Well finally! I actually found the original disk that contained the other parts of Untitled! Here it is, all you extremely patient MD:TAS fans!
A.S.D.A
Blindsided
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep
It was your typical ironic Southern California day- black angry clouds swirled overhead, making the citizens of Anaheim feel not unlike they were being smothered by a wool blanket. Making matters worse, the trapped heat created a haze; a fog that offered no relief of moisture. Any citizen who could was safely ensconced in the insulated and air-conditioned glass and metal structures, dreading the drive home.
The inhabitants surrounding the Pond were no different. WildWing Avian was watching the Weather Channel as he idly listened to his younger brother NoseDive arguing with his friend and teammate, Duke L'Orange, about the formers illegal keeping of a stray mutt he'd named Savior.
"He saved my *life* Duke!"
"Yea kid. What, he found you a Taco Bell coupon? Nope, sorry, gotta do better than that!"
"Oh, forget you Duke! C'mon Savior, ol' buddy," he cooed affectionately to the thin, gray canine, "Let's go get you some lunch."
"*Savior, hmph.*" Wing thought as Dive strode past, the dog at his heel. "Dumb name."
Little did he know how accurate it was.
It was then that Drake1's alarms went off, reminding them that villains don't bother calling the WeatherLine for updates. A quick glance proved what they already knew: Dragaunus' henchmen were in a high tech lab looking for some kind of equipment, most likely to power up the Raptor and ruin their game night off.
An old beginning, they'd been through it all before, but it had all gone downhill the moment they stepped into the Aerowing.
"NoseDive! You are *not* taking that damn mutt with you!" Wing growled as the blonde teen crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Uh-huh, big bro!! I'm gonna prove to you all once and for all Savior's a good addition to the team!"
"Tanya's allergic-"
"Have you even seen her sneeze once? Wait, don' answer that."
"Actually....he hasn't seemed to affect me.." Tanya said meekly. "But, y'know, I haven't been, uh, actually *around* the little guy. Hehe." She added quickly when she saw her leader's I-thought-you-were-on-my-side look.
"Little friend." Grin stepped up behind the duo, covering them in a menacing shadow. "Perhaps it is best you heed our leader's words."
"Forget it, Grinster! Go without me if you want, but we are a package deal." the youngest duck planted his feet firmly, meeting the gentle giant's stare.
"Oh, for the love of-" WildWing buried his face in his hand. "Fine. Fine! Bring the damn dog, but don't come crying to me if he gets hurt!" Empty threats, since they both knew he'd never let his only brother suffer alone.
"Thanks, big bro! He'll be really helpful, you'll see!"
"Yah right." he mumbled as he slid into his seat.
"Umm, WildWing?" a snuffly, uneasy voice piped up from behind.
"What is it, Tanya?"
"I, well, uh, hate to say this, but if this storm breaks while we're fighting Dragaunus, it could, y'know, has disastrous side affects!"
"Side...affects...?"
"No comm-links, navigational instrumentation, and possibly no weapons." she replied a bit shyly.
"Just what we need," he'd said, "To face ol' Lizard-Lips blind and defenseless." She smiled ruefully at him, and he shrugged. He knew his team had been through times just as tough, and pulled a miracle from the jaws of defeat. If only he'd gotten that stupid dog to stay home....
"Just do the best you can."
The battle had been almost rehearsal, with Dragaunus going on about world domination, Dive shooting his mouth off and needing his butt to be covered(once again) by Duke. *Wing chuckled softly as he watched Dive's sheepish look as Duke wrung him out for *his* attitude.
The Wraith and Siege had gotten enough energy to the Raptor to get it flying again. As it began to speed away with ore stolen equipment, the storm decide it couldn't hold it another minute. Sheets of water drenched the ducks in seconds, their natural abilities to shed water overshadowed by the sheer volume of the liquid.
"*Great*, and I already had a shower." quipped NoseDive as they scrambled into the Aerowing.
"Tanya, can we catch up?" WildWing asked the scientist, who was trying to see through her hairstyle, which had fallen like a disturbed quiche.
