Okay so first things first: This sucks. I mean it, this was written 20 pages in about 20 minutes. There's virtually no story structure at all, and it jumps all over the place. Everyone is seriously out of character, and only one with reason.

This is a daydream written out because I actually kind of liked the idea. So it's all pleasure and no sense. I'm putting it on this profile simply because I never intended to post it because it sucks that much but I kind of changed my mind.

Rated for blood and violence. You've been warning: Very OOC.

Two groups of skimmers crashed into each other, blades swinging, battle cries shouted and the cries of those already wounded echoing across the battlefield.

It was Storm Hawks versus Cyclonians.

How they'd been found the teen squadron would never know. One minute they'd been relaxing on the Condor's flight deck the next racing to their skimmers as the ship's alarms sounded.

The Cyclonian battle airships had literally appeared from nowhere, rising out of the clouds to the left of the legendary Condor.

Stork faced the three giant ships alone in the Condor as the others took their skimmers to fight the Talons already on their sky rides.

Aerrow was battling, not the Dark Ace who was surprisingly absent from this attack, but the twenty-odd Talons who weren't fighting his teammates.

He sliced another of their skimmers in half with an exhilarated laugh. He high-fived his copilot, turned back to the controls and pulled up, climbing swiftly above the second layer of clouds that covered their world.

The Talons looked around in bewilderment; they'd been too busy staring after their defeated comrade to see him fly into the cloudbank.

With out making more than a muted thud, Aerrow dropped onto another of the Talon's rides and jabbed one of his energy blades into the engine. Smiling at the Talon he leapt onto another skimmer and did the same.

The first Talon cried out, warning his fellows of Aerrow's plan. They scattered, Aerrow left to dangle perilously on the wing of yet another Cyclonian skimmer. The Talon whose ride he was on stood up to fight, swaying as the turbulence rocked the unmanned airship.

Aerrow, who was perfectly comfortable and used to battling this way, just climbed up, smiled at him and attacked with his twin blades.

The Talon blocked his attack, and lunged with his staff, aiming at Aerrow's right shoulder. Aerrow dodged and struck again but before he could hit the Talon another skimmer crashed into theirs, knocking them both off balance. Aerrow's ruined attack hit the skimmer's engine, piercing through the metal. And with a horrible whine the engine cut out and the ride began a steep, dangerous dive into the Wastelands.

Radarr, seeing this, flew Aerrow's skimmer over to falling sky ride hoping that his Sky Knight would jump to safety. The Cyclonian bailed onto one of his comrade's skimmers and they turned around to fire at Radarr. Unable to help his friend, whose glider seemed to have been damaged at some point in the battle and would not open, Radarr was forced higher and higher as more Cyclonians flew between the Storm Hawks and their falling leader.

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Aerrow watched as his friends were forced away from him by the Cyclonians. It was an odd sensation to say the least, feeling the wind in your face and seeing the ground rise up to meet you and being unable to control your decent. He'd never felt fear in the air or when he was falling and he did not feel it now. Instead it was more of a pang of loneliness as he plummeted farther away from the only family he had.

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"Aerrow!" Piper shouted desperately as she watched her leader and friend disappear into the clouds. Through her panic and fear she noticed that Aerrow still didn't look afraid. Did he ever get scared? He was standing tall on the wing of the destroyed ride, staring, it seemed, back into her eyes.

We'll find you. You won't get hurt and we'll find you, Aerrow!

She turned back to the Talons in front of her, letting all of her emotions fuel her strength for the sooner they defeated the Talons the sooner they could look for Aerrow. She let out a blast of energy from her staff, wiping out ten Talons at once.

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He hit the ground hard, the force knocking him unconscious. The broken sky ride landed a few feet away, the flying debris barely missing him. He was spread-eagled on the edge of a barren, dusty little ledge along the underside of Atmosia.

Few things lived on there, mostly insects and plants, except for in the cave. The cave was centered in the middle of the ledge, looking east toward where the Sky Knight had fallen. Two eyes peered out of the darkness, studying the boy whom luck had favoured to land on this tiny stretch of ground. But then again, as a pale hand reached across the twilight shadows to grasp the boy's arm, maybe he wasn't so lucky.

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"We have to go look for him! Why are you all just standing there? Let's go!"

"Piper, it's getting dark out, we'd never find him."

"We can't leave him!"

"Junko's right, we need to store the fuel we have to go check in the morning, when it's light! We have to fix the Condor now, before we lose her. Aerrow can last the night, the ship can't."

Screeching in frustration as she was forced to accept what the guys were saying, Piper turned and left the bridge, heading toward the hanger bay; anything to keep her busy so she couldn't think about abandoning her Sky Knight.

Radarr followed her silently until they reached her heli-scooter. He scampered up the ride and onto Piper's shoulder, where he usually sat on Aerrow's. He whined at her.

"I know. I'm sorry…it's just…we're just leaving him there! We're not helping Aerrow any!"

He whined again, shaking his head.

"I know! It's dark and we can barely fly, but it doesn't feel right leaving him."