I do not own Storm Hawks!
On with the Story!
"Mew…"
Dark Ace stopped and looked around. He could have sworn to have heard something over the rain. He paused, listening, his breathing settling from the night of drinking lightly with the guards. Keeping moral up was becoming a problem with those pesky Sky Knights.
"Mew…"
Dark Ace turned to the alley way, and walked in. There he found three kittens. One was black, and licking the wound on a golden furred kitten, that was crying piteously. A red haired kitten was pulling the remains of a box over to them, in order to provide shelter.
The Dark Ace snorted.
Grabbing the box, he turned it over and cleaned it out with brisk movements. The kittens tensed, but didn't flee and abandon the weaker golden one to him.
With a harsh yank, the Dark Ace removed his cloak and lined the box with it. Then he scooped up the yowling red kitten and dumped him in.
The black kitten followed, and the golden one was tenderly set in, mindful of its injuries.
The Dark Ace than resumed strolling through the rain to his temporary quarters on the most recent terra that Cyclonia had conquered.
The Storm Hawks had shown up, but a brilliant move from Ravess had the Cyclonian Talons separate the Storm Hawks from the local Sky Knight squadron. The Storm Hawks had fought them off long enough to evacuate the people, but in return, Ravess had slaughtered the local Sky Knight.
Dark Ace was impressed, and so was Master Cyclonis. She had called Ravess back to assign her a quadrant to look after that had whispers of infiltration.
She had left Dark Ace to stabilize the terra. That was okay with him, he hadn't lost to the Storm Hawks technically. They had fallen back without managing their objective- reclaiming the terra.
The Dark Ace arrived at his quarters, shifting the box to the side, he opened the door. A servant came forward to offer assistance. The Dark Ace shook his head and indicated for the elderly man to go to bed.
The man bowed and left.
The Dark Ace went to his room, and with the wave of a crystal, heated the room. He then fetched a jug of milk and a saucer. He proceeded to remove the black and red kittens, which mewed at him for removing them from their warm confinement, before tucking into the milk.
Dark Ace chuckled. The kittens were adorable and most likely abandoned in the hurry to escape the terra.
The Cyclonians actually made profit from selling abandoned animals on the black market, but these kittens deserved a more certain future.
Dark Ace pulled a hamper, much cleaner than the box, over. He lined it with a blanket and then turned it on its side so that the kittens could get in and out.
Then he left the room and came back with a healing crystal. He pulled the kitten up. The golden one was feisty. It mewed at him and swiped, obviously not liking being picked up. The other two heard him and came gallantly to his rescues- climbing on the Dark Ace.
Dark Ace chuckled, and blew crystal dust onto the kitten. The full crystal would probably repair the kitten too well and kill it.
The wound began to knit itself together, but it was the CRACK of bone resetting that made the Dark Ace pay attention.
He set the golden kitten down and watched it wobble around on its legs. Then the fire colored kitten started to push the saucer towards him.
Dark Ace sighed and pulled the saucer nearer to the healed kitten. The kitten immediately stuck its head into the milk, before pulling back.
"Mew!" Licking its lips, the golden one was rather…cute. The black haired one came over and began to wash the golden one. The ember colored one then proceeded to search the area. Dark Ace leaned back against the wall.
He could do with one night not spent in bed. Besides, he wanted to watch the kittens for a little…while….longer.
The Dark Ace nodded off.
A/N: Okay, I know this seems light and fluffy now, but once I figure out how to do a poll, I'm going to give you a few options.
1 Stork, Junko and Radarr rescue their friends (yes, I'll explain why they turned into cats from a transfiguration crystal later.)
2 The Cyclonians win and keep the Storm Hawks as their 'pets' who eventually form Stockholm Syndrome. Elements of Dark and creepy-BEWARE, THE STORM HAWKS ARE DOOMED IN THIS VERSION.
3 No idea why this is here. Maybe if I balance despair and humor. Rough times, happy endings.
So yeah, an idea that's been rattling in my head, and probably the weirdest to come out yet.
Random voice in my head- Weird? You made the Dark Ace like kittens. KITTENS.
Me- Well, he certainly wouldn't like chickens.
RVIMH- True.