She flapped her hands in frustration, "Well, I-I think so, but it'll be, y'know, dangerous since the storm's wreaking havoc communications and much of the guidance systems. And this fog, it-it's getting worse."
"What about the weapons systems?," asked Mallory with a desperate edge to her voice.
"Still functional, but I well, I, uh, don't know for how long," was the apologetic reply.
"At least it's something," he assured her. No sense in pushing for more information now. She was only one woman, and the more plates she juggled, the likelier they'd all come crashing down. "We'll pull through if we have only spitwads."
And as it turned out, they didn't need spitwads, a little to NoseDive's regret. They had gotten close enough to the ship to punch a hole through its side, and everyone except NoseDive and Tanya made their way through the Raptor to stop Dragaunus. Unbeknownst to anyone, NoseDive had sent Savior after them.
"Dragaunus!"
"Ah, the Ducks." the evil dragon lizard snarled. "Like ants to a picnic, you still conspire to spoil my victory. I don't know how you managed to catch up with my ship, but I need no explanation to destroy you!"
"Can it, Lizard-lips! Hand over the device!" Wing shouted defiantly, fully aware that he was exposing them to the tyrant's mercy.
"The device?" Draggaunus' looked in mock confusion. "Device...oh, you mean those little trinkets from the lab!" he purred evilly. "Well, here they are! Help yourself!" he waved his scaly arm with a flourish over a pile of parts.
"Huh? What?!" cried Mallory. "WildWing, what's he trying to pull?" Before she could get a reply, Dragaunus' answered for him.
"But of course, you're probably referring to the electronic underground blasters. Well," he said in mock apology, "I'm afraid I've...misplaced them!"
"What are you getting at, you maniac? Where are they!?"
The answer came in the most sickening sound he would ever hear...
The rain had mixed with the hot, dry ground, creating a thick, steamy fog that made the world look like a scene from an X-files episode. He still couldn't remember how they had gotten back on the ground, but they did. He was physically ill when he saw the almost completely crumpled form of the Aerowing reaching out of the thick fog , surrounded by the rubble of the building it had collided into, sparks pouring out of it's cracks and fissures like some mechanical volcano.
"How could anybody survive that-," Duke started to say, before a glare from Mallory stopped him.
"C'mon, let's move it!" he shouted desperately, fighting back the fear and nausea. Firm arms held him back, and he turned to see Grin and Mallory.
"WildWing, there's no way we could know where they're buried in that mess, not with this storm," pointed out by Mallory, "We can barely see each other in this pea soup."
"NO, I can't leave them, I WON'T leave them to die!" He shouted as the storm carried away the tears from his eyes. But he knew as well as any of them the hopelessness of their situation. He had felt like a hatchling left alone for the very first time.
It was then he felt something wet and furry touch his hand, and looked down to see Dive's mutt-Savior-looking at him with an imploring look. An idea struck him. It was a long shot, but...
"Can you find them, fella? Do you how to find where they are?" He was shocked, to say the least, when the dog barked thrice, jumped up to lick his face, and ran towards the crash site.
"Follow him," he ordered, a slight hope rising within him. If they found them he swore that mutt would eat nothing but steak and Evian for the rest of his life.
The minutes stretched like eternity as Savior sniffed in the tainted ground, carefully avoiding the occasional outbursts from the broken wiring. Suddenly he paused, and began sniffing earnestly up one route. He began to howl urgently, guiding the rest of the team by sound to the bloody, tattered body of young NoseDive. A few moments later, he howled again, leading them to a large pile of rubble, one frail hand reaching out from underneath.
Tanya.
_._
WildWing almost kissed Klegghorn when he showed up just then with an ambulance and some squad cars, screaming bloody murder about the mess they'd created and the fact they chosen such lousy weather to do it in. He shut up as soon as he saw them, and with the help of Anaheim's finest, they quickly transported the two injured teammates back to the safety of the Pond's infirmary.
