Of Biker Mice and Ninja Turtles

[Whitewolf89]

Okay, since I've begun posting this monster in a couple of other TMNT forums (the alternate Drome Forum, Mikey'sTMNT.com forum Tigerfog's Obscure Zodiac forums; etc.; to be exact), I've decided to begin posting it here, too. I hope you all like reading it as much as I enjoyed writing and posting it!

Anyway, here's my sort of disclaimer:

I do not own the TMNT or anything concerning them, Pete Laird does. I also do not own the Biker Mice from Mars or anything concerning THEM; a very nice gentleman by the name of Rick Ungar does. I also don't own the names of "The BlackRuby" or "Tredz", or some others that I'll probably be throwing in this thing from time to time; they are owned by some buddies of mine in the Biker Mice fandom and are used herein with their express permission. However the name and characters of Whitewolf ("Wolf"), Shiningflame ("Flame"), ("Ice"), Firefrost ("Frost"), "Shadowstorm" (Wolf's ancestral sword) and "Wyldfyre" (her cyber/warbike) do, and are owned by and are copyrighted to me. So if you want to use any of them in a fanfic of yours, please ask BEFORE doing so, okay? I'll more than like GIVE permission, but it's always NICE to be asked first.

However, IF you want to try you hand at drawing any of my characters, please feel free to do so. I'd love to see y'all's versions of them.

Oh, btw, italics indicate thoughts (or flashbacks...though NOT in THIS installment!), and bold type indicates yelling or something similar. Just thought that I'd throw that in.

I also decided to give this a PG-13 rating to cover any mild cussing. NOT that there will BE all THAT much of it, but I'd rather err on the side of caution. Just to be on the safe side.

Oh, yeah, and this is intended for the entertainment pleasure of TMNT and BMFM fans everywhere, and I am making absolutely NO profit off of it, so don't sue me, please. You wouldn't get much.

Anyway, on to the FIRST installment of this merry bit of madness of mine!:

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Of Biket Mice and Ninja Turtles
Chapter 1
"There's a NEW Ninja in Town!"

It was an unuasually warm, balmy, very nice night int the enormous, bustling city of New York, New York, U.S.A., and Whitewolf, daughter of Mars, descendent of the ancient Martian House and Clan of the BlackRuby, warrior, Freedom Fighter, and Healer, brought her beloved black Martian cyber/warbike, "Wyldfyre", to a halt on the top of an older building in lower Manhattan, several blocks south of the Empire State Building. As she...and her three teammates...had been doing practically every night for a full year now, she was looking for signs, evidence, that a Plutarkian boss or overlord had been covertly installed in New York, just like they had been in Chicago, Detroit, Los Angeles, New Orleans, Las Vegas and Cleveland. Or was going to be, according to the info that the Intelligence Section of Command Center back on Mars had received last year. So far, she and her teammates hadn't found a single shred of evidence that backed that info up, and she was personally beginning to serious doubt Stoker's source, as well as the length of this sandblasted recon-mission.

Whitewolf, or "Wolf", as she was more commonly called by her family, friends and fellow Freedom Fighters, sighed softly, feeling very frustrated. It usually didn't take this long to ferret out even the most miniscule of signs of the worthless, reeking rotfish in any city that they infiltrated, even in one this size, but Stoke had stood firm on this one: she, Flame, Ice and Frost were to stay put in New York til they found out for sure one way or another...no matter how long it took.

Naturally, she's balked at that. It had been a full year now since they'd come here from Chicago, and she, as well as the others, were more than ready to pack it in and head back home to Chi-Town. And she'd point-blank told Stoke, that, no matter what he said, no matter what Command Center said, no matter what his "unimpeachable source" on Plutark Prime said, she and the others were only giving this mission six more months, and once that period of time was up, they were going home to Chicago. No "ifs", "ands", or "buts". Sis more months. That was it. Then they were going home. And there was absolutely nothing that anyone on Earth or Mars could do about it!!!

"This trip was STUPID, anyway! The Triad only knows that we have ENOUGH to deal with trying to keep a handle on Limburger in Chi-Town, and that blasted crazy catfish Brie in Detroit! The four of us CERTAINLY didn't need to come traipsing all the way across the U.S. to New York to try and find stinkfish in a city THIS size! It's like trying to find the proverbial needle in the equally proverbial haystack!" she silently fumed, irritated, as she crossed her arms on her handlebars and leaned on them. Her long, white-furred tail switched in concert with her steadily-growing irritation. "'Sides...Stoke COULD'VE sent ANOTHER scout-team here....like Typhoon and Blaster. They ARE scouts; recon-experts, so THEY'RE really good at THIS kinda stuff. I'm not. Why ME?!"

