Hawk Vision
Chapter one: Dark and stormy nights
Yeah, this is my first Fanfic, so be nice please.
I own nothing except for my OC and random cyclonians. Consider yourself disclaimed.
"It was a dark and stormy night, and all the stars were bright, and the captain said to Nemo, Nemo tell me a story and Nemo said…" "SHUT UP FINN!" cried Aerrow, Piper, and Junko who were sitting around a table on the Condor. "That's the millionth time you've repeated that!" said Aerrow. "Look at poor Radarr sitting on the floor." For Radarr was crouched up with his hands on his head, trying to not listen to Finn's endless story. "Well fine then." said Finn, pouting "who wants to hear 99 Bottles of Beer on the wall?" But the rest of the crew had already run from the room, desperate to find peace and quiet in the solace of their own rooms. Finn looked around sadly and wandered back to his own quarters.
The crew (with the exception of Stork, who was piloting the condor) was sleeping soundly. That is, until the alarms went off. Personally made by Stork, the many alarms consisted of beeps, buzzes, and a loud voice screaming, "Doom is nigh! Doom is nigh! Needless to say, this was enough to get the crew awake. After much rushing around and frantic activity, the crew was staring blearily eyed at Stork who was talking about the newest threat to their survival. "Um yeah, there's a bunch of Cyclonian's inbound and I don't think they're here to say hi." "Then lets take the fight to them!" exclaimed Aerrow, slamming his fist on the table. "Stormhawks, lets fly!" The crew bolted for their skimmers (and in Pipers case, heliscooter thingamabob) and took off. Aerrow sped towards the cyclonians, who were of course headed by DarkAce. Finn headed towards a smaller group of cyclonians and started taking shots at them. Piper and Junko headed towards the cyclonian carrier that was floating over the scene, intent on stemming the tide somehow. Aerrow sped towards a cyclonian, dipped under him and sliced open the control box. The cyclonian had a look of bemusement on his face as his ride fell out from under him. Aerrow set to work on the dauntingly large squad before him.
Meanwhile on the Condor, Stork was looking at the tools arrayed before with a puzzled expression. He picked up the communicator and turned it on. "Guys, there's an unidentified object coming in, it doesn't appear to be Cyclonian OR Sky Knight. Be on the lookout for it whatever it is". Turning off the COM, stork muttered darkly to himself "Bet its evil and wants to eat us"
Huh?" said Finn to himself as a dark shape hurtled by him, landing on one of the cyclonian skimmers. Finn heard a yelp and saw the pilot fall off and open his parachute. Whoever had just stolen the skimmer rocketed towards the fleet of cyclonians before them. Finn just looked on with a confused look on his face, unsure weather to fire or not. He was jolted out of his thoughts by the presence of a squad of cyclonians shooting at him. "Here we go again." thought Finn with an audible sigh as he veered back into the fray.
Aerrow wasn't faring so well. He had multiple cuts on his face and burns from where energy blasts had barley missed him. He flew by a Cyclonian, knocking the henchman out of his skimmer. Aerrow groaned inwardly as yet another squadron of Talons detached themselves from the pack and veered towards him. At this rate it would take forever to defeat this large invasion force. Aerrow heard a crackle in the air behind him and jumped out of the way as a red blast cut through the air where he was just flying moments before.
"To many Talons for even the Stormhawks to handle eh?" Aerrow turned around to see Dark Ace sneering at him. "That's where you're wrong," muttered Aerrow as he activated his energy blades and grappled with the evil general. "I see you've grown stronger since we last met." Dark Ace said angrily. "I'm always strong enough to beat you!" Aerrow wheezed. "Oh really?" the Dark Ace muttered and swung his blade at Aerrow's arm. The force of the impact knocked Aerrow to the floor of his skimmer. The dark ace raised his blade high above his head, and was going to bring it down when suddenly a skimmer crashed into him, knocking Dark ace off. The unnamed pilot was coming back for another run, and Aerrow noticed it had the cyclonian insignia on it. "Rouge Cyclonians maybe?" thought Aerrow as the skimmer opened-fire on the squadron around him, knocking many cyclonians off their rides. Aerrow clambered back onto his skimmer and entered the fray once more, thinking how well Piper and Junko were doing.
Which was not very well. Junko had accidentally opened up a door to a room filled with cyclonian's and was now in the process of trying to beat them off. Behind him, Piper was attempting to hack the Cyclonian cruiser's computer and shut it down. "Almost…got it!" Piper yelled triumphantly. "Um, does that mean we can go now?" asked Junko as he punched yet another cyclonian into the growing heap of dazed soldiers nearby. "I think so" said Piper, as she looked at the battle raging outside. "Ok." said Junko and turned up the power in his knuckle busters. "What are you doing?" asked Piper but she never got an answer because Junko punched through the floor beneath them and fell down into the hanger below them. "Great plan Junko, but how did you know that we were above the hanger?" asked piper as she revved up her heliscooter. "I didn't." stated Junko simply as he took off from the hanger, closely followed by a very confused Piper.
Back on the Condor, Stork had finally managed to get the energy cannons working and was turning the tide of cyclonians ever so slowly. He saw the rest of the tired crew heading back and positioned the Condor so they could land. He noticed a cyclonian skimmer behind them and aimed the cannons at it but was interrupted by a burst from the radio. " Stork, don't fire at the person behind us," said Aerrow's voice "its an ally." "Which will probably eat our faces off and replace them with mind-draining larva" muttered Stork as he turned off the radio transmitter.
Out on the deck Aerrow was looking at the strange figure that was wearing a long cloak as it got off its skimmer. "Thanks for the help" began Aerrow but was cut off by the figure that stated in a voice like that of a boy in his teens, "Well, you're welcome. But if you REALLY want to thank me, could you give me private lodging for the night? I cant really go anywhere at the moment." the boy pointed at the Cyclonian skimmer behind him which was fizzling and sparking, obviously broken. "Um, sure" said Aerrow as he walked into the Condor wondering who this strange person was.
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