate a second and dived into the water, swimming over to his nephew. Rimfire couldn’t hold on anymore and nearly lost it, right before he went under he felt a bionic hand in his neck, pulling him to safety.
‘Hold on....’ At these moments Modo understood that Rimfire was still a boy, his boy that is. While Primer hated the risks her twin brother took, Rimfire took all the risks and the risks she should have taken. Swimming back with Rimfire holding on to his neck and his tail securely around his nephews waist Modo hoped for Stoker to be safe somewhere in the middle of the debris.
‘Modo!’ Throttle hauled him up the quay, ‘Rimfire….’ Coughing the younger Mouse accepted the help provided: a warm blanket and the warm engine of Sweetheart to rest his back against.
‘You okay kiddo?’ Vinnie ruffled his fur soft and handed Modo another blanket, ‘by the way, where’s coach?’
Rimfire would smell for the next few hours but better smell than dead, ‘Stoker…. Stoker said to sent… Lady….’ He huffed from exhaustion and cold. Damn! This was a whole of a lot worse than the warm showers at Charley’s place! Cold as ice, he felt as if his nervous system was on fire: burning and shivering from cold in the same time.
‘Lady, find Stoker and bring him back…’ Throttle asked his motorcycle, who immediately beeped and revved her engine only to take a dive under water.
The motorcycle was waterproof, nothing could get in, nothing could get out. But moving under the water surface was a bit more troublesome than above it; the soft lake soil caused her wheels to slip in every time she tried to manoeuvre and when she finally found Stoker, she noticed that throttle had dived in as well. A bit annoyed she revved, he was supposed to stay at the quay, safe and sound.
‘No can’t do lady… Stoke? Stoker do you copy?’ All he received was the soft hushing sound of someone’s breath, stable and calming, until he realized that it was his own breath, softened by the water surrounding him.
Slow Lady begun to move forward, her scanners had picked up something. Calm Throttle followed her, drifting through the water, ‘what is it girl… show me.’ He couldn’t help but to be worried, to sound worried, for what he saw, was beyond his imagination.
Limburger stood proud over his victim, the helmet struck and the person who’s face was hidden within the helmet drowned. Baring his teeth in a hideous grin the stink fish waved at him and swam off rapidly, leaving the dead coach alone with Throttle and Lady.
‘Throttle… you’ve been down there for ten minutes… anything yet?’ Vinnie sounded very worried, almost unnatural for someone with a careless attitude.
‘Stoker… is dead… Drowned… Murdered…’ He couldn’t help but to cry when he started to excavate Stoker’s now lifeless body from the debris…
Throttle couldn’t take his time, even the fabric air in his helmet was limited.
‘Hurry up bro!’ Modo knew it, as he dried his cousin off with a blanket, ‘you half drowned mouse, don’t scare me like that again!’
‘Sorry uncle Modo…’ Rimfire sniffed, ‘It’s just…’
‘I know, I know… you wanted to safe him. Sooner or later you will loose the ones you love. But it is hard…’ Hugging his nephew he knew that there was no other way to deal with someone’s death than just deal with it. Especially if it was someone you looked up too…
