So I've seen a few headcanons about Dark Ace's eyes having turned red due to an over-exposure to firebolt crystals, as well as he had a crippling shoulder injury at some point and that's why the armour on his left arm looks some what brace like, or as though it has some sort of stabilizing effect. And I like it, so I'm going to run with it. As well as a few of my own ideas.

This is going to start out mainly as short chapters and long chapters with random little ditties here and there, and I may or may not develop a more complex plot later on, but for now it will be an episodic type thing.

I like torturing my favorite character so I'll let you know the do.

Rating-T for: Blood, gore, violence, profuse swearing, slash, femslash, dubious relationship between underage ruler and her faithful servant, medical horror, general horror, trauma, orphans, self-harm, eating disorders, ect. Basically be ready for anything and everything EXCEPT sexual content. Kissing will be about as far as it goes, otherwise sexual activities will only be implied ;3

(Sorry I don't do smut)

Time frame begins just after the pilot:Age of Heroes and will continue through the first season, then who the hell knows where it will go from there if I don't forget about it.

Enjoy, leave comments, yadda yadda .

Bested by a group of fucking children!

The mere thought of it made his already aching body pulsate with rage and his fists clench with the need to choke the life out of something. But really, who's fault was it, if not his own?

He knew he should have killed that brat when he had the chance - but noooo- he had to let his damn ego get in the way, to cloud his judgment and to let the boy live to have another chance at proving himself a 'true sky knight'. Ironic really, seeing as the little shit's father had been the one to tell him many times that his ego would be the death of him. Dark Ace would have huffed out a sarcastic laugh if there weren't a pile of metal support beams and other debris pinning him to what was left the floor. Just another thing to make his anger flare and head ache. Not only was their plan foiled, but to add insult to injury, those children had destroyed a significant chunk of the upper citadel.

And I was the idiot who didn't get the hell out when the Storm Engine began to tear everything apart. What a fine mess this is. But it's not going to fix itself...

Bringing his mind back to the current predicament, Dark Ace closed his eyes and focused his mind, trying to pin point any injuries. His left shoulder felt like it was on fire, which was nothing new, but he could feel the blood running down the side of his arm where it felt like his armour had taken more of an impact than it was made for and bent, jamming itself into his skin. The same could be said for his chest plate, the point of which he could feel starting to dig further and further into the soft skin just below his collar bones. One wrong move and it could very well be his end. Ha! He could only imagine the indignant look on his master's face when she found out he had died from something as trivial as a small puncture in just the right...Cyclonis!

Where is she? Was she crushed? No, I was by her side in time...

Just as the thought ran across his mind he heard shifting down near his feet before the beam which lay atop him began to glow with red crystal energy and was lifted, revealing the dark childlike form of Cyclonia's ruler.

Sitting up and being mindful of his shoulder -and by the gods how fucking hard did he hit his head?, vibrant red eyes stared at the ground before glancing up to meet flippant purple.

"Master.." he said carefully, somewhat confused by her calm demeanor after what had just taken place.

The teen waved her hand dismissively, "You win some you lose some..." she replied, turning to look at the wreckage of her throne room as he stood to brush dust and rocks off his uniform. She smirked.

"Apparently the same goes for you too Dark Ace."

The talon commander scowled to himself, silently fuming that he was now in such a category. He would not be making the same mistake next time that was for sure!

Looking around as Cyclonis walked to the edge of the platform, he spat out the wad of blood that had been collecting in his throat for the past few minutes and trained his gaze back on his master.

"Don't worry. Atmos is going to learn I have much more in store for it..." Her gaze flickered to him as an evil look twisted her pale face. "And as for the Storm Hawks, they'll pay for what they've done!"

The dual edge in her voice unnerved him a bit but he chose not to comment on it for the time being. Dark Ace watched her carefully as she continued to stare into the dark skies of Cyclonia, her fists clenched and small body almost shaking with suppressed rage.

Slowly walking up behind the young ruler, he put his hand on her shoulder briefly before letting it drop back to his side as his vision began to tunnel and his head felt like it was being stuffed with burning cotton.

This is not the time.

"I'll see to it that they do."

Cyclonis nodded then turned and kneeled at the base of the once Storm Engine, pulling her cloak out of the rubble and shaking it off before placing it on her shoulders and looking back at her champion with blank eyes.

"I suppose you should retrieve Ravess and Snipe from the Wastelands. We have quite a bit of rebuilding to do."

The Dark Ace nodded and quickly made his way out of the throne room and into the hallway before immediately leaning against the wall, trying to blink away the black spots in his vision. He really needed to get his shit together. Venturing into the Wastelands for any reason was never something he enjoyed, it made him tense and edgy; it made his heart race and mind freeze. It would do more harm than good to go there now unless he pulled himself together.

To be perfectly honest, if Cyclonis hadn't ordered him to fetch the pair, he had half a mind to let Ravess and Snipe bake for a few hours. But alas, he knew Cyclonis wouldn't be happy if one of them managed to get eaten by a lava worm or some other such nonsense. So now he was tasked with retrieving her wayward minions. Like some sort of babysitter.

Or dog catcher.

Well? Get going!

With an exasperated sigh, Dark Ace pushed himself off the wall and sharp jolt of pain brought his attention to his left arm where- sure enough, the armor had bent itself into a particularly nasty point and had sliced its way into his upper bicep. Weighing his options for a moment he figured it would be better to pull it out now than to leave it to work its way deeper into his arm.

Wrapping his fingers around the curve of the metal just above the wound, he gave a sharp tug and the entire piece broke free of the rest and dislodged itself from his arm, along with a nice spurt of blood that ran down his arm to drip off his elbow and onto the metal floor.

Breathing through the pain he waited a few momentswhile watching his blood flow in a slow but steady stream into the growing puddle on the floor before running his fingers through his hair and turning on his heal, making his way towards the hangar bay.