Authors Note: I do not own the Biker Mice from Mars and probably never will. That stated, for anybody reading this or about too, this is a MIRRORVERSE. That means that things – the BMFM reality- is flip-flopped from the actual cartoon cannon. Thus things will be a little wacky, a little weird, but ultimately fun and hilarious. At least I hope so. I plan to introduce several of these in my fanfics, but so far I only got this written for now. In this, the Plutarkians didn't invade Mars – but Earth! Apparently the scout ships sent out to investigate the system totally skipped over the barren planet – either because they didn't think anything interesting would be there or Earth just simply looked more promising. As it stands, three women Earthers take the place of the Biker Mice – two being my own characters – which I own – called Amy and Carissa. If you'd like to use them go ahead, but ask me first before you post any fics about them. Well, I don't want to spoil anything, so one with the fic. I hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think of it at the end. I'd love to know.

A.A.N. – Oh, yeah, and the songs 'Bleeding Me,' 'Cure,' and 'Poor Twisted Me' belongs to Metallica and previewed on the CD 'Load'. 'Good Times Gone' is written by Nickelback and previewed on their alubum – Silver side up.

Biker Women From Earth

Chapter 1, Fallen Phoenix

Gliding on through the infinite black abyss known as the universe, dotted with twinkling stars that contained systems and possible other life forms of their own, was a lone starship. Not a starship of grand design, one built to harbor the remains of a species, but rather a small one, easily missed, capable of holding just a handful of crew of no less than ten, but even the crew aboard the strange alien craft wasn't even that much in number. A grand total of three were aboard and no one else.

Within the command center of the ship were its three sole occupants, gathered together and enjoying each others company, that and the loud, heavy metal music of Metallica, the song, 'Bleeding Me,' blaring out from their surround sound speakers. All three passengers sat at the three chairs surrounding the controls, but only one of them, a golden-haired brunette with curls in her wavy hair pulled up into a high ponytail, with a pair of black, daunting sunglasses with green tinted lenses on, drove the ship.

The pilot adorned herself in an unzipped black leather vest with a tight-fitting green shirt on that exposed her well-built midriff that went well with her short, stocky frame. A brown belt held up a pair of navy blue pants while a green belt pouch hung around her left hip and a strange purple gun was holstered to her right leg. Metal kneepads were tied off around her knees while a pair of black biker boots rested on the floor, the left foot tapping in time with the beat of the song. The woman's skin was a soft peach while her lips were a vibrant cherry red. Her face, flanked by two strands of her bangs and her wild, curly hair – that looked like it hadn't been brushed recently – gave her stone-set face a bit of a woodsy feel to her. Lastly, a red scarf was tied around her throat and around her right wrist while a pair of brown gloves covered her hands, though the fingers had been cut out. The glove on her right hand had something strange resting on top of it, something that resembled something close to an extra round of bullets, but upon closer examination weren't.

As she carefully drove the ship through the depths of space at a speed lesser than that of light, she bobbed her head to the crashing, exciting tunes of Metallica. Though her comrade to her right seemed to be enjoying the song a lot more than her. The fiery red head was enjoying the song too the extreme, complete with air guitar and massive head bobbing- so much so that her auburn hair was flashing in her face and then out, in and then out, lashing out against the air as only a punk rocker could do. Her action though, however innocent it was, was causing the pilot to be a bit distracted, as the light of the room continued to flash constantly on and off of a particular metal adornment on her face. It was a silver mask that covered the right side of her face, but the pilot determinedly tried to push pass the distraction so as not to ruin her friends' fun. The ghostly pale-skinned woman- suggesting that she didn't get that much sun or had a medical condition – was dressed in less clothing than her two companions. She only had on a pair of jean-blue gloves, also with the fingers cut out, covering her hands, along with a maroon scarf tied off backwards around her neck. A gold belt buckled around her waist, helping her already skin-tight sky blue jeans hold up around her waist. The jeans had gold studs running down the sides to help further attract attention to her fine-slender legs. Silver kneepads protected her knees while a pair of blue leather boots adorned her feet. All that she wore for a shirt was little more than a crisscrossing piece of black fabric that followed the same direction as the pair of green, leather bandoleers that crisscrossed over her breasts and around her back. If one were to glance at her it would look as if she wasn't wearing anything on but the bandoleers, but a quick double take, and a bit more staring, would reveal the black fabric underneath.

