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It's War, part 6 by: Whipblade



Biker Mice From Mars

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It's War

Part six

/By: Whipblade/



The warmth from his body enveloped him as they poured themselves into
each other. His war hard chest, chiseled with fine muscles and soft thick
tan fur rubbed against his own finely tuned body. Their combined panting
softly echoing in the small communications room.
They didn't do this often, but when they did, it was an explosion of
male hormones and ecstasy.
Their tongues entangled as he allowed the tawny male to dominate him.
The passion of ....

"MACE!!!!" Flea screamed.

With a jolt, Mace shot up from his crouched position, his tented pants
giving away his dream. Startled the rusty furred mouse looked around to
see the youth in a fit of laughter beside Phantom. She was much thinner
than she should be. Her eyes a liquid yellow, her fur clumped and matted
with dirt and fecal matter.

"Done." She said in her sick dry voice.

"Phantom?" Mace hadn't seen the female for three long years, since she
started to become sick. "Are you coming with us?"
With a shake of her head she sat down beside the toilette hole. It
was now a little bigger. They'd all be getting dirty. But it didn't matter
anymore. Not a Freedom Fighter in sight couldn't fit down that hole.

"There's twenty of us left." Mace hummed standing. He adjusted his pants.
"If we all go in at once....." he looked to the lone sick female.

"It will work." She croaked. "It's almost feeding time. When they leave,
we start." she said sitting back down on the floor. Her legs went first.
The sloppy noise of water and waste squishing down as she hid among the
sewage.

Mace watched the small bowl of garbage left-overs from the Sand Raiders
meal. The few scraps thrown into the cell wasn't much to fight over. Picking
up a small scrap of fat Mace passed it to Flea. "Here kid, eat up."

Closing his eyes, Flea opened his mouth wide and let Mace drop the piece
down his throat. Swallowing the scrape, Flea shuttered. "I can't wait till
I have real food again."

The canine eyed the young, sub adult mouse. "You want real food? Come
here and get some." the chubby Sand Raider laughed patting his crotch.

Flea winced hiding behind Mace. Mace glared at the drool dog.
"Beat it yourself, Ugly!"

Chuckling the canine walked away. "He'll be tasting cock soon enough."
he laughed over his shoulder.

Mace snarled. "I hate them." he growled. "I wish we could blow this
whole place up."

"Shhhh." Phantom hushed as she slipped out of her hiding spot. "Mace,
your going first. Flea, hurry. Before they check us again."

"Phantom." Mace held up his hand to touch her. She moved back quickly.
Dropping his hand, he smiled. "Thank you for everything."

"Save it Mace. Now get." She smiled watching the mouse in ragged clothes
hold his breath then crawl into the tunnel.

"Go on Flea." She didn't dare touch him.

"Thank you Phantom. I wish you could come with us." Flea said looking
to the deathly ill female.

"I'd rather die this way, helping all of my friends then die a death
in an un free way." Phantom smiled. "Now get. Before that moot comes back
for you."

"You wont be forgotten." Flea proclaimed climbing into the sewage and
then into the hole head first.

The Four mile journey underground with limited air and a tight squeeze
tunnel filled with nineteen bodies crawling on their bellies slinking along
at a snail pace crawl.

Mace popped his head out of the opening at the end of the tunnel. The
blood red sky greeted his unadjusted eyes. The blast of fresh air against
his face was a welcome relief from the choking dirt.
Crawling out of the small hole that looked more like a Dessert
Sand Weasel hole than an escape tunnel.

Sitting up on his knees, Mace had to look around a sand dune in order
to spot the Sand Raider camp. The small bunker no longer held the lone
tower. It was just a flat building that looked more dilapidated than anything.
No activity surrounded the building either.
Flea poked his head up. "Is it safe?"

"Yeah, it's safe." Mace said standing up on wary legs. Helping Flea
up, The two started to scout the small area hidden by the dunes.

