Oh lovely, lovely Cyclonis. For now you are my happiness…, but sadly, I do not own you or any other Storm Hawk's characters. That is Nerd Corps.
This story is a work of fiction. Fan fiction, to be precise.
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She wasn't angry. In fact, she wasn't even upset. No, not even the tiniest bit of disappointment darkened her lovely face. But that, my friends, is what frightened her loyal knight, Dark Ace, the most.
Dark Ace had returned yet again with a failed mission. Though this one had been the simplest of tasks! All he had to do was retrieve a few Engine Crystals, but, low and behold, it seemed as though the despicable Storm Hawks had coincidentally needed new ones.
A fight ensued, leaving Dark Ace and his few comrades in such a condition that is was hard to even escape. No one died, of course. Even if they did, they were replaceable. Not that Cyclonis wanted that to happen…, but I digress.
These failures had been increasing at a rapid pace. It needed to stop and stop now.
Cyclonis, surveying her dark champion, let no emotion seep into her face. She let out a troubled sigh and began her sentence.
"It seems as though you've failed again," She spoke quite calmly despite the circumstance. She watched Dark Ace's eyes fall to the ground, and his fist clench then unclench. "Can you tell me why, Dark Ace? Hm?"
"The… Storm Hawks have become more and more troublesome. I have the capability of defeating them, but they keep adding to their list of comrades. Everywhere we turn there names are being shouted with a sense of admiration. It's like a horrible disease," He muttered darkly.
"How do you suppose we fix this infection?" Cyclonis asked, gazing intently at his face. He looked up and met her gaze. "I'm supposing your silence is quite deliberation. Tell me, Dark Ace, have you a clue?"
He said nothing, only stood there, motionless now. There was a quite silence.
"Follow me," Cyclonis ordered, and began walking towards the large doors that led out of her throne room.
"Might I ask where we're going?" Dark Ace asked, glancing in every direction but still keeping pace. She ignored his question. A few Talons past by, only to be stopped my Cyclonis's hand.
"Where is Ravess?" She questioned one, a tall young man with dark eyes and even darker hair.
"She went out patrolling, Master Cyclonis," The man said, the utmost respect toning his voice. "She should be arriving back at the Landing Strip any minute now." She nodded her thanks, and the man gave a quick bow in return. His companions followed suit. They then turned to leave.
"A pity not all Talons can be that respectful and fearless," Dark Ace felt so bold to say. He made a mental note to find the name of this man and add him to his not particularly specific list of people to take on important missions.
"Hm," Cyclonis merely said. They continued on towards the Landing Strip, both incredibly silent.
Even before they arrived they found Ravess screaming at one of the younger Talons. She turned briskly and came face to face with her leader. Immediately, she straightened.
"M-master Cyclonis, what are you doing near Docking Area?" she tried her best to smile pleasantly.
"I require your Switch Blade Elite, Ravess." Both Dark Ace and Ravess gaped.
"W-what?" Ravess asked stupidly.
"I. Need. To. Use. Your. Ve-hic-le," Cyclonis drew out the words slowly, as if talking to a particularly stupid child. "I will not ask politely again."
"O-Of course, Master Cyclonis," Ravess stammered, almost completely wetting her pants. She didn't dare ask what for, but only pointed a trembling finger to where her ride sat.
Not bothering to say any thanks, mostly because the likes of Ravess didn't deserve it, Cyclonis headed to the vehicle. "I'm going to made some miner adjustments," She told the others. With that she skillfully pulled apart the engine and adjusted it's fuel cell. "It should drain a lot less power flying now and use more to… well, let's just say it'll," she laughed, "pack a punch." She placed everything back together with amazing speed.
"And what is the point of this, Master?" Ace wondered aloud.
"It's so when I use this I won't need to worry about running out of fuel or getting blasted out of the sky. Ravess, I'll try and supply you with a new carrier, but I can't make any promises at the moment," Cyclonis smirked, still not facing them.
"B-but, Cyclonis!" Ace yelled.
Master Cyclonis turned abruptly, fire burning in her eyes. "If you cannot complete tasks, then I will make it my mission to do so for you. Nothing will ever get done if we do not go forward," she hissed, a dark undertone suddenly coating her words. "But don't worry," she added, "you and a few specific others will take part in these actions. I know not to go parading about on my own." At least, not anymore. Cyclonis thought bitterly, thinking back to her mishap as the role of Lark.
"Prepare yourself, Dark Ace. We are going head on into the storm."
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