Hi everyone! This is my first ever FanFic, so i hope you enjoy it!
Each chapter will be from a different perspective, and it will go in this order: Aerrow, Piper & Radarr, Finn & Junko, Stork.
I probably will only update one chapter a week, after I put out the first 2 today, cause of all this stuff with school and everything.
Ok, so I think that's it from me. Please review!
Chapter 1: Aerrow: The Defeated
The war was over… the Cyclonians had won. The Storm Hawks had failed… he had failed.
These were the thoughts Aerrow had been trying to suppress as they circled around and around his head. He was lying on a cold, hard bed in his cell on Terra Zartacla, the Cyclonian prison, staring up at the grey ceiling which reflected his mood so well. He had been here once before, and he had escaped, the first person ever to do so. He almost smiles at the thought. But he couldn't escape now, even if he wanted to. Two things were different this time around. Firstly, his best friend Radarr wasn't even on the terra, let alone sharing his cell. And he seems to remember that last time, there weren't twenty talons standing outside his cell day and night, with the added bonus of a visit from the warden, Mr Moss, at least once an hour to check on how he was 'enjoying his stay'. Oh, and the Cyclonians hadn't just taken over the whole Atmos, either.
He hadn't even been in the prison for 24 hours, and yet the whole mood of the place had gotten to him like nothing ever had before. The rest of his squadron would have been surprised to see him now, without any hope or courage, so different to the person he was only 40 hours ago, before all this had begun. He wonders what would have happened if only he had.. There it is again. Thoughts of the last battle back to haunt him. He closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to clear his mind. He keeps his eyes closed, praying for sleep to take him away, and after a few minutes, falls into a fitful slumber.
He hears footsteps outside, and is suddenly wide awake. Although he keeps his eyes closed, his ears are tuned to any subtle noise. He reminds himself that it could be the guards changing, or Mr Moss, coming to check on him again, but the guards only switched an hour ago, and it's night time, so Moss would be snoring peacefully not far away. Anyway, the footsteps are lighter than any he has heard so far, making him uncertain of whom it could be. He hears the door being unlocked, and then the bolt sliding. He sees light flood the room from behind his closed eyelids, and then darkness again as the door closes. He feels another presence in the room, but doesn't open his eyes. Silence coats the room like paint.
Suddenly he is picked up by the collar and pushed up against the wall. He opens his eyes and is met by a purplish glow from a crystal that is only centimetres from his face, and behind that, the dark purple eyes of Master Cyclonis. Looking into her eyes triggers the flow of memories from the final battle, and he is thrown back into his worst nightmare.
Terra Atmosia. The Storm Hawks were preparing for the final offensive by the Cyclonians to take the capital of the free Atmos so they could gain total power. All other sky night squadrons had been defeated protecting their home terras. Some, the lucky ones, had managed to escape and go into hiding, while others had been taken to the Cyclonian prison on Terra Zartacla.
When the alarms of the Condor went off, they knew it was their turn. The plan was simple. "Don't let them get to the Terra." They looked into the oncoming droves, and knew that it wouldn't be that simple. At least 60 Cyclonians were flying towards them, and at their head, the Dark Ace and Master Cyclonis herself. The squadron looked into each other's eyes before taking off, thinking that for once, Stork was right. They were doomed. Aerrow flew straight towards the front of the pack, knowing that if he took down Cyclonis and the Dark Ace quickly, that the others might have a chance at defeating the rest of them before Atmosia was taken.
The next few minutes were a blur. Cyclonis stayed back and watched the battle between Aerrow and the Dark Ace. She had obviously promised him Aerrow's scalp, although Aerrow wondered how long she would keep her word. The good thing was that she wasn't fighting the other Storm Hawks, and out of the corner of his eye Aerrow saw Cyclonian parachutes floating towards the ground. His focus came back as the Dark Ace knocked Radarr off the skimmer. He felt the anger rise within him, and he began to glow blue. The lightning claw hit the Dark Ace in the chest, and he fell a few hundred metres before deploying his battle glider and flying back towards Aerrow with a look of utter hatred on his face, which Aerrow returned. But before the Dark Ace could attack again, Cyclonis yelled,
"Remember the plan, Dark Ace. You've had your turn. Now take the Terra!"
Hearing this, Aerrow made to lunge for the Dark Ace, but was held back by a staff with a purple crystal.
"Now now, Aerrow, I think you should stay here with me," Cyclonis whispered in his ear, before sending out a flash of purple light from her staff, which caused all the talons to stop fighting and head towards the terra.
Aerrow was about to yell to his team to go after them when the light from the Aurora tower went out, and darkness filled the sky. It was too late. Atmosia was now under Cyclonian power, and the talons would be back at any time to take his friends. Cyclonis was laughing, her hand gripping his shirt like a vice.
"Guys, split up and go away! Now! You're not going to get another chance!" he yelled.
"We're not leaving you Aerrow, not now, not ever!" he heard Pipers reply above the rising wind.
"That's my final order! Go!" And he watched with relief and sadness as they flew off into the distance.
"How sweet of you Aerrow, acting the hero. Well, let me tell you, you won't be one for much longer," he had looked into her eyes, seen a flash of purple, and then all went black.
Yay! First chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it! R&R please! And don't be afraid to criticize! Thanks!