Encounter ch2

Disclaimer:- The Biker Mice don’t belong to this author, and no money whatsoever can be made from this story. This story is a purely fictional piece, written in a moment of madness.

This is the 2nd part of my first fanfic, so don’t hesitate to tell me if it sucks. I hope at least some of you lovely people like it.

P.S. Sorry it's taken so long to get here - it's taking a long time to get out of my head and on paper, I apologise if a lot of it makes no sense.

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From the last story...

“Root beer’s fine.” I said while plastering on my ickiest smile God, I wish he’d just go already, I don’t want all this attention “Well, uh, don’t go anywhere” He said, smiling as he walked out the door. Yeah right, like I’m not chained to the bed, or anything. Could just walk outta here anytime I like. I smirked to myself. I wish I can remember who I am, where I’m from; anything. I wish I knew if I can trust these people – if you can call them people. Maybe if I just play along for a bit, I’ll find out more about this place. Maybe I’ll even find a way to get back to Earth, I mean they are Martians, right? So they’re bound to have the technology…duh, it’ll all be written in Martian. I’ll never get home if I keep thinking like this.

And onto chapter 2

Meanwhile…

Stoker was standing in General Carbine’s office, arms crossed with a sceptical expression on his face. “Carbine, it’s not a good idea. I don’t think she knows anything about the Plutarkians. In fact, from her reaction when I told her that she’s on Mars, she doesn’t know anything about our situation. I would have thought you’d have a bit more compassion about the state she’s in physically, not to mention the state of her mentality.” Carbine rolled her eyes then gave him a steely-eyed look as she repeatedly jabbed her finger at him. “Don’t talk to me as if I don’t know how to do my job, Stoker, don’t forget who you’re talking to; I might not be in the army anymore, but I am your commanding officer, and if I tell you it’s a go, then so help me, you’d better do it! We’ll find out soon enough if she knows anything. You’ve got ten minutes before we start. In the meantime, GET OUT OF MY OFFICE!!” Muttering under his breath about crazy superiors, Stoker strode out of Carbine’s office, slamming the door behind him. He bumped into Throttle, who had been standing at the door, listening to their argument.
“Sheesh, someone’s having a bad day, huh?” Throttle said in hushed tones.
“I heard that!” Carbine screamed through the wall.
Stoker put his arm around the younger mouse’s shoulder “Man, let’s go before she hears anything else.”
The two mice walked through the maze of corridors, making sure they were well out of earshot, before talking again. “So, what was that all about?” Throttle asked, turning to face Stoker. Stoker sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before replying. “Well, you know how we have uh, somewhat limited, telepathic abilities? And uh, well, you’ve known for a while now, that my abilities are far superior to everyone else’s…” Stoker took a breath and shifted his weight, looking straight at Throttle. “I don’t want to tell you this, kid, but I suppose you’ll have to be there when it happens. Carbine wants me to go into the kid’s mind, and find the answers if the kid doesn’t answer her questions.” Stoker looked very uncomfortable.
“What?! You can’t do that! Everyone knows that no-one’s allowed to do that – you’d be going against one of the oldest rules known to Mars!”
“I know that!” Stoker hissed “Don’t you think I told her that at the time? But I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place; I can’t not do it, Carbine found out about the prank I pulled on the army last week. She’s not said anything to the army yet, but she’s sure to go running to them if I go against her on this.” That made Throttle quirk an eyebrow. “That never bothered you before, what did you do that’s got you so worried?” Throttled said with a smirk.
“Ha! You should’ve seen it, it was beautiful! I can’t tell you what it was, but believe me, it was BIG! I’ll tell you when the dust has cleared, but I just gotta lay low for a while. Hey, speakin’ of layin’ low, where’s Modo? And the punk? I haven’t seen them for a few days.”
“Ahh, don’t worry about them.” Throttle smiled “We got a weeks holiday. Modo’s off visiting his mom, probably doin’ a spot of fishing with Rimfire or something. Vinnie’s been out getting some mods done to his bike and, of course, impressing the ladies.”
“Yeah? You three usually take off together. How come you’re still here? Oh, wait. Carbine. Hehe you’re waiting for her ain’t ya?” Stoker asked, grinning impishly and waggling his eyebrows suggestively. Throttle turned red under his fur, trying to control his expressions, “Uh, yeah. We were gonna be goin’ off somewhere, but…ah, you know Carbine. Work, work, work. Heh” Throttled shrugged. “When’s Carbine doing the, uh, interrogation?” Stoker noticed the abrupt change of topic, but decided questions could be asked later. Maybe when they had a little more time than “Oh, shit! She’s gonna have my ass, we shoulda been there ten minutes ago!” The pair gunned it to where ‘the kid’ was currently being held.

