Behind enemy lines
Disclaimer: I do not own storm hawks. It belongs to Nerd corps, but I do own my OC's
Summery: In the Bowels of Cyclonia, a catalytic Rebellion begins. But will it throw the war in Atmosian Favor or ruin it for good?
Chapter 1: The very Important questions.
The sun rises on a silent Atmos, sky sharks flitted across the clouds the serene silence was shattered as a loud explosion echoes around the sky the source is the small Training camp of Terra Nebula. It is a large terra with crystalline rivers and an abandoned temple within it's dense forest, the squad leader Captain Darrell Potts was over seeing the training unfortunately he started berating a green haired Talon for blowing up a skimmer so early in the morning.
While the other squad members practiced he was reprimanded, the other Talons twirled their Staves around simultaneously like a group of Robots would, Captain Potts dismissed the Talon after a good telling off and a clip across his head.
"You really pissed off Captain Potts James!" one of the talons muttered, Prodding James in the arm.
"It was an accident Liam, you know I can't touch electrical appliances duh brain."
"Nincompoop!" Liam retorted.
"Dipstick!" James bit back
The rest Laughed as James and Liam bickered, captain Potts was without a doubt peeved at their antics he grabbed them both by the nape of their uniforms and carried them to the repair bay, "Right you two you are on Skimmer repair duty!" He growled chucking them into the Skimmer shed both men ended up landing hard on their rears.
They both got up and saluted they set to work fixing the Skimmers and Heli-blades they glared at each other while they worked. Captain Potts left them to it and addressed the other talons that stood to attention as he walked between them.
"Left face and centre!" He bellowed the remaining Talons did as he asked, they turned to Captain Potts Commands like a well trained Retriever does with it's owner.
Meanwhile in the skimmer shed Liam finished fixing up a Skimmer, which spat oil every time he turned the ignition he got very annoyed as it spat oil in his face for the 87th time in a row. James snickered as Liam threw is spanner at it and wiping oil out of his bluish hair and scowling, his mind was on other things such as the morality of what he is doing under the Talons and Cyclonis's empire.
"One down thirty to go…" Liam moaned as the spitting skimmer sent more oil all over the floor, James was in hysterics at this point, Liam threw the tool box at him looking pissed off at both James and the Switch blade Skimmer he was also annoyed about somthing else.
"OW!" James yelled rubbing his head and started work on a Heli-blade that whined loudly when its engine was poked. a dishevelled Raptor Bone Wing caught his eye standing in the corner.
James walked up to it of course he knew damn well Repton and his siblings were still in Bogaton or terrorising the Storm Hawks, but why is this Skimmer here? he wondered inwardly.
"Oh you found it then." Liam said coming up to stand next to James.
"What?" James asked.
"The only clue of when this place was inhabited before We- Cyclonia invaded it and murdered every one here." Liam replied somewhat bitter.
"Do you honestly think that Cyclonia was going to think about irrelevant things like that?" James replied turning to face Liam.
Liam was mulling his words over, he knew very well what his words would mean, and he was willing to do the unthinkable he looked James in the eye.
"What is it you want as a human being James?" Liam asked putting his hand on James's shoulder.
James stood there as those words sunk in. Liam was right it was time that the Talons thought for them selves and not as a collective; they were living beings, like the rest of the Atmos. "I don't know Liam I have been a talon for 17 years, I forgot what it was like to think for my self."
"Really have you forgotten who you are?" Liam replied.
"I am not Lee Barrs Liam I can't do what he did!" James snapped.
"Maybe not but he did James! There is more than being a Talon and mindlessly killing those who are not Cyclonian!"
James nodded hands fingering the Bone wing, for James knew Liam was right that there is more than killing and conquering.
"You are right life is precious and we all should all appreciate it." James replied smiling he was already making up his mind about leaving the Talons, he was while in the air a fierce Talon but he was also a living being capable of compassion and thought He was like a a coin.
A coin has two sides, humans are no different.
Liam smiled. "We are going to break free or by the goddesses of Atmos die trying!"
"Yeah down with Cyclonia!"
The two men smiled at each other and continued to work on the skimmers and they took the time to fix one of the scrapped Heli-blades and the bone wing for a very special purpose, something more than killing Sky Knights.
Outside
The weather got cloudier and the sky was tinted with yellow a storm was coming their way.