Finally, to the pilot's left, was the last companion onboard the vessel. She stood three inches shorter than the pilot while the wild woman with the locks of red hair stood taller than both of them, at a grand five foot six, but the last companion's slender body often gave the misimpression that she was actually smaller. Her skin was a soft, silky olive brown with black hair that reached longer in the front and got shorter in the back, thereby being cut into a 'V' shape. The longest length of her hair that rested against the sides of her cheeks was dyed a dark purple. Her face was soft and quiet as she rested her head back on the palms of her hands and soaked up in the music screaming back at her. Her eyes were closed, or rather – her eye. Her other eye, the left, was hidden behind a black eye-patch. The frail looking woman dressed only in a pair of dark blue leather pants with a red belt, heavy, thick combat boots, red kneepads and a black shirt with long sleeves. Though her most particular piece of clothing was the strange, purple metal box that lay pressed against her breasts and held in place by cables of red metal that wrapped around to another flat, purple metal box on her back. The odd contraptions, when looked at by someone else, might have thought that it had something to do with keeping her slender, feminine, bionic right arm attached to her body.

She was leaning back in her seat, right eye closed, and enjoying the rare moment of peace. Upon a glance, it looked like she could have been sleeping.

As they traveled through the depths of space the fiery, energetic redhead tossed her head back as the song came to the guitar-solo and began slamming down on her air guitar with gusto, her face screwed up in hard, fun-loving concentration. Suddenly the other woman with the black hair came alive. She cracked her one good eye open and a slow smile cut her face as she brought her hands out from under her head and started up the air-drum that accompanied the guitar shortly into it. Catching her friend from across the way, the wild eyed, auburn haired woman smiled from ear to ear and continued to jam out.

The last of the three, the pilot, watched her two friends from behind the shades, enjoying this rare moment of peace in their lives. A grin finally began to slip across her ice-cold lips, and her foot, hidden away beneath the steering wheel- which was shaped into the likeness of a motorcycle's– began to tap with more energy. She waited patiently for the guitar and drum solo to end, and the words of the song to begin again.

After some few seconds the two instruments were nearing the end of their time and the singer was just about too start. Their timing was perfect. No sooner had the singer started bellowing out his dark words for his song than the pilot joined in with her own voice, deeper than a typical woman's but still feminine in its nature. Her smile was finally consuming her entire face as she cried out at the top of her lungs to be heard, if only faintly, about the music.

"Yeee-arrg!

I am the beast that feeds the feast,
I am the blood,
I am release!
Come make me pure,
Bleed me a cure!
I'm caught, I'm caught, I'm caught un-dar…"

As the back-up singers joined in with the lead singer of the song, so did the wild woman and the quiet one began singing too in company with their friend, their voices actually matching and outdoing the overbearing music with their own combined voices.

"Caught under wheels roll,
I take that leash,
I'm bleeding me!
Can't stop to save my sooooooul!
I take the leash that's leading me,
I'm bleeding me!
Oh, I can't take it!
I can't take it!
I can't take it! No! No!
Oh, the bleeding of me!

I'm diggin' my way,
I'm diggin' my way to somethin',
I'm diggin' my way to something better!

I'm pushin' to stay,
I'm pushin' to stay with somethin',
I'm pushin' to stay with something better!
With something better!"

As the song came to an end the group burst into a fit of laughter that reverberated and echoed back at them from off the metallic walls, each of their voices sounding like the innocent chimes of children's laughter ringing through an open valley field at the break of dawn.

As their laughter came to a slow trickle, the redhead of the group threw back her head and released a wild howl of delight. "AOOOOW! Replay! Replay! We gotta do that again! The baddest motorcycle mamajamma in the universe has to do her guitar solo one more time! Hit that rewind button, Amy!"