True to form, Dive had quickly recovered, but Tanya, who had been closest to the devices, was still unconscious. As soon as his baby brother was coherent, WildWing drilled him endlessly for information. was surprised at how much he could remember with the size of the concussion received in the blast. "Aw, man, how many times are you gonna ask me?!" exclaimed the blonde teen, " We were trying to keep up with you guys, while trying to avoid slamming into the buildings. Suddenly Tanya heard this sound, which turned out to be those do-wapamajigs Dragaunus stole. I heard her scream 'It's gonna blow!' and then all I remember is waking up here! Okay? Jeeze, why are you so unbelieving of your on widdle brother?" he added in a mock hurt tone. "Don't you weawize he has a warge headache?"
WildWing chuckled. The concussion he'd received had obviously not affected NoseDive's sense of humor. He affectionately ruffled his hair, much to the younger's consternation. "You're right, 'widdle bro'. I'm sorry. Get some rest, and Duke and Grin have gone to fix you something to eat."
"Aw, man! They'd better not be cooking! I hate charred bean sprouts!" He screwed up his face in disgust. "Too bad Tanya's still in the penalty box." Dive continued sadly. "I bet I could guilt here into making something good."
"Uh-huh." Wing answered awkwardly. Tanya cooked? He didn't know that about her. He let the information settle into his mind, then began to walk out the door.
"Hey...."
Wing turned back to his brother, on alert for any problems. "What is it little bro?"
Dive was staring thoughtfully at nothing. "Y'know....I think I *do* remember something else. After...after Tanya screamed, and before I blacked out? Well, I-I felt something. Like I was being pushed."
"By the force of the explosion."
"No. No, before that. I think...I think it was her. She was trying to push me out of the way?" His shoulders sagged. "Aw, I'm sorry. I can't seem to get it to come in clearly."
Unnerved, his brother could only reply, "No, that's okay.....I'm sure you'll remember it better in the morning."
"Maybe....'nite bro."
"Good-night....."
The white feathered team captain stepped out, allowing the doors to shut behind him. He stared for a long time at the door where his sleeping teammate lay.
*Did you try to save my brother, Tanya?*
A.S.D.A
Blindsided
by Nefertanya dragongurl Ahhotep
It was your typical ironic Southern California day- black angry clouds swirled overhead, making the citizens of Anaheim feel not unlike they were being smothered by a wool blanket. Making matters worse, the trapped heat created a haze; a fog that offered no relief of moisture. Any citizen who could was safely ensconced in the insulated and air-conditioned glass and metal structures, dreading the drive home.
The inhabitants surrounding the Pond were no different. WildWing Avian was watching the Weather Channel as he idly listened to his younger brother NoseDive arguing with his friend and teammate, Duke L'Orange, about the formers illegal keeping of a stray mutt he'd named Savior.
"He saved my *life* Duke!"
"Yea kid. What, he found you a Taco Bell coupon? Nope, sorry, gotta do better than that!"
"Oh, forget you Duke! C'mon Savior, ol' buddy," he cooed affectionately to the thin, gray canine, "Let's go get you some lunch."
"*Savior, hmph.*" Wing thought as Dive strode past, the dog at his heel. "Dumb name."
Little did he know how accurate it was.
It was then that Drake1's alarms went off, reminding them that villains don't bother calling the WeatherLine for updates. A quick glance proved what they already knew: Dragaunus' henchmen were in a high tech lab looking for some kind of equipment, most likely to power up the Raptor and ruin their game night off.
An old beginning, they'd been through it all before, but it had all gone downhill the moment they stepped into the Aerowing.
"NoseDive! You are *not* taking that damn mutt with you!" Wing growled as the blonde teen crossed his arms stubbornly.
"Uh-huh, big bro!! I'm gonna prove to you all once and for all Savior's a good addition to the team!"
"Tanya's allergic-"
"Have you even seen her sneeze once? Wait, don' answer that."
"Actually....he hasn't seemed to affect me.." Tanya said meekly. "But, y'know, I haven't been, uh, actually *around* the little guy. Hehe." She added quickly when she saw her leader's I-thought-you-were-on-my-side look.
