The Flurria Effect: Version 2!
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Aerrow, Radarr, Piper, Finn, and Junko flew silently across a clouded but warm sky. The ship they called home, the Condor, followed not too far behind.
"Where's this Cyclonian look-out post again?" Finn asked, eager to kick some cyclonian tail.
"We should be getting close. Their camp is on the most eastern side of Terra Flurria, hidden in the mountains somewhere." Piper explained. "Assuming my information is correct, the look-out post should be near by the camp."
"So, we find the camp, we find the post," Aerrow concluded.
"We're just going to fly around and keep looking until we find this place? That'll take forever!"
Piper shook her head at the teen. "No, Finn. Aerrow knows these mountains like the back of his hand."
The blond looked at Aerrow. "Seriously? Dude, how?"
"I used to live here, when I was seven. My best friend and I came into these mountains all the time. We didn't get to the northern part, though, seeing as I had to leave for the Academy."
Finn nodded understandably. "So what was his name?"
"Her name was Sakari. Everyone just called her Ari."
"So a she, huh?" Fin smiled mischievously. "She a hottie?" That earned him an elbow to the ribs from Piper.
Aerrow simply laughed. "She's a flurrian, Finn. Not your species. Definitely not your type, either."
Finn scoffed. "Any lady is a Finnster's type of lady." He did his signature 'chicka-cha' move, then continued. "Anyway…what's a flurrian?"
"Flurrians are the people of Terra Flurria. They're kind of cat-like. Most of them have white fur with black patterns."
Piper cut in. "And, like our fingerprints, a flurrian's markings are always different than the next flurrian's." Finn rolled his eyes at Piper's know-it-all attitude.
Not wanting them to get off track too much – though they pretty much already did - Stork spoke through the crew's radio and changed the subject. "So, where do you think this Cyclonian post would be?"
Aerrow thought for a moment. "I would think they would set up camp somewhere open, maybe in a small valley. The post would be near there, probably at high altitude so they could see further. There's a valley around here somewhere, but I can't remember exactly where it's at." He looked down at the snow-capped mountains, hoping to come across it.
"How come we're taking down just the post, and not the camp?" Junko inquired.
"Because," the sky knight started, "there's no possible way that we could take down a whole camp. If we take out the look-out post, the camp won't know when an attack is coming."
"So…wait, I think I speak for both me and Junko when I say that I'm completely lost," Finn said, gaining a nod from the equally confused wallop. "Why should we take out the look-out post if we're not taking out the camp?"
Aerrow sighed, exasperated. "Alright, let me put this in terms that you can understand." Finn huffed at the comment, but let the red-head continue. "Think of this like a sky ball match; we have the ball right now. But there's no way we can get it into one of the goals; too many defense players. So what do we do?"
"Pass it," the sharp-shooter answered back.
"Exactly. But to pass it, we need an opening, right?"
Finn nodded.
"Well, this post is our opening. We need to get the defense players out so we can pass it to a team mate, which in this case, is the Sky Knight Council."
"Oh, I get it now! So we take out the post then let someone else take care of the camp!"
Piper sighed. "Only boys can convert a simple plan into sports."
"Yup!" Junko replied back with a huge grin.
"Hey, there's some smoke coming from over there," Finn called as he pointed over to the west. And in fact, there was a pillar of smoke bellowing up into the sky.
"Come on," Aerrow turned to his team, "let's go check it out."
The five of them flew over to the smoke, only to find a huge bonfire…with at least twenty Talons sitting around it. Many others were there also, tents and fire pits sticking out noticeably in the white snow.
Hearing the skimmers, the Talons glanced their way. Naturally they spotted them.
"Maybe we should get out of here…" Aerrow suggested, gaining nods from the rest.
The Storm Hawks swiftly turned their rides around, only to be met with a huge Cyclonian supply cruiser, at least seventy Talon switchblades swarming around it.
"Crud" was the only thing that could be heard as Atmosians and Cyclonians stared at each other.
Without warning, the Talons briskly started at the group.
"Fight with all you've got!" Aerrow shouted to his team. With that, the battle began.
The Cyclonian pilots were easily taken down, though some were more persistent than others. These were the ones that they were having trouble with.
Aerrow jumped from ride to ride, slicing the engines with his blades glowing blue.
Stork was just barely managing to escape the huge cruiser's blasts, a few hitting his precious ship.
Finn was shooting down rides left and right. But they were shooting back. Soon enough, Finn's ride was sliced and put out of commission. The blonde fell down towards the dramatic mountains below him with a girlish scream.
Junko smashed a few rides here and there, but he was having a bit of trouble with his turkey burps; they wouldn't fire. He was, once again, trying to get them to work when he heard his buddy's scream. With a gasp, he drove his ride at top speed towards his friend and caught him, unfortunately on a rather painful spot for Finn.