Just as the auburn-haired woman was reaching over pass the pilot, and not even waiting for her to do it or for a response of a 'yeah, let's do it again,' the short-cut, black haired woman with the soft, yet distinguishable oriental features snapped out her mechanical hand like lightening and caught the other woman's hand in her own metallic one.

"Hey! What gives?" The pale-skinned, redheaded woman pouted across the way to her long-time friend.

The olive-brown skinned woman gave her friend a pointed look and then turned her attention back to the tight-lipped pilot, releasing her friend's hand with a warning squeeze before doing so, almost as if too say too her that this was not a time for fun and games anymore, but a time for seriousness. As she turned and asked the pilot her question, her voice rung out with the most defined significance that gave the air about them a sort of gravity that weighed down on all three of their shoulders.

"How much farther are we from home?"

There was a moment of silence as the question soaked in through their ears and settled down upon their brains. After a few precious moments, Amy answered, "Well, we'll be passing by Mars soon enough and if you know your astronomy, that means we're one planet away from home."

"Yeah, so? I already knew that!" The auburn-haired woman grumbled out and threw herself back against her chair, crossing her arms over her chest in the process. "I knew that when you said we had come up on the asteroid belt that guarded the inner core planets to our system!" A huge smile began to break out across her face to replace her mock-angered glare as she gazed out into the depths of space. Her crazy smile soon became accompanied by a daring twinkle in her emerald eyes as she continued to say, "Then we got jumped by those Plutarkian scout ships and–!"

"And nearly got killed!" The brunette cut her off with a stern, motherly-type tone of voice. "Do you even realize how close I nearly crashed this ship against those speeding asteroids trying to get away from them, Charlene?"

Charley turned her attention back to her friend, her smile and twinkle in her eyes fading from her face as she shrugged her shoulders and guessed, "I dunno. Twice?"

Amy's lips scrunched together into a tight, small frown, and not for the first time. She really wished that Charley would stop acting like a little five-year old sometimes! She was really quite smart, she knew that, but ever since…..

Amy stole her eyes away from her ghostly pale friend and returned her full attention back to the black abyss before them, filled with stars and constellations that she was currently relying on to get home. Including a certain red star that they were quickly approaching at break-neck speed. Her body hunched a bit more over the steering bars and growled out through her teeth, "More than I care to count! We're lucky we came out in one piece with only the radar, communication board, and navigation shot!" Behind the shades Amy's hazel eyes narrowed as she slowly turned them back on Charley and sighed, saying, "When are you going to fix it anyway? I need those operational to get us back to Earth."

Charley just shrugged and laid back further against her chair, throwing her hands up behind her head for support. "What's the rush? We gotta couple of millions of miles to go before we even reach Earth's orbit around the sun. 'Sides, I think we'll know that if we hit the sun we've gone too far."

Amy's hand flashed out like lightening and slapped Charley's arm, causing the redhead to cry out and leap forward. She began examining the red mark that now marred her otherwise flawless pear-white skin. "Ow! That hurt!"

Amy's hand was already back on the steering bar as she spoke with a tone of voice that boarded no amusement while she guided the ship close to the surface of one of Mars' moons, Phobos, at least she thought it was from its irregular shape. "Charley, it's extremely important I get that stuff back on-line! Without navigation I'm driving blind! It's not like Earth is some immobile obstacle in the universe! It moves, and just because I can recognize it by its blue aura as a star doesn't mean I know its exact position and that I'm driving right for it! Hell, we're lucky that Mars was passing by that field near where we got out! If I hadn't of spotted that little red star we'd be as good as lost till ya got the navigation back up and running! Still, I'm pullin' a stop at Mars and waiting till you get it operational! After all, our communication board, which may I remind you was damaged as soon as those stink-fish scout ships spotted and fired on us, was smashed! I have no idea if they relayed our position to any other ships in the area! Which I wouldn't know if they were any to worry about since our radar is also capotes!"

