Agents on the Outside
By- Spymaster Fletcher
Summery: Atmos fights Cyclonia. Sky-Knights fight Talons. Spymaster fights Spymaster. Every one gets thrown into one large melting pot of war. Join me in exploring two different sides, from the eyes and ears of thousands, poured into two voices. Join me in watching our favourite heroes and villains used and abused with out their knowing. R&R please!
Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own Storm Hawks. If I did, Ephraim of Cyclonia and Naava of Atmosia would be part of the show, not being portrayed in a fan fiction. So, if you do not mind, no suing. I'm not fond of it.
Warning! Mild explicit content.
I will be doing this story in many different ways, by way of log book, first person, second person and flash backs. Don't try and figure out any mathematical equation on how I decide to do each one. Some one tried, they really hurt their brain.
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Log Book 2, Entry One; Ephraim Ockham, Spymaster for Master Aurora Cyclonis, fourth in the dynasty-
Official reports speak of Talons being crushed left right and center. The sky-knights are as well trained as they advertised. One of my spies with in the Sky-Knight Academy tells me training has become more intense and tests are becoming hard, to better prepare the students. It has also been reported that fewer students are passing tests, good thing for us.
Current Sky-Knights are becoming a problem. Though most wont stray to far from their home Terra, a few roamers are making it difficult for Talons to complete missions, making it hard for spies to get themselves to the necessary Terras. The group of roamers called the Storm Hawks or especially problematic. I have been able to obtain basic information on them from the official Atmosian Sky-Knight Archives,
Sky-Knight Squadron: Storm Hawks (new)
Sky-Knight:
Aerrow Austen
14 years old
Passed training with Red Ribbon (Passed expectations)
Human
Carrier Pilot:
Samir Talmai Ozer Ranjit Keen (Stork)
21 years old
Passed training with Purple Ribbon (Top of Grade)
Merb
Wing Man/ Sharp Shooter:
Hampton Finn McQuinn
14 years old
Passed Training with Green Ribbon (Meets expectations)
Human
Flight Engineer/ heavy ballistics expert:
Junko DeWolp
14 years old
Passed Training with Green Ribbon (Meets expectations)
Wallop
Navigation/ Tactics expert:
Leona Sophery (Piper)
14 years old
Passed Training with Red Ribbon (Passed expectations)
Human
"Mission Specialist":
Radarr
Age unknown
No training completed
Species unknown
The information gained was about what was expected. I have asked Leon to find out more about Radarr. He told me he has already started looking through the Atmosian Archives of Creatures.
The Dark Ace has recently lost again to the Storm Hawks, although he took out the lesser sky knight squadron the Blood Ties and took over Terra Renform not long ago.
Ravess has one again lost a strategical point to Storm Hawks.
Snipe has started training another group of Talon recruits. Spies says he is slightly more careful and it putting each one through rigorous training.
Master Cyclonis has called a meeting of all allies and Generals. I am having my apprentice Theodor take notes and bring them back to me.
There have been 154 reports filled out by both agents and talons about different Terras. All must be read and recorded.
End of entry.
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Ephraim closed the log book with a slam. After dropping his pen into the ceramic cup on his desk, he looked at the large stacks of paper work beside it. He gave a drawn out sigh,
"Wonderful," he muttered, picking up the first piece.
"Terra Amazonia… to the south… lots of plant… For the love of Cyclonia! I know all of this already. I'm looking for something new! Something that could possibly be helpful, but this, this is all stuff I could find in a geography text book! I don't have time for this!" he threw the piece of paper on the desk. Instead of having the desired affect of slamming it's self into the wooden furniture, it slowly and gently drifted down till it gently hit the top. Ephraim didn't really notice. He ran his hands through his messy brown hair once more, trying to calm himself down. His coal eyes were shut, and his thin brows buried together near his nose. He had a long, serious face, with long straight nose that seemed a tad to large for his face. Were he smiling, you would have seen the gold cap over one of his teeth, a gift from a friend many years ago when he first became spymaster for the new queen. What was he thinking? He enjoyed being an agent for the previous Cyclonian spymaster, Werven. But after he died, he had been told he was going to be the next spymaster instead of Wervens assistant/apprentice, Geoffrey. Ephraim wasn't sure how the other spies took it, but it didn't mater, Cyclonis had him killed for incompetence. Sometimes, his master amazed him, other times, she frightened him, and usually, she pissed him off. Ephraim was know for having a lot of patients, but he could only work so much, and Cyclonis wasn't about to give him any vacation. Spymasters were precious things, they were almost as important as monarchs, because they act as the leader's eyes and ears. Cyclonis got all her information from him, and luck for Ephraim, if something was wrong, he didn't bare the brunt of it. Usually it was some unsuspecting talon recruit who got blasted to bits by one of the many crystals up Cyclonises sleeves. He shook his head. He needed a nap. He needed food. Hell, he needed to use the bathroom. He stood up and looked around the dark office. It was in one of the highest towers in the palace, so any information could easily be gotten to him through the small window. It could come by bird, person, crystal shot had come up a few times, much to his annoyance. He walked down the long steppes and slipped into the bathroom not far from his room. After reliving himself, he continued down the stairs. It was a long walk to the mess hall, and Ephraim had to keep him for falling asleep on his feet.
