Disclaimer : I don't own Biker Mice From Mars never have, never will. This is a fanfiction for fun purposes only please don't sue.

Author's Note: I can't remember what sparked my interest but it's not the new version of BMFM which I kinda stumbled across on the net. There are a few of my own original characters as well.

TEST

The planet was stripped and cold looking, the once green inviting land was now turning into dust. Many buildings had crumbled there were no civilians only who made it, were left with the task of fighting back. A base was built underground,hidden hopefully to never be found from those who would destroy it.

The underground base was filthy, rows of shelves adorned the corridors and everyroom. Make shift beds, medical equipment, food and water, and even clothes could be seen. A young woman was holding a photo smiling at it fondly as if she was remembering something from what seemed like a lifetime ago.

"I wonder do you remember me ? Do you still think about me as I think about you ? Are you living a happy life ?"
She whispered to no-one in particular a loan tear trailing down her porcelain cheek. She was quickly startled out of her thoughts.

"Ma'am Squadron A has just reported back in. Six dead, four majorly injured and three minor injuries have been reported from this mission."

Said a man wearing a green army uniform saluting with one hand the other placed straight at his side his legs firmly together. The woman quickly placed the photo on a nearby table and spun around to look at the man.

"Was the mission a success ?"

She questioned not even batting an eyelid.

"Yes Ma'am the RKBK401 is now in our possession."

The woman nodded her at the man.

"At ease, everyone deserves a well earned break. Those who died will go up on the board just like the rest."

The man put his arm down from saluting and left the woman once again alone with her thoughts. Her eyes peered down at the picture sitting on the table a small smile curved on her lips. The picture was of a white mutant mouse half his face covered in metal, smiling.

Meanwhile in another part of the base a young woman sits at a desk tinkering with odd contraptions. Her long brown hair tied back in a plait, her blue eyes concentrating as she twists another screw into place, her uniform also green.

A young boy the age of nine or ten bounces around the desk. His black hair dirty, his brown eyes dart from left to right.

"What are ya doin' huh ? Huh ?"

He questions barely able to contain himself.

"Would you be quiet ! The Commander wants this done by tonight, if possible which means I could be here for longer than I would like."

"Don't worry Sparks I will keep you company."

"Oh no you don't ! It's late Reeve you should be in bed and I'll never get anywork done with you around. Now scoot."

She gave him a little shove in the direction of the door.

"No fair!"

He protested but didn't put up a fight. Sparks slowly sat down once again at the table looking at the object in front of her, she wanted to shoot the blasted thing. It was about two thirty in the morning when she finally got the machine working. She wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her left hand that was covered with a black bandana. She got up and went to see the Commander.

The Commander was still at her desk her red hair swept across one shoulder, her green eyes focused on something in front of her. Sleep was the last thing on her mind at the moment, there was paper work to be done, a log to be filled and then personal time could come.

"Ma'am the RKBK401 is now fully operational, the co-ordinates have been set all that's left is your word."

Stated Sparks her left hand raised in a salute.

"At ease. Well Sparks I hope this works."

"So do I Ma'am. Do you think they'll come ?"

She questioned wondering why for the tenth time that day she trusted the woman before her.

"I hope so Sparks, otherwise we haven't got a chance in may proceed immediately."

Sparks saluted once again before walking out of the office it was going to be another long night, at least tonight she wasn't out on the field.