"Little friend." Grin stepped up behind the duo, covering them in a menacing shadow. "Perhaps it is best you heed our leader's words."
"Forget it, Grinster! Go without me if you want, but we are a package deal." the youngest duck planted his feet firmly, meeting the gentle giant's stare.
"Oh, for the love of-" WildWing buried his face in his hand. "Fine. Fine! Bring the damn dog, but don't come crying to me if he gets hurt!" Empty threats, since they both knew he'd never let his only brother suffer alone.
"Thanks, big bro! He'll be really helpful, you'll see!"
"Yah right." he mumbled as he slid into his seat.
"Umm, WildWing?" a snuffly, uneasy voice piped up from behind.
"What is it, Tanya?"
"I, well, uh, hate to say this, but if this storm breaks while we're fighting Dragaunus, it could, y'know, has disastrous side affects!"
"Side...affects...?"
"No comm-links, navigational instrumentation, and possibly no weapons." she replied a bit shyly.
"Just what we need," he'd said, "To face ol' Lizard-Lips blind and defenseless." She smiled ruefully at him, and he shrugged. He knew his team had been through times just as tough, and pulled a miracle from the jaws of defeat. If only he'd gotten that stupid dog to stay home....
"Just do the best you can."
The battle had been almost rehearsal, with Dragaunus going on about world domination, Dive shooting his mouth off and needing his butt to be covered(once again) by Duke. *Wing chuckled softly as he watched Dive's sheepish look as Duke wrung him out for *his* attitude.
The Wraith and Siege had gotten enough energy to the Raptor to get it flying again. As it began to speed away with ore stolen equipment, the storm decide it couldn't hold it another minute. Sheets of water drenched the ducks in seconds, their natural abilities to shed water overshadowed by the sheer volume of the liquid.
"*Great*, and I already had a shower." quipped NoseDive as they scrambled into the Aerowing.
"Tanya, can we catch up?" WildWing asked the scientist, who was trying to see through her hairstyle, which had fallen like a disturbed quiche.
She flapped her hands in frustration, "Well, I-I think so, but it'll be, y'know, dangerous since the storm's wreaking havoc communications and much of the guidance systems. And this fog, it-it's getting worse."
"What about the weapons systems?," asked Mallory with a desperate edge to her voice.
"Still functional, but I well, I, uh, don't know for how long," was the apologetic reply.
"At least it's something," he assured her. No sense in pushing for more information now. She was only one woman, and the more plates she juggled, the likelier they'd all come crashing down. "We'll pull through if we have only spitwads."
And as it turned out, they didn't need spitwads, a little to NoseDive's regret. They had gotten close enough to the ship to punch a hole through its side, and everyone except NoseDive and Tanya made their way through the Raptor to stop Dragaunus. Unbeknownst to anyone, NoseDive had sent Savior after them.
"Dragaunus!"
"Ah, the Ducks." the evil dragon lizard snarled. "Like ants to a picnic, you still conspire to spoil my victory. I don't know how you managed to catch up with my ship, but I need no explanation to destroy you!"
"Can it, Lizard-lips! Hand over the device!" Wing shouted defiantly, fully aware that he was exposing them to the tyrant's mercy.
"The device?" Draggaunus' looked in mock confusion. "Device...oh, you mean those little trinkets from the lab!" he purred evilly. "Well, here they are! Help yourself!" he waved his scaly arm with a flourish over a pile of parts.
"Huh? What?!" cried Mallory. "WildWing, what's he trying to pull?" Before she could get a reply, Dragaunus' answered for him.
"But of course, you're probably referring to the electronic underground blasters. Well," he said in mock apology, "I'm afraid I've...misplaced them!"
"What are you getting at, you maniac? Where are they!?"
The answer came in the most sickening sound he would ever hear...
The rain had mixed with the hot, dry ground, creating a thick, steamy fog that made the world look like a scene from an X-files episode. He still couldn't remember how they had gotten back on the ground, but they did. He was physically ill when he saw the almost completely crumpled form of the Aerowing reaching out of the thick fog , surrounded by the rubble of the building it had collided into, sparks pouring out of it's cracks and fissures like some mechanical volcano.