Captain Potts watched his Talon's fight in sparring matches paying no head to the incoming storm, what is going on in the sheds within close proximity and the Dark Ace flying across the Sky.
Very soon the Dark Ace landed and strode to where Captain Potts stood The Dark Ace stood a foot taller than the captain.
"What is the progress of your Talon Training?" Dark Ace asked icily, Potts jumped but regained his composure he stil was nervous of the Dark Ace.
"They are coming along nicely…one or two set backs…." Potts replied, Dark Ace shot him a cold look.
"Elaborate." Dark Ace stated Sharply gazing at Potts now voice tainted with slight annoyance.
"You see we had a bit of trouble…" Potts began but the Dark Ace cut him off.
"I don't want a story I just want the facts." Dark ace Replied Coolly, Potts squirmed.
"One of the Talons blew up a Skimmer sir." A cadet Talon answered.
The dark ace cocked an eyebrow at this peice of news it was somthing he could find useful in getting rid of the Storm Hawks, He stod silient for the time being.
Captain Potts glared at the Cadet who shrunk back and was about to join the rest of the Talons until Dark Ace grabbed his shoulder; the Talon wished he were in the Skimmer shed or back in the barracks but not here it began to rain.
"I like this one Potts, willing to snitch on his own wing-mates, what is your name?" He asked.
"Cadet 2156-" He began but the Dark Ace stopped him.
"No not your Number your name." He said again harshly.
"Samuel Divine." The cadet replied.
The storm got steadily worse it was raining torrentially soaking every one present right through to the skin, The Dark Ace nodded Curtly letting Samuel go and decided to walk to the rest of the Cadet Talons.
"Attention!" Captain Potts shouted and the Talons did as they were told.
Meanwhile within the depths of the Skimmer sheds Liam finished calculating their ideal plans; they were currently peaking out off the shed door Liam closed it again.
Change of plans James." He said tightening the Rotors on the Heli-blade.
"Why?" James Replied.
"Dark Ace," Liam replied subtly checking wires and crystal capacity and their escape plan, James kept a watchful eye on the other Cadets as he looked glumly outside.
Outside was tense and the rain came down harder the silence was unnerving there was not a sound except the grunts of Talons marching the assault course, Samuel wanted out and he could not deny that something was unnerving about this. That something was going to happen.
"I must admit these are fine looking Talons Potts." Dark ace said coldly even more so than the weather. Captain Potts nodded quickly.
"Indeed sir best on Terra Nebula and Terra Calypso!" Captain Potts replied.
Dark Ace sweeped is now sodden hair out of his eyes and glared at Potts "Don't get Cocky with me Potts-" He hissed while getting on his switchblade elite. "-Master Cyclonis expects them to be ready for an invasion of Terra Tyron." With that, he flew off into the clouds and out of sight.
Captain Potts swept his sodden hair back and headed for the Shed much to the shock of Liam and James who made a mad dash to put the Bone wing and the Heli-blade back to where they were originally. Captain Potts walked in and gazed at the shed and the Talons within.
"Skimmers fixed and in working order sir!" Liam stated saluting.
James finished hiding the escape plan but did is discreetly as possible by hiding it behind the bone wing.
"All right men to the Mess hall. Quick. Move!" Captain Potts ordered shoving them out into the mud and closing the shed doors and locking them, Liam and James walked over to the mess hall. It was dimly lit the paint peeled from the walls James looked on with disgust as he sat down next to Samuel who poked at the spam on his plate.
"Sam…" James asked.
"Being a Talon is not that great." Samuel replied grumpily.
The mess hall finally dwindled to a few people, only Samuel, James and Liam remained, very soon they went to the barracks.
The barracks was just as dull as the outside and small beds lined the walls, the blankets were red and they don the Talon Insignia. The floors were grotty with patches of what was suspiciously like urine. But James looked at the others dishevelled faces. Something was gnawing for him to stay he slept never the less.
"This how freedom and love dies, by thunderous applause?" A small voice asks in his mind both scathing and pleading, this voice has appeared recently questioning his judgement.
James woke with a start as Samuel shook him awake, James grunted and sat up he always wears his talon goggles even in bed, he gets up.
"It is time!" Liam said in a Determined whisper.
All three of them crept out of the barrack and into the hall way they tip toes quietly down the dank corridors past the mess hall and they were very close to the field that is untill a cold voice stopped them they turned around fear etched into their faces.
"Stop right there!"
To be continued...
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