Throttle and Stoker ran into the interrogation room where Carbine was waiting. “Well, about time! I was starting to think you’d done a bunk on me. We’ll have to have a little ‘discussion’ about punctuality after we’re finished with her, won’t we?” Carbine said, arms by her sides and fists clenched. Stoker gulped. “Uhh, sorry. We...” Carbine cut him off. “No time for excuses now. I want to get this started.” Carbine turned to face me. She was certainly an imposing character, with her no-nonsense attitude. She wasn't as tall as Stoker and Throttle, but she was certainly taller than me, and had grey fur with black hair. The scar running across the bridge of her nose down onto her cheek made her look quite dangerous, I thought. I was still strapped down to the bed, but they had put me into a sitting position. “Now, I’m going to keep this simple for now. What’s your name?” Carbine asked. I got the feeling I was in a whole lot of trouble. I sighed. “I don’t remember.”
“Where are you from?”
“Uhh, Earth. I can’t remember where, exactly, but I know I’m from Earth.” Her fists were clenched again. I felt beads of sweat forming on my brow. “What do you know about the Plutarkians?”
“I’ve never heard of them. What do they look like?”
“Look, you answer me properly, or we’ll get the answers out of you the hard way. Understand?”
“I’m telling you, I don’t know! I don’t remember anything about my life before I came to this stupid planet, and I’ve never heard of a Plu-whatever. I can’t tell you anything! And another thing, since when did you lot learn English? People ‘round here sure weren’t speaking anything like it when I was found.” I was really annoyed, but I could tell she wasn’t buying it.
“Fine. Stoker, go see what you can dig up.” Stoker glanced at Throttle, but didn’t say anything. He came over to me and lowered his face so it was about an inch from mine. I felt something brush my forehead must be his antennas then everything became dark. I saw pictures flashing through my head, but I could not make head nor tail of them. It took me a minute or so to realise what he was doing. I tried to struggle against him, trying to force him out of my head. “If you relax, it’ll be better for you. I know you don’t know the answers to Carbine’s questions, but she wouldn’t listen to me earlier. So just relax. You never know, you might start remembering some things about your life.” I heard him say through my mind. I decided to just do as he said – I was getting tired of struggling anyway. Pictures and more pictures. None of them clear enough to give me any clues about my life. I was getting more tired. I relaxed some more. Oh well, may as well catch some z’s.

Stoker lifted his head in bewilderment and looked at Carbine. “Well?” she asked “Did you get anything?”
“Yeah. I’d best tell you uhh, away from here” He said, looking back at the sleeping girl. “Fine. My office. Now.” Carbine snapped.

In Carbine’s Office…

Carbine was sat in her chair, elbows on the desk, fingers clasped together. “So. What did you find?”
Stoker sat down opposite Carbine and sighed heavily. “She doesn’t actually remember anything further back than at some point yesterday. The information’s all there, but she’s either repressing it, or somehow shielding it from me.”
“So you’re saying she has at least some telepathic abilities?” Carbine asked, butting in.
“No, no, that’s not what I meant” Stoker sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair, thinking of a way to explain. “As far as I know, from the studies the scientists did before the war, most earthlings have the ability to shield their memories against intruders. There are some who have claimed to be telepathic in the past, but none have ever been proved right. Anyway, if she was shielding, I don’t think she knew she was doing it.” Carbine looked thoughtful for a minute.
“Hmmm. That’s all very well, but you’re supposed to have the best mental capabilities on the planet. Are you saying you couldn’t get anything from a mere earthling?”
“Uhh no. I managed to get something, but it’s not a complete memory.” He hesitated, but before he could say anything else, Throttle stepped forward from the corner he was leaning against. “Now hold on, Carbine. How is any of this gonna help? I mean, she’s just a kid…”
“Who could easily be undercover for Plutark.” Carbine shot back. “We’ve already had one mole in the ranks, we sure as hell don’t need another – and you should know that as well as anyone! We were just lucky Mace didn’t cause anymore damage than he did, or right now we’d all be up shit creek without a paddle.” Throttle shook his head and sat down beside Stoker. “It doesn’t matter if you agree or not, Throttle, the safety of this unit concerns me far more than one earther’s state of mind.” She turned to face Stoker “Anyway, you were saying?”
Stoker started playing with his fingers “I didn’t get a complete memory, but I got the gist of what was happening in it. She was putting rubbish out; something grabbed her and dragged her to a van, chained her up then blew up her house.” Stoker snuck a quick glance at Throttle. “There’s something else though. It was the only part that wasn’t fragmented. Before they blew up her house, the men who grabbed her discovered they’d made a mistake. They had gone to the wrong house. There was witnesses though – her and her family, so they had to carry on. This kid was never supposed to be a part of any of this.” He looked up at Carbine, who looked slightly shocked. “So what do we do now General?”
Carbine shook her head slowly. “I don’t know, Stoker. I just don’t know.”