But, even as she thought it, Wolf already knew why. She knew that, despite being one of the Biker Mice, Stoker had chosen her for this little mission for one very specific reason; a reason that marked her as being slightly above ordinary Martian soldiers or Freedom Fighters. A reason that she sometimes resented very greatly.

She was one of Mars' few remaining trained Ninjas.

Unlike Terran ninjas, who had specific, well-known, centuries-old traditons of families and clans, Martian-type Ninjas didn't. On Mars, you became a Ninja because ypu wanted to become one, not because it was a family/clan tradition and you were born into it, like in Japan.

She, herself, had become a Ninja long before she'd joined the Freedom Fighters years later at age 18, simply because she'd become fascinated by it. Even at a mere six years of age, she'd liked and admired the ideas of the discipline, the traditions and the sense of high honor that went with Martian Ninjitsu. So, with her parents' clear approval, consent and blessings, she's applied to, and been accepted as a student by, Master Sandstorm, the highest-ranking and most revered and respected Ninja-Master in Mars' long history. And, in time, he became much more to her than just her Sensei and Master. He became like another father to her. On that she loved, trusted and respected in the same way that she did her own blood-father, Tredz.

Her mouth quirked slightly in aggrevation as she remembered just how Stoker had snookered her and the guys into this sandblasted mission.

When Stoke had first approached her with it, she'd point-blank said "No". They already had way too much on their collective plates as it was, trying to keep Limburger under control. And when she had, he'd played dirty...really, really dirty.

Knowing full well that if her Master asked her to do it, she wouldn't; couldn't; refuse to, out of her intense sense of honor and loyalty to her Master, he'd gotten Sandstorm to ask her. He had, and, just as Stoker had figured, she hadn't refused her Master's request. So, consequently, here she, Ice, Flame and Frost were. But not for much longer. No, indeed.

She quirked a a sly smile than as she abruptly remembered something else; something that gave her a great deal of personal satisfaction.

Because the one thing that Master Sandstorm hadn't done was put an "indefinite time-limit" on his request. Stoker had, unfortunately. His time-limit had been very bluntly phrased as "Until futher notice!" Master Sandstorm's had been phrased more along the lines of "Until you feel that there's no more reason to stay there". Despite that, Stoke had sneakily wangled an initial year long stay out of them, and they'd been here that long, already. Exactly one year, tomorrow.

Because their time in New York was up, technically, Wolf had decided to extend it just a bit longer, and had informed Stoker that, as mission-leader, she was giving the mission at least six more months, but, at the end of that time, irregardless of what they found, or didn't find, she was calling the mission done, and they were going home to Chicago. Six months. That was it. If, at the end of that time, they found no sign of Plutarkians, the mission was effectively over and they were pulling out and going home to Chi-Town. Period. End of subject. Her mind was made up.

She was still thinking about that when the chiming of a huge clock on an office building a few blocks away abruptly caught her attention and she looked in that direction to try and see what the time was that was registered there in bright, digital numbers. "11:37 PM", it read. She winced openly. She's intended to be back at their hidden NYC base by at least 1O PM. She knew that her three teammates were more than likely already "home" by now. She sighed softly as she reached up to close the visor on her helmet. Time to pack it in herself, and head back for the night.

[Whitewolf89]

"No sign of stinkfish today. Meh, like there ever IS!" she thought, cynically, as she fired up her bike's engine, then quickly set it to 'Silent Running Mode". She preferred using "S.R.M." when she and "Wyldfyre" were up on a rooftop like they were now, anyway. Once she hit the streets below, however, "S.R.M." would be switched off. Nobody paid much attention to her when she was on the street, anyway, which she considered a plus. Either New Yorkers were just too jaded to even notice her...differentness...or she was just plain, old-fashioned lucky. Of course, when she was near humans, she was always careful to keep her long, slender, white-furred tail wrapped securely either around her waist or one of her legs. She knew that humans sometimes had a hard enough time accepting the differences in other humans, so she wasn't about to push her luck by letting them know just what she really was. Not right now, anyway. "Time to pack it in, and head back to base before the guys come LOOKING for me."

