Thistle - Chapter 1
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Thistle
Chapter 1 – The Beginning (of the Trouble)
As usual Throttle, Vinnie and Modo were out on the war torn desert of Mars, checking all the entrances to the city in that area, and generally having fun riding, racing to be more exact, and doing stunts over the rocks of Mars.
Yet again they continually found traces of the war against the Plutarkians on Mars. Soon they came across some of the stinking fish. However something that was unusual, and the beginning of the unusual events about to happen, was they were not the first mice, or bikers, on the scene this far away from the city entrances which baffled them.
“Hay!...Who's that?” asked Vinnie watching the mouse dodge the shots on their bike.
“I dunno, but whoever they are we will help them” Throttle said looking at the biker in the same amusement as his bro’s and noticing an unusual glint as if there was something other than the bike reflecting light, like metal, “Lets rock ‘n’”
BANG!
Before he could finish there was a huge explosion. The three mice raised their arms to protect their faces from the bright light. However they were all able to see that the other mouse had fallen off their bike, due to the explosion, and all they could do was watch a large rock fall on top of that mouse on the ground.
“Lets rock ‘n’ ride” Shouted Throttle with no time to waist.
Within seconds the three of them were racing towards the accident ready for a full on battle. They found the Plutarkians leaving the area but they soon put a stop to that, making sure none of them left alive. This was probably the quickest battle they had fought in a long time, possibly ever.
Staring at the mess they had rid Mars of they quickly turned their attention away from the fish to the rock that lay on top of the mouse.
“A little help bro?” Throttle asked Modo looking at the rock.
“No problem” came the reply.
More blasts came, this time not in a fight, and the big rock was in pieces small enough to move from on top of the unknown mouse.
Once removed they found that the mouse had had kept the rock from completely crushing them by using a metal tail, a scar from lab experiments like the boys had had. When all the rock had been moved they saw their mysterious biker was female.
Her tail was metal but unlike Stoker’s hers was a lot smoother and looked newer. They all knew how she came to have it.
Her fur was the same tan colour as Throttle, exactly; this could only just be seen through the dust that covered her from her fall and only in the areas not covered by her jeans or black tank top. Her face, like there’s, covered with a helmet with her visor was tinted black.
The three of them stood back from her. Throttle and Modo started talking about what to do with her, while Vinnie looked at her not paying any attention to his bro’s talking.
Her slender legs tight together, in pale blue jeans, below the amazing curve of her hips. A slither of fur showed between her jeans and tank top, which fitted her slim waist line perfectly. Her waist topped with more curves, which was gently rising and falling with each breath she took, her chest partly covered with her thin muscular arms and hands and part of her tail. His gaze then fell upon her swan like neck, something had caught his eye, this was where his gaze, amazingly for his character, stopped.
“Hay, guys” Vinnie interrupted his bro’s conversation, which was about how he got fascinated by any female of pretty much any species.
“Yeh” Modo replied with a smirk on his face looking at Vinnie.
“What's that?” Vinnie asked crouching down beside the rider, his two bro’s watching, crouched down, over his shoulders as he stretched his had towards her neck. He picked up the necklace that rested on her delicate neck. I know this…but where?
Instantly, feeling the weight being lifted, her hand reached up and grabbed Vinnie’s hand holding her necklace, while sitting up slightly.
Themba? No…no…not Themba, who?
He could feel her eyes watching him through the visor. Almost as suddenly as she had grabbed his hand and awoken she flopped back onto the ground with a tight grip around her necklace.
“Well…she is more than just breathing then!” said Modo breaking the silence between them all from the shock of her moving.
“What was it?” Vinnie asked again removing his hand, reluctantly, from her grip. I know I have seen it before somewhere.
“I dunno” said Throttle with a puzzled look on his face. I have seen that before, but where? It is as if I see it every day or that it is something I used to see a lot of. In fact…I do normally see it when there is a mirror around…
“What are we going to do with her bro?” yet again Modo said breaking the icy silence. He knew they had been all thinking about the necklace.
“Err… I think we need to mover her to a safe place…I dunno perhaps on the hill over there out of the wind and then we can set up camp so we don’t have to move her far, or that bike over there.” Throttle made up on the spot trying, to act as the leader they looked up to him as, and sounding as if he had actually been thinking about what to do with her.