"If there are any we'd have smelt 'em by now." Added in the last of the group with a bit of a smile. The comment got Charley laughing but Amy just glared ice and fire at their friend and said, "That's not funny Carissa."

"Ah, loosen up. Besides," Charley began as she tried to calm down from her fit of giggles, "I think it's safe to say that there aren't any more around here. After all, we haven't been shot at yet, that or maybe they just forgot about us or those scout ships that got smashed in the field or that Carissa and I shot down didn't even get a chance to radio any of their buddies."

"I really hope your right Charley. For all of our–"

THRA-DOOOM!

The three women cried out in shock as they were lurched forward, flung against the controls from the massive explosion that rocked the back of their ship. The interior lighting of the ship flickered on and off, threatening to shut down, while here and there a control panel blew. Carissa, Amy, and Charley were flung back a moment later and toppled out from their chairs, but it seemed that no sooner had they hit the floor than Amy was back up and at her seat, knuckles white as they latched onto the steering bars and pulled up hard, trying to save the ship from crashing face-first into the moon of Phobos.

Sir, buzzed the voice of the gunner over the Plutarkian to the commander of the starship hiding out just beyond the moon of Phobos from the sight of Mars. Target identified as an Earther Drone Thunderpike, only used by the human population of from the planet Earth.

The commander's fierce orange eyes lit with resentment as he recalled those hairless apes from the third planet of this solar system. They had been hell to fight with, costing Plutark valuable resources both in money and in vital materials to try and conquer that world. Its people, for all their faults, had turned out to be harder to kill than most races the Plutarkian Empire had ever run across. They had nearly lost the war against those Earthers, but in the end they had managed to defeat them through their own instinctual greed and a bit of treachery.

"Impossible!" The commander reasoned over the that displayed the young gunner's face. "Weren't all humans destroyed in the Plutarkian occupation of Earth!" He hit the button that terminated the link, enraged that the idiot had actually thought that there were any human beings left in the universe. But then, the commander caught himself suddenly as a faint memory drifted back to him. He rubbed his chin in thought, pondering on that impossible notion and yet…there could be no other explanation. How long ago had it been? Three? Five years ago? They had been the only Earther's to escape Earth after all, well… asides from those that the Plutarkians had kidnapped and sold into slavery.

"Hmm, I wonder….?" His mind pondered the impossibilities a moment more, then, if it were true, the possible rewards he could reap from this. The sweet satisfaction he would have himself for killing the last of the free human race. He quickly reactivated the com.link and growled out to the gunner, "Gunner, blow that ship to the seven scattered galaxies! NOW!!"

The man takes another bullet
He keeps them all within
He must seek, no matter how it hurts
So don't fool again

The heavy music of Metallica continued to play undisturbed as the conflict raged on, although its volume had been turned down considerably and was no longer blaring at the three women, although it was still loud enough to hear – not that they were paying any attention to it now.

Before the second blast even rocked the ship Carissa had jumped up and slammed her flesh fist down on the button to raise shields while Amy concentrated on trying to get the ship's engines responding again, but all the computer spat back out at her was 'negative' and 'error.' Luckily the shields were working, otherwise they would have been little more than a smoking pile of space debris above Mars.

He thinks the answer is cold and in his hand
He takes his medicine
The man takes another bullet
He's been fooled again

Once Carissa had done her part she pushed up and away from the sparking control panel as Charley jumped on over with a fire extinguisher and let loose with the foam onto the fire-hazard.

"Shoot!" Amy spat out in her typical tomboy voice as she pounded on the control board. "The engines are shot!" She twisted up and out of her chair, quickly crossing the space between her seat and the full-length windshield that revealed a nice bit of space to them, a furious scowl across her face. "Looks like somebody out there doesn't like us."

Charley and Carissa followed her over to the left side of the ship and peered out. Carissa folded her hands onto her hips, a look of disgust plastering her face, while Amy crossed her arms, her expression emotionless while Charley's took on a look of absolute loathing, her emerald eyes sparking with extreme prejudice.

