In a world of Terras, the Storm Hawks try to discover why the Cyclonians are quiet. As they look, Others move forward with their plans and drag Atmos in with them. Will what awaits break our squad or will they fly out of these clouds as they have before? Slight AU, may grow as story progresses.


Aerrow suddenly rolled his 'cycle to barely dodge a Cyclonian energy blast.
Hmm, one of them can actually aim for once.
He twisted in his seat and with a flick of both his blades, threw a double-shot back at his chaser. Both shots hit with satisfying results, one tearing off a wing and the other shorting out the bike's main engine block. The teen watched with a small smile as the man fell a couple stories before he was saved by his 'chute.
But That took care of that problem.
He quickly turned his attention back to the small "ambush" some Cyclonians had set up, but it had mostly come to an end. Finn shot out the blasters and then the wings of the last three idiots still fighting and Junko was finishing tying up a handful of troops on the flat crag of rock they had apparently been using as a base of operations. Piper hadn't even bothered to leave the Condor when this rag-tag group attacked.
The, what, fourteenth time in three days? Certainly feels like it; if they could do more than just barely handle flying and shooting at the same time, they might have been a touch more successful this time.
The team had been flying along the far outskirts of Cyclonian territory for about a week before these raids had started up on them. Being so far from all the real fighting, probably more use to frightening off minor pirates than dealing actual Sky Knights, all the fighters seemed to have no idea what they were doing, just riding ancient skimmers and trying to look intimidating.

"Certainly haven't proven decent at this, have they?" he thought aloud. Radarr chattered back in agreement from his seat.

They were only flying around this area to make sure Cyclonis wasn't up to anything sneaky in her own back country; most activity around the front lines had quieted down a lot, making a few squadrons back home nervous and calling up the Storm Hawks for a few favors. Aerrow had to agree that the lack of movement on the Cyclonian side of the line was unnerving, but besides Piper, most of the team seemed to not care too much either way.
'It's merely a case of an Ingeltus mole-worm infection somewhere; it's after they start fighting back that we have to worry. We're fine though, I've got twelve cases of repellent spray that should tide us over when the droves start coming.'
'I like to think of it as them taking a break for a while. They aren't after us and we can have some fun for the moment, at least until Stork has another panic attack.'
'Either there are Cyclos to shoot or I get more time to nap. Seems like a win-win situation to me no matter what.'
Finn; I sometimes wonder if I dropped you off the Condor, would your ego make you bounce back up out of the Wastelands?
Aerrow landed a few feet away from Junko on the crag before walking over to him, Radarr a comfortable weight on his back.

"Anything this time?"

"Nope," the Wallop replied after finishing a knot, "a couple of crystal bolts, one crossbow and another currents map." Junko jerked a giant thumb over at a small pile of stuff, "Near as I can tell though, maps just like all the others and the other stuff seems just as old."

Aerrow just shrugged as he walked over to the mound for a look, "Finn can always take the heads; a few back-ups never hurt." Picking up a small pouch, he pulled out a map so old and worn, half the air currents shown on it were lost to age. A small bush rattled and Radarr growled, but nothing leapt out at them. He looked over at Junko's prisoners. One had a dent to the side of his helmet and seemed kinda groggy, the other three looked like they were in varying degrees of contemplation on throwing themselves over the edge to get away from Junko. He looked back at his friend.

"Where's you find the rope?"

"They used it to climb over a bad stretch of rocks. Figured once they get out, they could still use it to get back down."

Aerrow nodded and stared at the map again. He had looked over the edge; the crag was about six stories tall.
They certainly climb better than they fight . . . Thought that's still not saying much.

He stood back up. "Look, we can see you're not trained Talons and we are not here to rob you of anything. We just want to know if you'd heard of anything about what Master Cyclonis was doing." All he got as a reply was three silent shakes of the head and Dent-Head finally fainting. He rolled his eyes, kept the map, grabbed the bolts and returned to his skimmer.

"We just gonna leave them tied up like this?"

"Loosen a few knots if you wanna; their buddies will probably get back up here eventually to tie them loose sometime," was all he replied before he took off.

A few moments later, Aerrow landed on the flight deck of the Condor to find Finn polishing his 'bow. He tossed the bolts at him.

"Thought you could use a few more."

The blond inspected the crystal bolt for a few moments before prying the head off. "God, can't Cyclonian's make anything?" he replied, tossing the shaft into a small pile behind him.

The leader of the Storm Hawks shrugged. "Junko found another map," he said as he walked towards the hanger doors, "thought Piper'd want a look at it. Tell Stork to get moving again as soon as Junko's back."

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That night as the Condor flew on in its search, something moved in one of Junko's storage pouches on his skimmer. A small, lizard head popped out, then the rest of it and then it was gone, vanished among the shadows of the empty hanger. Little did the Storm Hawks and Aerrow know what they would have to deal with with a Vapor Viper onboard their ship.


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Well, a new story for me, with nice short chapters and something maybe for you guys to enjoy.
Comments, questions, ideas (though given this is chapter one, I'm unsure how fast those would pop up), concerns; all are accepted, though constructive is greatly appreciated. Would like 2 comments before moving on, even if they are "Your story sucks!".