Dark Ace ran quickly to Master Cyclonis' crystal room, pulling his armour over his shirt on the way. He bumped into Ravess and Snipe coming to the same room, with Ravess also not being ready as her hair had lost its usual spikiness. Snipe didn't even greet him with a "Snipe smash you!" but a grunt. Maybe this might be because it was 3:30 in the morning. Cyclonis hadn't gone to bed yet so was probably unaware of the time. Ravess bravely knocked on the door and a cold voice answered. Dragging his feet, Dark Ace barely stifled a yawn. Snipe was not so lucky. Cyclonis snapped her head up to look at Snipe and realised then how tired her commanders looked. After Cyclonis didn't hurt Snipe for yawning Dark Ace yawned too. Was it just him or was Ravess' eyes drooping? "What is the time?" Cyclonis asked and Dark Ace forgetting that she was his master answered curtly, "It's three in the morning." Cyclonis was not upset; actually she seemed quite happy. On closer inspection, Dark Ace realised she wasn't only happy but excited. "I have a new plan…" began Cyclonis and for the next hour she told the commanders her new plan. And one by one they all went back to sleep. Until, of course, she woke them up again with a loud piercing "Pay Attention!"
When everyone was still asleep, the war on Cyclonia began. Cyclonis thought she had the perfect plan and if anyone bothered to listen, some one would've pointed out how psychopathic it sounded. However, as it was three in the morning and no one could really be stuffed listening to a teenage girl, no one pointed it out for her. And now they payed the price. Screaming, blood and chaos surrounded Dark Ace, Ravess and Cyclonis as they ran as fast as they could away from the Cyclonian buildings and into the Switchblade garage. "Look! The Condor!" It was Ravess who shouted that. Indeed there was a shape descending into the Wastelands, just like 10 years ago. But before anything else happened, Ravess stopped in her tracks, looking at her chest in horror. Blood spread quickly across it, blossoming like a flower. An arrow protruded from her back and when Dark Ace turned around he came face to face with some Sky Knight. Someone screamed in horror on his left but he ignored that and ran on. When he turned back a second time, he saw the same Sky Knight he had shot her putting chains around her wrists.
Running on and on, Dark Ace nearly reached the Switchblade garage before it blew up. Cursing how unfortunate he was, he realised that he was stuck on Cyclonia. It didn't help that the chaos was not ending and some voice inside of his head, which was in harmony with his racing heart, was screaming, "Call her! Call her!" Yes, I will call her soon, Dark Ace thought but he was interrupted by a scream by Cyclonis. He hadn't even realised she was still there and he hadn't realised that he was still carrying what he was carrying but he guessed he had just gone into shock. He turned around to Cyclonis, who was pointing to an object under a bit of building. The person, as that was what it was, had their arm pinned painfully under a the building. They were stirring and that was when Dark Ace noticed it was that girl Storm Hawk, the one Cyclonis always seemed envious about. He ran on pulling Cyclonis with him until ½ a kilometre later, he saw someone he never wanted to see again- Aerrow.
This is all I need, thought Dark Ace as he saw Aerrow. He was armed and Dark Ace was not but he was also injured and Dark Ace was as well but Aerrow's was a head injury. Aerrow seemed defeated and in some kind of agony. Had he seen the Condor go down? The question was answered only seconds later. "Have you seen Piper? Oh, what am I kidding? Just get out of my way." So he does like the girl. And he didn't see the Condor go down. Good, very good .I can use that to my advantage. Aerrow wanted to run away, anyone could plainly see that, and go look for Piper but something made him stay here. Dark Ace was injured, quite obviously his right arm. He looked like he had gotten shot, quite frankly as blood was oozing quite fast out of the wound. If Dark Ace wanted to fight or if Cyclonis ordered him to fight, Aerrow would give everything he got.
If I go get the girl, it will give an excuse to look for her, the one I really wanted to get.
Yes, a very good idea. "I don't want to fight you, Aerrow. Quite the opposite. I will go get this, ah, this, um—" He was interrupted by Aerrow and Cyclonis, both sighing. "Her name's Piper." Cyclonis said that and Dark Ace nearly laughed at her tone. "Yeah, her. Anyway, I'll come back as soon as I get her." He gave Cyclonis the thing he was no longer carrying to her and began to run off, but before he did Aerrow said, "I thought honour was overrated." Dark Ace gave Aerrow a rather wry smile and looked back at Aerrow before saying, "It still is."
Aerrow watched Dark Ace run off and then turned to Cyclonis. "Why did you slap him? Don't tell me you didn't because I saw your hand- print on his face. And what did he hand over to you?" It all came out in a big gush and Cyclonis looked like she about to laugh but thought better of it. But she was still pretty sarcastic when she answered. "He's a naturally annoying person. And what's this? Why don't you look for your self?" She handed the thing over to Aerrow. Peering at him was a baby. The poor thing was very pale and looked quite sick but maybe that was its normal look. The baby boy, for it was wearing blue, had bright, sparkling blue eyes and jet black hair. He laughed when he saw Aerrow. "Whose kid is this?" Aerrow asked, though he had a very good idea whose. "It's Dark Ace's son." Though he had suspected it, it didn't stop his jaw dropping in shock.