She was about to turn "Fyre" (as she affectionately called her bike) toward the back of the building that they were currently sitting on (she generally preferred to go down the non-noticible side of a building when she was riding "Fyre"), when her keen ears, to say nothing of her helmet's audio-receptors, picked up the very distinctive sound of yelling a good distance away from them, to their right. Startled and surprised (and wondering just who in the name of the Twin Goddesses would even be up on a rooftop at this time of night besides herself and her two-wheeled partner), she turned her attention in that direction, and, on sheer instinct and impulse, she switched on the "Head's-Up Display" on her bonnet's face-shield. And she saw, and heard, plenty then! And what she saw startled her, battle-trained and hardened warrior that she was, to no end!!!

Because on a rooftop two buildings over, werre four individuals...no, five! And one of them was very definitely human. The ohter four, who were noticibly shorter and smaller than the human, very definitely were not! Not by a long shot!!!

Because they were four very human-like, but distinctly green-skinned turtles! And, from what her helmet's long-range scanners were telling her, they were ninjas, as well. And at least two of them looked about ready to literally kill each other on the spot while the other two, as well as their male human companion, stood nearby looking on apprehensively. On a sudden impulse, she forgot all about the time, and stepped up the volume on her helmet's receptors. And when she did, she got a major earful!!!

[Whitewolf89]

Because what she heard THEN went something like this:

"I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU, RAPHAEL!" she heard the one with the blue bandanna-mask and the twin katanas at his back yell at the other one. "THAT HAS GOT TO BE THE CRAZIEST, MOST HARE-BRAINED IDEA THAT YOU HAVE EVER COME UP WITH! EVEN MIKE COULD HAVE COME UP WITH A BETTER ONE THAN THAT!!!"

[B]"YOU JUST BETTER BACK UP OFF'A MIKEY, LEONARDO! AND IT'S A SHELL OF A LOT BETTER THAN WHAT YOU'VE COME UP WITH SO FAR!!! ALL YOU WANNA DO IS SIT ON YER BUTT AN' DO NOTHIN'!!!"[B/] the one with the bright-red bandanna-mask and with deadly-looking twin sais thrust into his belt, bellowed back. "THE FOOT AND THE PURPLE DRAGONS ARE AFTER US AGAIN! SO WHAT HAPPENED TO YER LADY-FRIEND KARAI'S WORD OF HONOR, HUH?!"

"KARAI HAS KEPT HER WORD TO US, RAPH! IS IT HER FAULT THAT SOME OF THE FOOT NINJAS DECIDED TO DEFECT AND FOLLOW HUN?!" the blue-masked one, obviously called "Leonardo", and JUST as obviously the LEADER of the little group, yelled back. "AND IT'S HUN AND HIS HALF OF THE FOOT AND THE PURPLE DRAGONS WHO'RE AFTER OUR SHELLS, NOT KARAI, OR THE FOOT ELITE AND THE REST OF THE FOOT NINJAS WHO ARE UNDER HER DIRECT COMMAND!!!"

"YEAH, RIGHT! JUST IN CASE YOU FORGOT, LEO, HER BUNCH ARE FOOT CLAN, TOO!" the Turtle who was just as obviously called Raphael snapped back. "SOONER OR LATER, THEY'LL COME AFTER US, TOO. AND YOU KNOW THAT AS WELL AS I DO!!!"

"KARAI WILL KEEP HER WORD TO US, RAPH! SHE HAS EVER SINCE SHE GAVE IT TO US WHEN WE AGREED TO HELP HER PUT AND END TO THE WAR BETWEEN THE FOOT NINJAS, THE PURPLE DRAGONS AND THE MOB!" Leo yelled at his slightly younger brother, totally unaware that her and the others had a VERY interested audience of one only a rooftop away. "EVEN MASTER SPLINTER BELIEVES HER AND TRUSTS HER! ARE YOU GONNA GO AGAINST HIS JUDGEMENT AND WISDOM NOW?!"

[hazlov2004]

yay!!!!!!!! good job whitewolf

[Whitewolf89]

Heh, thankies, hazlov. I'm going to post some more tomorrow, now that I've gotten the hang of the "copy/paste" thing.

