Life's Second Chance

Prologue: The Guys

      Deep within the weaving caverns, a groaning Ray sat up grudgingly. "Where am I?" She asked herself as she slowly pulled her frame to a sitting position.

      Eyes looked around to find red dusty walls and frowned. This place was definitely NOT the lab-the scent around her was dry, hot, and..gassy- almost like fuel. The light scent of burning fumes made her whip her eyes towards the only opening to hear the sound of voices. It wasn't a moment too long when she realized her eyes were unveiled and she could finally see!

      Clapping her palms against her cheeks wore an obvious look of surprise. The urge to see exactly what had happened to her became first priority. So, throwing her line of vision towards the arched opening, decided to run out of her bedding and find some sort of reflective object.

      To her disdain her body had fallen forward, but not because of weak knees, but because her ankles were shackled. Rolling onto her side pulled up to sit frowning. She then realized she was wearing a faded army green jacket and cargo pants. "O..kay.. I don't remember wearing those.."

      It was then a shudder went up her spine when the thought of males possibly dressing her up like a barbie doll crossed her mind. Moments later a looming shadow soon caught her attention, making her face shoot up to the source finding a large mouse of about sixteen years of age wearing army attire accented with a vest. His tuff of hair upon his head was brown with a streak of gold. She stared at him in distrust as he knelt down to meet her eye to eye. Unsure what to expect, the girl backed up in reflex. Sure this wasn't her first time seeing a Martian, but with all that had happened she couldn't help being a little skittish.

      "Don't worry, I won't hurt you." Came the young yet calm voice. There was some gentle familiarity about this mouse that set Ray's nerves at ease. Perhaps he was related to the one who had rescued her earlier.

      Seeing the girl cower, the youth extended a friendly hand, "I'm Rimfire..My Uncle Modo was the one who saved you," he added. When the girl took his extended hand he stood up helping her to her feet smiling when she'd responded, "I'm Ray Captain Ray of the Phoenix- Wraith Squadron." Her eyes looked around, ignoring the youth's obvious gawking canvas. Rimfire had heard of the batch, they were quite well known in combat-not one failed campaign up 'til date. He couldn't believe that their very attractive captain was standing right in front of him.

      The next request the girl made was quite odd, for instead of asking where she was like he'd expected, the girl had asked for a mirror. Raising a quizzical eyebrow. Rimfire led the dark haired girl over to his uncle's bike completely ignoring the fact she was dragging her chained legs around."This is the best we have at the moment," he chuckled regretfully.

      Seeing the girl quickly go down to the reflector's level, had to jump back a bit giving the girl space. With the dark haired girl's feminine figure masked with the army jacket he'd lent her, he could have sworn she looked a lot like Carbine from the back.

      "Yo Rimfire, whatcha doin?" Modo casually asked as he took his nephew in a headlock to rub his knuckles into the young male's skull. "You don't want Throttle catching you goggling at his girl now do you?" He teased.