Uncross your arms and take
And throw them to the cure, say...
I do believe
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em to it, say...
I do believe
I do believe

"Yeah." Carissa toned with a voice more feminine than her friends', but just as wearied and irritated. "Somebody's lookin' an awful like Plutarkians. I can almost smell them from here."

"Looks like we've cross with one of their Destroyers." Charley said, a note of eagerness filling her usually kind, yet wild voice as she started away from the window and over towards a seemingly empty wall. She opened up a hidden panel and entered in a quick key sequence into the control panel there. The entire sidewall slid open, revealing the hidden cash of weaponry there. Smiling like a demon, she reached over and picked up her favorite weapon out of them all – the hand-held laser cannon.

The lies tempt her and she follows
Again she lets him in
She must believe to fill the hollow
She's been fooled again

"Vap 'em!" Amy grinned out over to her friend as she spied and wisely appreciated the destructive capability of the weapon and of its extra potential in the hands of her friend.

Uncross your arms and take
And throw them to the cure, say...
I do believe
Uncross your arms now
Take 'em to it, say...
I do believe
I do believe

Charley threw the leather strap over her shoulder and flipped off the safety switch, charging the gun soon after and smiling a smile only a maniac could give. She lovingly patted the laser cannon like it was some loyal, obedient dog. "Whadda say we fry the fins off those stink-faces?"

"Do it!" Concurred the shade-wearing brunette of the group with a sweet grin beginning to break out across her stone-cold lips.

"One fish-faced barbeque coming up!" Charley crooned happily and dashed for the air lock.

They watched their wild redhead companion go as she took off for the air lock, then quickly Amy slipped back on over the controls, hoping to get them too respond to her at last. Carissa jumped on over to see what she could do to help.

Betting on the cure
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure
Precious cure

Charley picked up her red and gray helmet from beside her seat before she left and slammed it over her head. She then reached up and pressed a button on the side of her helmet that pulled back a strip on her helmet revealing a set of more buttons. By touch alone and memory, she slid her hand over and pressed the second button, then drew her hand back as the metal frame slid back over them and a blue force field fissled into existence over her face. The button she had pressed activated her 'Deep-space mode' on her helmet, allowing for her to breathe in otherwise unbearable areas.

And for the stunt she was about to pull, she was gonna need it.

Once inside the air lock she hastily slipped a leather belt strap around her waist that was connected back to the wall so that she, or any other occupant, was not to be ripped or jarred out into space upon expected air-lock failures. She then began entering in the sequence required to open the door out to space.

It was as she was working at it that the ships' internal com.line and monitor sparked to life in the room, broadcasting a picture of Amy's worried face in the corner of the air-lock room while her rough but anxious voice came over the end of the com.line, along with the music of Metallic, Cure, still playing softly in the background over the laser fire.

Betting on the cure
'Cause it must be better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure
Precious cure

I do believe

Charley, what are you doing? Wait for the air lock to decompress the air inside the ship back into the ship. Do you have any idea what'll happen if you open that door before–

Betting on the cure
Yeah it must be better than this
Need to feel secure
Yeah it's got to get better than this, this, this
It must get better than this
Betting on the cure
Yeah, everyone's got to have the sickness
'Cause everyone seems to need the cure

I do believe

Charley just grinned back up at the concerned face of her friend through her visor and hit the final button to open the bay doors. The last she saw of Amy's face was a look of horror, then what she thought was the beginnings of a scream forming her name, but the words were lost on her as the doors slung open and all the air was sucked right out of the room and into the dark vacuum of space. If not for the sling wrapped around her waist and the ends of it wrapped around some massive wheels back in the interior of the wall, Charley would have been sucked and flung out with the invisible air. As it was she made it only to the door and then was yanked brutally back by the catch system. She gave a grunt that echoed around the inside of her helmet, then half chuckled as she realized she couldn't hear Amy's voice and realized that it was because there was no air in space, which meant no sound, which meant no more of Amy's lectures.