Hehehe, gotta LOVE that neat l'il invention! At least...I do!!!

Peace.

[hazlov2004]

your welcome heh and copying/pasteing is cool

[Whitewolf89]

Yes, it is, actually. And really the only DOWN side to it is that if you've written something in bold type or italics, you have to go back and put that in manually. But that's actually no biggie,when yoyu stop and think about it. Not to ME, anyway.

And about the ONLY complaint that I have about posting it here is that posts are limited to about 10,000 charatcers per post. All of which means that I have to edit some of them significantly to make them fit. But that's actually no big deal, either. Just so long as I can get it ALL posted here eventually, ya know?

Peace.

[Whitewolf89]

Wolf noticed that THAT question backed the red-masked one UP just a bit. She wondered just WHO this "Master Splinter" was, but, seeing as THEY were ninjas like herself, the answer seemed pretty obvious.

"Probably their Sensei, and Master," she guess, quite correctly, watching and listening quite intently to what was going on from her rooftop.

"NO!" came Raphael's response. THAT was the ONE thing that he'd NEVER done in all of his short eighteen years of life; questioned his beloved Sensei's wisdom OR judgement. And he wasn't ABOUT to start now! His anger at his older brother notwithstanding. He lowered his voice slightly, as did Leo, and Wolf had to adjust her audio-scanners to compensate for it. Whatever it was that had ticked them both off so, she wanted to know it. "You know that I'd NEVER do THAT, Leo!"

"Then just WHAT, exactly, IS your problem here, Raph?" Leo questioned, folding his arms over his plastron as their three companions relaxed noticibly. (For HER part, Wolf did, too.) They were ALL rewarded by an uncertain shrug from Raph.

"I...dunno," the red-masked Turtle admitted. "It's just that...the Foot, the Dragons And the Mob've ALL been flippin' between bein' real BUSY these last few weeks, then real quiet, an' THAT makes me NERVOUS, bro. REAL nervous."

Leo sighed. Only TOO well did he understand his slightly younger brother's concerns...and quite honestly, he SHARED them.

"It does ALL of us, Raph, but TURNING on each other is just the WRONG thing to do right now," he said, quietly, reasonably, and Raph nodded his agreement.

"Round ONE to Leonardo...whoever you are," Wolf thought, nodding approvingly. She couldn't know that SHE was getting snuck up on right then herself.

"Yeah, I know, and...and I KNOW that Karai's keepin' HER Foot Ninjas off our backs like she SAID she would, bro, but SHE can't speak for Hun, th' Foot Elite that decided to side with HIM an' th' Foot Ninjas that THEY control, OR th' Purple Dragons, an' THEY'RE the ones after our shells." Raph responded, as Wolf watched him and his companions relax even more. "An' THEY'RE the ones that I'm REALLY worried about. Well, them, AND the Mob. They ALL want us DEAD, Leo, and we ALL know it!!!"

"Round TWO to Raphael," Wolf thought, smiling faintly. She felt an odd chill run through her as she ran his name through her mind and over her tongue. She just liked the very SOUND of it, for some inexplicable reason.

It was a reason that would soon become clear to BOTH of them. AND rock two worlds, AND two very different families, to their very foundations.

"Yeah, I know, but for now, what can we DO about it?" Leo asked, reasonably. "I KNOW that we all HATE it, Raph, but we can't really DO anything til THEY make a move FIRST. I KNOW that it stinks, bro, but.................."

"........."BUT" there IS nothin' that we CAN do about it TIL they do somethin' first," Raph said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand as he sighed wearily. "I know. An' yer right, Leo. It DOES stink.... BIG time!!!"

"Hmmmm. Sounds like THEIR enemies give THEM just as many headaches as OURS do US," Wolf though, sympathetically, as the human male and the other two Turtles, one wearing a purple bandanna and carrying a bo in one hand and with a duffle-bag slung over one shoulder, and the other wearing an orange bandanna and carrying weapons that she couldn't QUITE make OUT yet, joined the formerly squabbling pair. "But at least WE'RE not pulled in THREE different directions like THEY seem to be! The Plutarkians AND the super-villians that they occassionally throw at US are bad enough!"

Even as she though this, she KNEW that she SHOULD be heading back to base, but SOMETHING; she couldn't QUITE put her finger on just WHAT yet; held her here.

It would prove to be a nearly DISASTEROUS decision on her part.

