Junko's Mistake

Junko sat on the edge of the Condor, admiring the clear sky and cotton clouds that sifted peacefully through the air. His mind was clear; almost too clear following the events of the night before. He hammered his fists together and listened to the echo of metal rebound from the distant cliff tops. His short dark hair blew aside as a calming wind shot past. Finn casually approached his buddy with a silver spanner in hand.
"Hey Junko, what're you doing out here?"
Junko broke away from his strange admiring trance and glanced up at the sharpshooter.
"Oh...Uh... I just... I'm not sure..."
Finn glared at Junko's blank stare, turning the metal object through his fingers.
"Well, Aerrow asked me to ask you to take a look at his skimmer... Something about lose jets... Anyways, I'll leave you to it dude." Finn spun the spanner through air and walked away boastfully leaving Junko to catch the important trinket.

Junko scanned every inch of Aerrow's skimmer and found no such problem. All the jets were operational, every nut and bolt was firmly in place. He rubbed the spanner against his head, bemused by the request.
Without warning a violent grumble erupted from Junko's stomach.
"Uh...I guess it's time for lunch." He held his stomach, slightly embarrassed, although there wasn't one person in sight to fault him. He made his way away from the skimmer bay and to the kitchen to raid the fridge for the day.
The door swung open. A realm of food delights awaited him. "Mm..." Junko rubbed his stomach, licking his lips gleefully. He reached out for a handful of what looked like a tainted gloop in a cup at the back of the fridge. He began to imagine the sensational taste of the sticky fruit against his tongue.
"Junko, let's go! Cyclonians!"
"Wha-" Finn grabbed Junko's wrist and hauled the Wallop to the Skimmer bay, directing him to his emerald skimmer. Junko checked that he had a good supply of Turkey Burps in hand and climbed aboard, following his leader Aerrow to the outside world, where several dark silhouettes approached rapidly.
"Finn, you take the two on the left. Junko I want you to deal with those elites." Aerrow had his own plan to take down the only truly dangerous figure: The Dark Ace.

Finn raced ahead, readying his energy crossbow. He loaded an arrow, tipped with a vibrant blue crystal and caught the attention of the opposition. Three Cyclonians hurtled toward him. Finn took aim and shot once as a warning. The Cyclonians were persistent and raced toward the childish threats that continued to pour from Finn's crossbow.
Aerrow raced toward his opponent, lacking no confidence whatsoever. The only question running through his mind was, 'who would be the first to blink?' He knew after so many battles, even the Dark Ace would have been tired of this game, but it was all part of his master plan. The Dark Ace grimaced once again as Aerrow hurtled toward him.
Junko took his chances flew straight through a thicket of Elites. He darted upward above the heads of the dumbstruck Cyclonians and let several Turkey Burps go. They fluttered through the air and gracefully landed on the bemused pilots below. Junko glided over a black cloud of smoke and toward his buddy Finn. "Need a hand?"
"Nah! The Finnster has everything under control!" Finn took aim once again and shot the engine of one of the switchblades. It plummeted to the wastelands, leaving the pilot no choice but to parachute his way away.
"Chica-cha!"
Junko hovered over the two remaining Cyclonians and dropped two more bombs. They perished instantly.
"Yeah!" he yelled. The two Storm Hawks started a victory glide back to the condor leaving only Aerrow to face the Dark Ace alone, as he always insisted. They watched intently from the skimmer bay.
Neither the Dark Ace nor Aerrow refused to blink. Their deaths seemed imminent. But after all, this was part of Aerrow's master plan. With a large amount a distance between the two pilots Aerrow let his engine take off. "Hold on Radarr." Radarr took hold of his co-pilots seat and waited anxiously for the next part to his leader's plan. Aerrow grinned once again, closing the gap between good and evil one last time.
Junko glanced to the ground where Aerrow's skimmer had sat previously. His heart sank. The events to follow were caused by his hand. Junko felt the guilt inside bubble through his throat. He could barely watch as his leader left a trail of black smoke in the sky, plummeting into the wastelands with great speed. The Dark Ace laughed grimly. Finn ran to the edge of the runway, watching his leader fall in style. Piper raced into the bay.
"What're you guys doing!?"
Junko felt paralysed. The thought provoking item where Aerrow's skimmer had once rested glared at him, forcing him to believe he had carried out the work of Cyclonians. Piper sighed despairingly and rushed to her heliscooter, but it was too late. Aerrow was long gone. The wastelands had consumed him, Radarr and the skimmer.