After finally eating a small, not so tasty meal from the mess hall, (he felt bad for the Talons who had to eat this stuff daily. Being part of the Masters circle, he dinned well with the other important people) he trudged back upstairs. He should get through at least half the sheets of compressed trees befor the meeting is over, because his work load would only increase.
Ephraim was awoken by a small tap on his shoulder and a meek,
"Sir?" Theodor stood in front of Ephraim's desk, holding a thin book and pen. The boy had blond hair he had pulled into a short ponytail, and large blue eyes. Theo had a small, turned up nose and high cheek bones, his eyes brown were practically invisible, though really quite thick. He bit his lip and Ephraim help out a hand for the book, his head still down on his desk. The apprentice put it quickly into his hands.
"Thanks Theo. There is a pile of paper on your desk, deal with it." Ephraim murmured. He didn't arise till long after he had herd Theo scurry into the adjoining room to Ephraim's office.
"I'll look at these after my dream…" Ephraim stated with a yawn and fell asleep on his desk. At lest he had gotten all the paper work done he had wanted to.
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"I be one gutfoundered Lass. What can I get to fill me belly for half a hog?" I asked, sitting down at a bar. I hated having to do this, I liked being in charge, but even spymasters on occasion had to squeeze information from people, and I'm not fond of dragging people into my office and demanding the tell me things. The best spy was the common man, because he felt no obligation to keep his mouth shut, a good drink would loosen any mans tongue, not to mention a pretty young girl. And, if I do not seem vain, I am quite pretty. Well, pretty enough to get what I want.
"A good fair. But for such a handsome gilflurt, I'll give it to ye for a little something else." The bar tender gave a wink in my direction. Had I been green, this would have made me uncomfortable, but I've dealt with enough low lives to know how to handle it.
"Oh sir, had I the time, you whore-pipe would be mine. But I have only time to eat and leave. It is crushen' me poor soul that I canna meet you in the backroom, you old shag bag."
"Don't be pissin' down me back lass. I'll get ye yer fish n' chips" The bartender yelled back into the kitchen, yelling at some whelp to get moving. I took this opportunity to look around and listen to the conversations going on. I wrote them all down on a sheet of paper that rested on my lap; my memory was good, but not that good. The meal was placed in front of me and I ate. It wasn't bad, for something I could barely call edible. And don a tinkered of ale and laid my money on the table,
"Come back again now." The bar tender called after me. I blew him a kiss and wandered over to my heliscooter. It was still were I left it, what a miracle! I stepped on, and after ignoring a few whistles, flew off into the sky. I knew I shouldn't be flying, even though I've only had one ale. I just had to hope no one caught me; it would be odd trying to explain why the Atmoses current spymaster was flying drunk. Of course, if they believed I was the spymaster. I was the very first woman spymaster in the known history of the Amos. Sadly, it was a fairly male based government, and it took more than the job was worth to convince them not to hire the other guy.
I landed safely back on Atmosia just as a large carrier ship did. The Condor. Home of the Storm Hawks. What the hell were they doing here? Why did I care? I cared when any sky-knight squadron came to Atmosia. It just meant news for the counsel, and more work for me. I hated more work. I enjoyed my work in good sized doses. But I have enough on my plate with out sky knights adding an extra serving. Couldn't they just deal with their own problems? I herd a squeal behind me,
"Oh my god! You're Naava Lorgwyn!" I turned around at my name. There stood the Storm Hawks. I knew all about them. I was the unfortunate soul who had to fill out and file their paper work, Atmosia was seriously under staffed.
"Uh, yea. That me." I gave a grin. It was bad enough these children were going to put more work on me, but they were waiting my time!
"You're the Atmoses spymaster! The first girl ever! Your one of my hero's! Your plan are so amazing, and well though out! I can't believe you here, and I'm talking to you, in a parking lot!" The girl was exited, I knew it, her team mates knew it, and the other random passer biers could see it, I covered her mouth,
"Yes, thank you. And do you know how many Cyclonian spies want me dead? Hush." I said, I didn't really want to be rude, but I didn't want to die more. I led them into the counsel hall. When I finally stopped, hopping to get away befor they could say anything, their leaded, youngest sky knight ever asked,
"What's a spymaster?" I almost wanted to laugh at the question. I should have known it was coming, most sky-knights didn't know who I was, or even that a spymaster existed! But with Miss. Uber-fan on his team, I though he would have herd of me, speaking of which, Miss. Uber-fan didn't seem too much like the question.
"How could you not know? They are the glue that keeps the Atmos together! They make sure they know what's going on in Cyclonia at every moment off the day! Naava could probably tell us right now what's happening!" She looked at me expectantly, I shrugged,
"No, I couldn't. I would need to go up to my office and read the reports. So if you don't mind, I have a job to do, nice meeting you all." I gave a quick nod and went through a small door on my left, leaving to Storm Hawks to find the counsel. I walked up the stairs to my office. As small as it was, I loved it. It was bright will large windows. Off the right was my living area, which was a bit bigger. I was so happy about being back were I belong, but not so joyful about the mound of paper work on my desk. I sat down,
"Better get to work. Ah, a report form my inside man, lets see what Theo has to offer, shall we?" I asked my cat. The beast just flicked it tail in her sleep. Lazy thing, but I loved Marrie; she was my family after all.
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There we are, almost 5 pages. Not bad for my debut huh? Any way, review my friends; I wish to know what others think!