Yet another slightly off story from me. Hope you enjoy it. I do not own the Storm Hawks.
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Master Cyclonis lead them into the central chamber. She would have just killed them all, but for some reason the High Ruler had wanted them alive. Cyclonis looked back at her prisoners and smiled. The Storm Hawks brought to their knees at last. They thought she was going to torture them as if in their worst nightmares; but the choice of what to do with them was not hers. It was the Ruler's. It had been from the beginning.
"Sit." She said, jerking the chain so they fell forward in a heap on the cold stone floor. She walked over to a radio-speaker set on the far wall and spoke into it.
"Your Highness, the prisoners are ready." The reply was low and garbled to their ears, but Master Cyclonis nodded and turned back to her captives with a nasty smile playing about her lips.
"Congratulations, you have been given over into my 'care'. All but one of you." She walked over and picked up Radarr, who was bound and chained separately from the rest. "The High Ruler wants you for herself."
One of the walls slid open and a tall robed figure rolled out. It held out a thin metal hand and Aerrow and the rest watched in silent horror as Cyclonis handed a squirming Radarr into its grasp. The other hand reached up and pressed a button on the figure's collar. The metal panel hiding her face slid up. Master Cyclonis bowed respectfully. The Storm Hawks gasped. Radarr howled.
The chicken fluttered her eyelashes and cooed at him from under the hood of her cloak.
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Radarr woke up with a start and shook the cold sweat from his fur. He shuddered and ran to the bridge. Even if only Stork was there it was better than being alone. And they wondered why he ran from that crazy chicken.
What a terrible dream.
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The chicken woke up when her humans started clanking around in their makeshift armor doing their chores. She sighed and wandered out onto the grassy slopes of Terra Gale. They were always so loud in the mornings.
What a wonderful dream.
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This story is weired, I'll admit it, but you have to give me at least some credit for reasoning out Radarr's aversion to lovesick chickens. Okay, maybe not so much a reason as an excuse, but still... Review please!