[hazlov2004]

keep up the good work whitewolf your good at this

[Whitewolf89]

HGeh, thankies, hazlov. The praise and critiques are what keep me going....even if only ONE person is sending them.

Anyway, I think I'll have to wait til tomorrow to do another one. I've got a computer class here at the library at 2 PM my time (CST), so I'll have to get OFF of here soon.

Peace.

[hazlov2004]

i`ll be waiting for ya

[Whitewolf89]

Coolies.

Peace.

[hazlov2004]

thank you whitewolf

[Whitewolf89]

Heh, you're welcome.

And I'm SO totally sorry, but no update today. I'm shooting for tomorrow, AFTER the TMNT ep. (Yeah, I KNOW it's just "Cousin Sid", a rerun, but I'm going to be recording it off on DVD this time around, so I'm going to be watching it, anyway. ) So just keep being patient with me on this, okay? Cool.

Peace.

[hazlov2004]

dont worry i`ll be patiant whitewolf yeah i`ll be watching the rerun and recording it as well

[Whitewolf89]

Thankies, hazlov. At least I seem to have ONE faithful reader/commentor around here, anyway. Thankies for your support!

And now, as to the update that I said I'd TRY to get posted YESTERDAY, see below:

Peace.

[Whitewolf89]

"I should get going," she scolded herself, shaking ger head. "Flame and the guys are gonna come lookin' for me if I don't tail it back to base. What's the MATTER wit me tonight, anyway?!"

The answer to that question would become very clear to her in only a few short weeks from this night.

"Soooooooo....are you guys cool with each other now?" the orange-masked Turtle asked, as he walked up to the pair. "You're not gonna wind up killin' each other now, right?"

His question causedLeo and Raph to look at him, then at each other, and then they both smiled wanely.

"Yeah, we're cool, Mikey. Heh. You know us," Raph said, smiling faintly. "We both just gotta blow off stram every now and again."

The orange-masked Turtle, who was obviously Mikey (and Wolf couldn't help but wonder just what that was shorth for), grinned easily...as did the purple-masked Turtle, and the tall, black-haired human male.

"Yeah, we know," chuckled the bo-weilding Turtle. "But do you guys always have to be so...oh, I dunno...dramatic about it?!"

Everybody chuckled at that...includidng Wolf, who was still listening to their conversation from her place on her nearby rooftop.

"Comes with the territory, Donnie," Leo chuckled, then looked at Raphael. "Right, Raph?"

"Yep," Raph responded, with a slight grin. And it was right about then that his attention was caught by the same tolling clock that had alerted Wolf herself to the time, and he winced...wearily and openly. "Gettin' late, guys. Maybe we oughta pack it in fer t'night an' head on home."

"Makes points with me," the human commented for the first time. "Well, I'll catch ya later, fellas. My bed's callin' me."

The Turtles all chuckled at his remark.

"Ours are, too, come to think of it. Besides, Master Splinter's probably getting pretty worried about us by now, I'm sure," Leo said, quietly. "We promised him that we'd at least try to be back to the Lair before midnight...not that we'll make it now, but................... So we'll catch you later, Casey. Rest well."

"Yeah, you, too, Leo," Casey Jones replied, as her turned to go. "'Night, guys."

"'Night, Case-Man," Raph chuckled, as one of the few human friends that he and his family had in the world (literally!) turned and headed off toward his apartment.

This, unfortunately, was about thres seconds before all hell broke loose!!!

Because just as the Turtles and Wolf were about to follow Casey's example and head for home themselves, all of a sudden, the onboard proximity-alarms on "Wyldfyre" went off big time, startling not only the jet-black Martian-built cyberbike's pretty, white-furred, raven-haired, midnight-eyed rider, but Casey and the Turtles, as well! To the point that they all froze momentarily, then yanked their weapons from their places.

"WHAT TH' SHELL..........???!!?" Raph yelled, as he yanked his sais from his belt and held them at the ready.

[Whitewolf89]

Heh, sorry for the short update, but we only get ONE hour of comp-use time here at the library since they started opening on Sundays. I'll TRY to post a bit more tomorrow, if THAT's okay. Til then, enjoy, folks.

Peace.

[hazlov2004]

im cool good update whitewolf

[Whitewolf89]

Heh, thankies, hazlov. I appreciate it.

Peace.