"Over there, bro. That's were we'd been hiding before attacking the
bunker." Flea pointed out, then helping the next body. "It's safe Clunker."
Flea smiled as he helped the older warrior out.

"Been a long time since I seen the sun set." Clunker said.

"It's a sun rise." Flea frowned. "We left at sun set."

"We've been moving for a long time kid. Who knows how long." Clunker
frowned.

"Lets get the others out. Then start towards the new......" Mace looked
towards the far away distant horizon. "Freedom Fighters base.... and hope
its still there."

Flea swallowed hard. "Think they all died?"

"I hope not." Mace squeezed his eyes shut. "I pray to Mars they're not."

"Lets move." Clunker called down the hole helping the next mouse out.

The group of 19 survivors shuffled over the sand strewn land. Rock cropping
and small fresh craters dotted the landscape as they trudged with the sun
beating down on them. A slight breeze rose up only to ruffle their matted
fur.

Licking the dry fur along his mouth, Mace frowned seeing the familiar
shape of the base, but the proud monastery that stood atop wasn't there.
As the group trudged closer, Mace realized that the remains of the monastery
had fallen down, in side the mountain.

"Mace," Flea shuffled his feet in the dirt. "Are we the last mice alive?"

Mace sighed, hand patting Flea on his shoulder. "No Flea, we aren't
the last mice alive." Mace limped towards the entrance of the Freedom Fighters
base. "But we are the only mice here." kicking at the small dune building
up inside the rock. "This place hasn't seen anyone for a while now."

"Where should we go now Mace?" Charger asked. The gray male looked more
like Vinnie. Mace caught himself trying to call the smart mouth Charger,
Vinnie a couple of times, back in the day.

"Well, maybe the Army is still around." Mace hummed. Scratching at his
tangled red hair, the reddish mouse hummed scanning the landscape. "Brimstone,
that was the city the Plutarkians were just starting to attack."

"Sounds like a plan to head there." Charger said eyeing the sky. "Looks
like a storms coming in."

Flea looked over the remaining Freedom Fighters. The others were all
resting, rubbing their feet and legs.
"Can I scout inside?"

Mace eyed the crumbling monastery. "No, we best keep moving. The rest
of that building could fall the rest of the way down."

Flea nodded accepting Mace's words without question.

"Lets move." Mace waved his arm to his weary friends. No complaints
or grumbles flowed Mace started south west, heading for what he hoped was
still a standing Brimstone."




They stumbled closer to the buildings all 19 of them, dirty, hungry,
thirsty and ready for bed years ago.
Flea yawned as his tail curled around his body, shivering from the
chilly night wind and over tiredness he dragged his feet, falling further
from the lead of the group.
"Home?" Flea asked looking up to see lights coming towards them. "Take
us home?"

Skids put a thin arm around the youth. "I hope so kid. Be nice to sleep
on something soft."

"Well hello." A voice called as a bike stopped.

The 19 gathered around the three bikes.

"Freedom Fighters?" a voice called from the group.

"Take us home!" someone cheered.

"Who are you?" Mace demanded. His shaggy red hair limp and matted hanged
in his face.

"Freedom Fighters. Who are you?" A bike bound mouse asked.

"Escaped Sand Raider prisoners." Mace answered with half opened eyes.
"Very tired, hungry and cold."

"Prisoners?" Wary the Freedom Fighter looked them over. "Don't you mean
slaves?"

Flea tried to smirk. "They don't trust war prisoners to work for them."

"Names Nails. Rusty and Jet are those two. We can bring you back to
the base." Nails said. Each of the bike bound mice pressed a button, engaging
the side cars.

"Only 9 can ride at once." Clunker muttered.

"Come on Flea, up you go." Charger helped the youth up onto the back
of Rusty's bike.

"Bro, you should ride. You're exhausted." Skids said to Mace.

"No, I can walk. Go on, get the weaker ones on. The rest can manage
until they return." Mace stated.

Once the 9 were safely on the bikes, the remaining 10 started to walk
the miles towards the horizon and buildings.

*****

......It's not over yet......