"How could anybody survive that-," Duke started to say, before a glare from Mallory stopped him.
"C'mon, let's move it!" he shouted desperately, fighting back the fear and nausea. Firm arms held him back, and he turned to see Grin and Mallory.
"WildWing, there's no way we could know where they're buried in that mess, not with this storm," pointed out by Mallory, "We can barely see each other in this pea soup."
"NO, I can't leave them, I WON'T leave them to die!" He shouted as the storm carried away the tears from his eyes. But he knew as well as any of them the hopelessness of their situation. He had felt like a hatchling left alone for the very first time.
It was then he felt something wet and furry touch his hand, and looked down to see Dive's mutt-Savior-looking at him with an imploring look. An idea struck him. It was a long shot, but...
"Can you find them, fella? Do you how to find where they are?" He was shocked, to say the least, when the dog barked thrice, jumped up to lick his face, and ran towards the crash site.
"Follow him," he ordered, a slight hope rising within him. If they found them he swore that mutt would eat nothing but steak and Evian for the rest of his life.
The minutes stretched like eternity as Savior sniffed in the tainted ground, carefully avoiding the occasional outbursts from the broken wiring. Suddenly he paused, and began sniffing earnestly up one route. He began to howl urgently, guiding the rest of the team by sound to the bloody, tattered body of young NoseDive. A few moments later, he howled again, leading them to a large pile of rubble, one frail hand reaching out from underneath.
Tanya.
_._
WildWing almost kissed Klegghorn when he showed up just then with an ambulance and some squad cars, screaming bloody murder about the mess they'd created and the fact they chosen such lousy weather to do it in. He shut up as soon as he saw them, and with the help of Anaheim's finest, they quickly transported the two injured teammates back to the safety of the Pond's infirmary.
True to form, Dive had quickly recovered, but Tanya, who had been closest to the devices, was still unconscious. As soon as his baby brother was coherent, WildWing drilled him endlessly for information. was surprised at how much he could remember with the size of the concussion received in the blast. "Aw, man, how many times are you gonna ask me?!" exclaimed the blonde teen, " We were trying to keep up with you guys, while trying to avoid slamming into the buildings. Suddenly Tanya heard this sound, which turned out to be those do-wapamajigs Dragaunus stole. I heard her scream 'It's gonna blow!' and then all I remember is waking up here! Okay? Jeeze, why are you so unbelieving of your on widdle brother?" he added in a mock hurt tone. "Don't you weawize he has a warge headache?"
WildWing chuckled. The concussion he'd received had obviously not affected NoseDive's sense of humor. He affectionately ruffled his hair, much to the younger's consternation. "You're right, 'widdle bro'. I'm sorry. Get some rest, and Duke and Grin have gone to fix you something to eat."
"Aw, man! They'd better not be cooking! I hate charred bean sprouts!" He screwed up his face in disgust. "Too bad Tanya's still in the penalty box." Dive continued sadly. "I bet I could guilt here into making something good."
"Uh-huh." Wing answered awkwardly. Tanya cooked? He didn't know that about her. He let the information settle into his mind, then began to walk out the door.
"Hey...."
Wing turned back to his brother, on alert for any problems. "What is it little bro?"
Dive was staring thoughtfully at nothing. "Y'know....I think I *do* remember something else. After...after Tanya screamed, and before I blacked out? Well, I-I felt something. Like I was being pushed."
"By the force of the explosion."
"No. No, before that. I think...I think it was her. She was trying to push me out of the way?" His shoulders sagged. "Aw, I'm sorry. I can't seem to get it to come in clearly."
Unnerved, his brother could only reply, "No, that's okay.....I'm sure you'll remember it better in the morning."
"Maybe....'nite bro."
"Good-night....."
The white feathered team captain stepped out, allowing the doors to shut behind him. He stared for a long time at the door where his sleeping teammate lay.
*Did you try to save my brother, Tanya?*