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Chapter 1
Accepting Defeat
'How could this happen?', the Dark Ace thought to himself. He had the most powerful suit that can cause even the most fearsome beasts to cower, the Suit of Untold Vengeance. That suit demanded so many crystals that he hardly had a chance to think of anything else except where to get his next crystal recharge.
"Damn those insufficient power crystals . . . if only I had more crystals to sustain it, I would've beaten that redhead", he cursed under his breath as he made his way back to Cyclonia. He wasn't too eager to get back after he turned his back to a radio transmission from Cyclonis herself. So he flew aimlessly to delay his return to his master.
As the Dark Ace landed his skimmer, which was stolen at a crystal refueling station, he was half-expecting Master Cyclonis herself to scold him for his mysterious expedition. However, the landing site was completely empty to his relief. He made his way back to his room and found a note stuck to his door.
It read, "When you get back from your little vacation, I would like to have a word with you - Master Cyclonis." Dark Ace knew he shouldn't delay this meeting so he made his way to the throne room.
Several Talons, who just returned from the mining site, were looking at him oddly but he just glared back which sent them scurrying away. As he approached the double doors to the throne room, the two Talons on guard pushed the doors open for him. The doors slammed shut behind him.
"Master", the dark haired man greeted as he bowed.
"The Medula crystal is rare . . . I would have liked to study it, but instead you decided to keep it secret from me and use it for your own intentions . . . now, it is out of existence", Cyclonis calmly stated as she worked with her crystal analysing machine.
There wasn't anything the Dark Ace could think of to reply. So he just waited for her to continue.
"Did you ever get my message when you were at that crystal excavation site, Dark Ace?", the girl with piercing purple eyes questioned.
"No, I didn't", he replied.
"Well, I have sent the Nightcrawlers on a recent mission . . . they are searching for the most exceptional fighters on remote Terras of Atmos that are not guarded by Sky Knights, so these individuals are not loyal to any Sky Knight Squadron", Cyclonis said as she turned to face him,"Those that the Nightcrawlers bring back will be an elite group with skills of their own that will be refined by a mentor."
Dark Ace stayed silent through this briefing, but started to suspect something with the whole 'mentor' part.
"Snipe could not even handle the Young Talons Academy . . . and Ravess is all about fighting at a distance with her bow, but I need a hand-to-hand combat trainer . . . that is where you come in, Dark Ace", she continued.
'So this is my punishment', thought the Dark Ace.
"The Nightcrawlers will report back to me as soon as they find suitable recruits", Cyclonis said as she turned back to her work,"You are on standby till then."
The Dark Ace bowed and left without another word. He made his way back to his room, his santuary from all of the incompetent Talons. He wasn't too happy with what Cyclonis had planned for him because these 'Elites' will be intruding his alone time. His room is seperated from all the busy hallways in the citadel on Cyclonia, but now these new recruits will be knocking on his door and disrupting his peace from all the Talon activity. Besides, it meant that he would be stationed on cyclonia for quite some time training more incompetent recruits.
'Hopefully, these recruits will be more talented than new found Talons', he thought to himself as his bedroom door shut behind him.
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