Honestly, that woman needed to get out and have a good time. Stop worrying about so many things that were irreverent to the now. Speaking of the now…

Charley dropped her train of thought as she caught sight of the Plutarkian Destroyer that had tagged their ship. She lifted her foot up and pressed it against the edge of the door, then lifted the now weightless laser cannon up and took aim at the Plutarkian Destroyer just hovering some few dozen yards away.

Before she even had a chance to fire though, the gunner of the ship spotted her and shot two concentrated blasts her way. Charley saw the two fateful red laser blasts of energy coming her way and decided on two plausible routes within the span of a short second. Option one: return fire and get smeared across the side of the ship from the laser blasts powerful enough to decimate a ship, or Option Two: Jump back inside.

She opted for Option Two and dove back inside the ship, but in her frantic dive to get back into the safety of the ship she had accidentally tossed the laser cannon out in the depths of space, and before she had realized what she had done, she slammed her fist down onto the red 'close' button and was sealed off from the dark, black emptiness of space.

And not a moment too soon.

One of the blasts missed the ship, but the second struck the shield just as it resurrected itself back over that side. Though no damage was done the force of it rocked the ship and threw Charley from one side of the air lock to the other. She slammed into the opposite wall, already feeling bruised around the middle from the force of getting yanked by the safety noose around her waist and the gravity of empty space sucking her out against it.

Groaning, she slipped out of the noose and weakly slammed her fist against the open button and stumbled back into the command room, crashing a moment later onto the floor.

Strains of abused heavy metal wafted to her, and she lazily lifted her dizzy head up to the control board that hoisted the CD player, and met the back of Amy and Carissa's heads.

Oh poor twisted me
Oh poor twisted me
I feast on sympathy
I chew on suffer, I chew on agony

With a frustrated sigh, Amy twisted her head around and glanced over her shoulder to Charley as she came flying back into the room, landing flat on her face. Lucky for her she had her helmet on, or else she would have been nursing a broken nose. "Charlene, it works better if you shoot before the weapon flies out the door."

"Yea, well, um…" Charley grumbled as she pushed herself off the ground and removed her helmet from her head so they could hear her appropriately, "timings everything."

"So whadda we gonna do?" Carssia asked as she looked over towards Amy, a bit of a genuine fear shinning in her one good eye as the faint, plausible notion of being recaptured by the Plutarkains entered it.

"Well, that's easy darling," Amy said with a half-hearted chuckle, "that last blast rocked us too close to Mars's atmosphere and we've substained damage to the engines."

"Yeah, so?" Charley buzzed, not at all as knowledgeable in the workings of the cosmos as her friend was.

A grim smile plastered itself across Amy's face as she explained it quite simply for them both to understand, while Charley hurried forward and dropped down into her seat. "We're going down! So buckle up ladies, its gonna be a bumpy ride!"

With that her fists tightened onto the handlebars of the ships' steering as the ship took a plunge down towards the red sands of Mars' surface, caught up in its weak gravitational pull. The whites of her knuckles shown through as she tried hard to regain control of the steering, but the ship simply refused too respond. Carissa and Charley had already locked their seat belts over them. Amy's was already on.

Swallow whole the pain
Oh it's too good to be
That all this misery
Is just for oh poor twisted me

As the brunette Earther wrested for control of the ship Carissa and Charley sat in their seats, wide-eyed as they watched the ground of the red planet get closer and closer. Both were holding onto the nearest thing they could find, Carissa her seat, and Charley the dashboard in front of her.

As they broke through into the atmosphere of Mars the vessel began to heat up. They could see the air outside their vessel whistle and scream around them in a fiery gold, orange, and red fireball at their descent. If it hadn't been for the force field then they would have been boiled from the heat of reentry.

Carissa pressed her one good eye closed as she felt her heart get lodged up in her throat, her stomach soon following as the sensation of being on a roller coaster came to mind, though, unfortunately, this coasters track wasn't finished. And she could only guess what was soon going to happen if Amy couldn't get the ship to pull up.

