Hmm, I should have posted this story when I had posted the other two, but I got distracted by other series. I hope there's nothing too similar already up.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Storm Hawks.
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Aerrow and Piper watched as Stork kept the Condor going forward as he avoided fire from a Cyclonian ship that had decided to take up pursuit minutes earlier.
"How are you holding up Stork?" Aerrow asked.
Stork kept his eyes staring straight ahead as he remained focused on steering the ship out of danger. "How do you think?" The Cyclonians were getting better with their aim. Stork needed to focus on the matter at hand, not be distracted by questions with obvious answers.
Aerrow." Piper whispered, pulled him off to the side.
"What?" Aerrow questioned, turning to face her.
Piper held a finger up to her lips, "Shh, let Stork concentrate. You don't want us to get hit or crash, do you?"
Aerrow fell silent as he resumed watching Stork guide the Condor skillfully. Aerrow couldn't help but think that Stork didn't look too well. But that could have been because of the potential danger of being hit with Cyclonian fire or because the wind had picked up, making steering much more difficult. Still...
An alarm began to blare shrilly, and Aerrow dashed to see if there were more enemies closing in on them.
Stork stopped the red haired sky knight before he could get any further, "Don't bother, that alarm just means that the Condor is in danger of being thrown off course."
"What do you mean? How can we be thrown off course if the ship is going straight?" Aerrow asked in response.
"Uh...that." Stork pointed out the front of the ship.
"A hurricane? Where did that come from?" Piper exclaimed in surprise, before grabbing the nearest railing to prevent herself from falling over as the Condor suddenly began to be buffeted by much stronger winds of the oncoming hurricane.
"Wah! What's going on?"
Aerrow glanced backwards from where he too was clinging to a railing. Finn and Junko had entered the room, but had been promptly knocked off their feet by another jolt. Radarr, who had been wandering around the Condor, scrambled across the shaking ship deck and latched himself onto Aerrow's right shoulder.
"What's are status, Stork?" Aerrow questioned, preparing himself for a doom and gloom response. He wasn't disappointed.
"Oh, it's not good. I can barely keep the Condor on course and avoid Cyclonian fire. It's only a matter of time before I lose control of the ship. After which we will most likely meet out doom, in which I hope to be unconscious before it happens," Stork responded sullenly, struggling to keep the Condor from going into a barrel roll.
"Aren't you happy today," Finn grumbled from his place on the floor (which he had deemed the safest place on the ship, for now).
"Is there any way to land safely?" Aerrow wondered.
"If the Cyclonians back off, then a crash landing or a manual landing are the choices," Stork paused, eye twitching," Both of which are likely to be very...painful..."
"Piper, can you tell which Terra we're nearest to?" Aerrow asked.
Piper shook her head, "We'll have to wait and see. We've already been thrown off course with the Cyclonians attacking us. With this storm, we'll be even further away from Terra Neon."
"Um, guys?"
"What is it Junko?" Aerrow glanced down at the ground where Junko was laying down next to Finn.
"Should the ship be angling like this?" Came the nervous reply.
"Stork?" Piper asked in concern.
Stork was currently struggling to keep control of the ship. He didn't answer, instead focusing everything on keeping the Condor from going into a nose dive.
A blast from the Cyclonian ship changed that. It blew a hole in the Condor, showering everyone in the ship with debris from where all of them had fallen from the shock wave.
The Condor, without a pilot, began to rock back and forth crazily. The Cyclonian ship angled away, to avoid being caught in the storm.
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Aboard the Condor, everyone grabbed onto something as the ship went into a nose dive.
Aerrow thought it was going to crash, but was surprised when the ship began to level out. Aerrow glanced up and saw that Stork was back at the helm and struggling to regain control. Aerrow was worried more about the merb than the ship at the moment, as it appeared as though the debris from the Cyclonian ship's blast had injured him. Aerrow couldn't do anything, because Stork suddenly angled the ship sideways and Aerrow was thrown against something, knocking him out.
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I'll be able to post a few chapters close together, since nearly half the story is already written out.