Piper was fairing well, her staff doing significant damage to the Talon rides. Seeing Finn fall rather unceremoniously onto Junko's ride, she couldn't help but give a small laugh. Without warning, her ride jostled and began to slowly loose alitude. She looked up; her propeller was spewing smoke, a few flames licking the sky above her. Another red blast came rolling out and hit the engine of her heliscooter. The thing went out of control, but luckily, the Condor was near by. She barely managed to get it safely into the garage of the ship.
Junko landed onto the Condor's launch pad and allowed a brief stop for Finn to get off before he flew back into the sky.
The tactician and sharpshooter ran into the helm; Finn started blasting at the cruiser with the Condor's cannons as Piper went over to the table and unrolled a map. Her mind was working overtime as she desperately tried to come up with a decent plan. Her thoughts were disrupted as an explosion and a despairing squawk from Radarr could be heard through the chaos.
Running to the window, her golden eyes went wide. Aerrow's skimmer plummeted down, a smoke trail following after it. She looked about, trying to find the teen, and hoped to whatever higher power above that he was alright. She spotted Radarr, who was floating down with his parachute open onto the snowy ground. Slightly relieved, she continued searching for her momentarily lost friend.
And that's when she saw him.
He was plummeting down towards the terra, unconscious, his glider wings flaming and his skin visibly burned. Piper gasped. Finn, from his vantage point on the canon, also saw the scene, his blue eyes widening and his mouth slightly agape.
They searched for Junko; he was flying as fast as he could to the motionless teen, but his hopes of saving him were dashed as a Talon swooped below the red head and caught him. All that the Storm Hawks could do was watch as their bloodied friend was taken away into the white of the falling snow with a group of retreating Talons, leaving the Storm Hawks without a Sky Knight and facing the rest of the cyclonian fighters.
They almost jumped multiple feet in the sky as a huge blast of a horn could be heard behind the Condor. Stork rushed over to the periscope and pulled it down. He searched around, and finally found the source: a small, tan, plated carrier was behind them, three menacing, huge blades decorating its underbelly. It was about the size of one of the Condor's blimps, but it looked like it could still do some serious damage. A dark, brown, claw-like symbol was printed on the side.
Stork's eye twitched as he saw the thing. "That better not be Cyclonian ship," he muttered.
Piper's thoughts were mutual. One casualty was enough for the group. The mystery ship slowly wafted past them into the battle.
With a large, garage-like door on the side lifting open, three skimmers flitted out.
Junko's worried – almost panicked- voice came onto the radio. "Um, are these guys on our side?"
Piper strode over to the receiver and replied back into it. "I don't know, Junko. They don't look Cyclonian, but still, be careful." With a small click, Junko ended the conversation and headed out to the dogfight once more.
The three pilots swiftly began to take down switchblades, not threatening the Storm Hawks in any way.
The deafening screech of metal on metal echoed through the air. Finn's eyes went wide as he looked over at the Cyclonian carrier. A small smile threatened to reached his face, despite the situation, and he continued blasting with newfound confidence.
The small ship had somehow managed to sink its razor-edged blades into the huge carrier's engines. Despite the size difference between the two vessels, the Cyclonian carrier took a beating from the impact. Its engines flickered and died. Multiple parachutes deployed further down as the crew baled out. The switchblades, their numbers now dwindling, vacated the area.
A small red light began to flash on the Condor's dashboard. "They're hailing us?" Piper muttered, more to herself than to anyone around her.
"I'm assuming you're an Atmosian crew?" a blunt voice came on. It sounded male, and had a hint of authority in it. Definitely a sky knight.
"Maybe," Stork answered back.
The voice gave a small chuckle, an odd sound compared to his apparent serious persona. "Don't worry; we're not Cyclonians. We're on your side."
"Then who are you?"
"The Congo Claws squadron," a new, female voice answered back. "Permission to board? Or maybe just meet? Maybe we could help with repairs. Your ship looks pretty damaged." It was true. Surprisingly enough, the Condor took a beating from that supply carrier.
Piper quickly came over to the radio before Stork could say anything. "Depends. How can we trust you?"
The sky knight's voice came back on. "I give you my word as a Sky Knight."
Piper contemplated the answer for a moment, but swiftly made a decision. "Fine. Meet us down on the terra."
Stork shot her an incredulous look, and started to say something about not trusting a stranger's word, but she held up her hand before he could say anything. "Stork, we'll be fine. I've heard of the Congo Claws before. They're no longer a true squadron seeing as how their terra is now ruled by Cyclonia, but that doesn't mean we can't trust them."
Stork mumbled something under his breath, but landed the Condor onto the snowy ground below them without a fight. The Congo Claws' ship followed suit.
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Hehe, hope it was a tad bit better than the first one I put up.
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