As if fate was confirming the death-images in her mind, she heard a thundering explosion towards the back of the ship and was abruptly lurched forward. Throwing open her good eye, she caught both Amy and Charley just in time as they two were thrown forward from the explosion, then as Charley was thrown back she caught her frightful gaze and smiled- smiled hugely. "Immediate destruction! What a rush, huh Carissa!"

Carissa just stared at her friend dumbly, too speechless and amazed at just how crazy Charley really was.

Poor mistreated me
Poor mistreated me
I drown without a sea
Lung fills with sorrow, lungs fill with misery

"Dang it!" Amy growled as sharply turned to Carissa, saying as quickly as she could and as calmly as she could manage despite her own fear swelling up inside of her. "Carissa, get 'em ready to eject! We're fleeing this floundering bird!"

"Greatest thing I've heard you say all day!" Carissa said as she lunged froward and pounded a key sequence into the still-functioning control panel. All three of them looked back over their shoulders, waiting breathlessly for yet another secret door to slide on open at the farthest end of the room. As soon as they saw that the door was lifting, Charley and Carissa unbuckled their seat belts and carefully, and yet as quickly as they could, retrieved their helmets from under their seats and headed for the back.

Unable to give up just yet though, Amy yanked down once more onto the steering bars, praying to whatever all-power would listen will all her heart that the ship would finally let up and obey. Much to her pleasure she was rewarded with an abrupt release and the ship pulling up and leveling.

"Yeees!" She cried out, but as she tried to soften out their descent the gears locked up again and her spirits flat-lined. Her face turned stony grim once more. "Well, bought us a bit of time." She mused as she briefly examined the never-ending expanse of red sands beneath them. But her mood quickly changed as she her eyes followed the landscape too the horizon. The dunes began to flatten out, thinning into flatlands that were broken up by miles upon miles of aimlessly strewn rocks. And beyond that was what made her voice hitch in alarm, what made her shades slip down the bridge of her nose to reveal her frightened hazel eyes as she continued to say, "But not much!"

Quickly rising up to greet their ship was a massive crack in the red earth, spreading outward and soon consuming the whole horizon with its vast, rugged, and cracked depths. It was a horizon-endless trench, a ravine, a canyon system of continental proportions, filled with valleys, side canyons and other rock protrusions that would tear their ship apart.

Inhaling the deep dark blue
Oh woe is me
Such a burden to be
The poor mistreated me

To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
The sea was warm
So warm, you bathe your soul again
Bathe it again, and again, and again

Hastily she flung herself out of her seat and joined her two friends at the back of the command room, who had seen the scene too and looked as frightened as her. "We're leaving, NOW!!" Amy called out in alarm as she pumped her way to them, helmet in hand. "Before we leave the surface behind!"

As they gathered before the secret door as it lifted up into the folds of the spaceships roof, they found their nervousness began to melt away as they laid their frightened eyes upon the three wonderful machines it hide within.

Three gleaming motorcycles.

Carissa thrust out her bionic hand as Amy tried hurrying past them to get onto her bike, her helmet already on and a yellow force field covering her face. The brunette looked at her friend as if she were crazy for even holding her back, but the defeated look in her eyes caused her to check her own inner fears.

"Too late for daring escapes this time, Amy. Look. We'll be over in three seconds at the rate we're going, and then descending straight into it."

Amy twisted her head around and gazed back through the windshield and realized, with a sinking heart, that her friend was right, but she refused to give up hope. "We might not be able to escape successfully from this old bird, but let's see if we survive the crash! Charley, Carissa, helmets on and take a seat. Let's see how far we can get."

"Got it." Carissa said as she slipped her helmet on over her head and held down the button on the side of it. A purple force field fissiled into existence.

"And…" Amy spoke once more, softer and kinder than her normal tone, "I-I better find you two still with me when we land."

"Pth!" Charley cockily spluttered as she waved aside Amy's words. "Of course we will! You can't get rid of us this easily!"

Amy eyed Charley wearily, but with a bit of a smile as the redhead thrust her own helmet on her head, a daredevil 'I'll-survive' grin, and started for the chairs. Amy and Carissa followed their taller companion, glad that when their own spirits seemed to fail, Charley never let them die.

To finally reach the shore
Survive the storm
Now you're bare and cold
The sea was warm
So warm, you bathe your soul again

Good to see my friend
Oh woe is me
Such a burden to be
Oh poor twisted me
Oh poor twisted me
Oh poor twisted me

Like the fated phoenixes that knew that they must soon burn and die to be revived, the three walked back to the controls with the knowledge in mind that they were akin to the glorious birds of fire. That they, over the course of their short life, had burned brightly and fought on hard and viciously, had given life a good run. But now, faced with their own impending deaths, they stood courageous even then as they had before in the war back home, in other circumstance that seemed undefeatable yet that they had overcome. They remained in control, at the helm, unwilling to surrender, even if they weren't sure that they would be able to arise anew from the destruction of this pile of ashes.

Seating herself and buckling up, Amy's hand snapped out and pressed the 'next' button on the CD changer as the next song on their Metallica-Load CD began to start up – Wasting my Hate. That wasn't a song she wanted to hear in what could have been their final moments together, so instead she pressed the 'next' button on the CD changer, skipping to the next CD entirely, then, she skipped ahead to the end of the CD.

Carissa and Charley took their own seats and buckled in, ignoring her. They only turned their attention to her when the familiar slow, sad strum of an electric guitar sparked from the stereo system. The two instantly recongized the song and couldn't help but smile sadly at Amy in silent appreciation, friendship, and devoted loyalty.

Lost it on a chesterfield

Or maybe on a gambling wheel

Lost in it a diamond mine

It's dark as hell and hard to find

Well you can climb to the top of the highest tree

You can look around but you still won't see

What I'm looking for

Where the good times gone

Where the good times gone

All that stupid fun and all that shit we've done

Where the good times gone

Well I still don't know

Amy took hold of the steering bars and began to pull on them hard with an aura of calmness about her-though inwardly she worried- over the pillar of stone rising up to great them. Pushing and pulling with all her might, she hoped against hope that her uncanny lucky streak hadn't failed her yet, and that the ship would respond. Her hands wrapped around the steering bars and pulled to her left with all her strength. Carissa and Charley were soon beside her, helping her with their own strength to pull the ship aside and avoid the head-on collision that would end their life in a flash.

Under the pressure of all their strength combined, the steering gave in and the ship responded swiftly, not that it was good enough. The shield still hit the rock wall and shattered it, as well as the shields, in a roar of noise and racket that attacked their ears and made them cringe.

The force of the side-on collision by their force fields sent them spinning through the air, a fireball, with emergency lights blaring and flashing bright crimson red into their faces as they crashed into the side of the ravine wall and hideously ground down along its length, falling further, deeper, into the black opaque inkiness of the misty ravine.

Out in the back in the old cornfield

Underneath the tractor wheel

Thought I'd dig 'till I found it first

Broke my back and died of thirst

Well you can bribe the devil, you can pray to God

You can sell off everything you've got

And you still won't know

Where the good times gone

Where the good times gone

All that stupid fun and all the shit we've done

Where the good times gone

And you still don't know

"I never planed to die this waa-hay-yeeeah!" Charley screamed out above the cry of the ships klaxon alarms, the song, above the dull roar of the broken ravine side as they slammed along down its length, and the hideous, ear-splitting, sickening sound of metal scrapping against rock and being ripped apart, scarred, and melted by the extreme heat of their descent.

Charley's final word was nigh unhearable as the ship smashed into an outcropping and sent the vessel spiraling down into the darkness as black and all consuming as space itself. Carissa screamed, Amy screamed, and Charley soon followed as they plummeted into the depths of the alien worlds' interior, surely to never hit ground but instead a molten core.

Saw it on the silver screen

Preacher says "don't know what it means"

Last page down in a comic book

Bought me a map, told me where to look

It ain't carved of stone or made of wood

And if you pay for it then it ain't no good

And you still won't know

What I'm looking for

Where the good times gone

Where the good times gone

All that stupid fun and all the shit we've done

Where the good times gone