Summary: So how did Stork get so paranoid and pessimistic? Some say that's just the way of the Merbs, but is it really? Or is it something more disturbing? Enter me and you've got one twisted tale coming your way. This story is a lot of dark and tragic (and twisted) drabbles smeared together into some sort of order. It is a story, but it's pretty mixed up. Flash backs of both Piper and Stork, present time chapters with mostly Stork's POV. Also occasionally some chapters that are like a written view of Stork's mind. I got the idea from the R.A. Salvatore books in which each part has an opening by one of his characters. StorkxPiper, rated M because there's gonna be swearing and some pretty messed up stuff.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Storm Hawks (and I'm sorry for any psychological damage that may be done to them due to my fic).
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Squadron
Squadron.
That word means different things to different people. If you aren't part of a squadron then you can't begin to understand the bond we develop. I guess even if you're in a squadron you have some different ideas of what it means. I can barely begin to describe what my squadron means to me.
I suppose most people think of their squadrons as family. I prefer not to think of mine that way, but then again, I have a different view of families then most. When most people think of family they think of things like unity and love and understanding and sacrifice. I think of things like pain and fear and suffering and toxicity. Personally, I think squadrons go deeper then family. Maybe they go even deeper then friendship.
When you're with your squadron, no matter where you are, you're always home. No matter what kind of place you get stuck in, whether it be Atmosia or Bogaton you've always got this feeling of security and acceptance. In a squadron, no matter who is your leader or what species you are, you always feel equal. In a squadron you don't just find a way to work together, you find a way to live together, despite racial differences and personality clashes. You're always accepted and understood and there's this sort of unspoken promise that no matter what they've always got your back. It's such a good feeling to know that, believe me.
People say that when soldiers from different places and who were brought up in different ways are thrust together in a war, they form this bond together that is so strong and so deep that no one can really understand it unless you've gone through the same thing. They become almost like brothers, they watch out for each other and they love each other. That's sort of what we got too. We love each other like our own brothers and sisters, and more then that, we love each other like parts of ourselves. Your fellow squad-mates become a part of you, an extension of yourself. They become so much a part of you that if they were to leave you just wouldn't be able to function properly. When they're sad, you're sad and when they're happy you're happy. If someone insults your squad-mate then they insult you too. Their enemies become your enemies. Their pain becomes your pain. You love them so much that you'd sooner die then betray them. You'd suffer for them, you'd die for them. You'd take the hit for them without even having to think about it. If they're dying in the hospital and they need a new heart you're the first one to raise your hand, no questions asked. You trust each other with your life. You know they've always got your back, and they know you've got theirs. You'd take on an army to try and save them and they'd do the same for you. They'd follow you through Hell and back again. No matter what kind of trouble you get yourself in, they'll be there to get you out. They'll never give up on you. They heal you and they protect you and they don't ask for anything in return because they know you'd do the same. They'd die fighting beside you, and no matter how bad things look they won't leave your side. They follow you to the bitter end, and you'd follow them too. That's why I wish that when things get bad they weren't there beside me. I wish that they were somewhere happy and safe instead of facing possible doom with me, because I know they're ready to die beside me and it makes me so terribly happy and sad at the same time I feel like I'll just break down and cry. Oh, sure, I love to know I've got my best friends beside me when things get bad. But when it gets really bad? I wish they weren't there to go down with me.
Of course, there is no better way to go then beside your friends, fighting for what's right. It's sort of a double standard, really. I wouldn't want to know my friends were about to die beside me, but there's no way I'd rather go then beside my friends, surrounded by an army of Cyclonians, taking out as many as I could before I too go down, my only leaving regret knowing that my friends were going to go down with me. But there's no greater fate then that. I don't anticipate that end, but when it does come, all I'll have to say is "Bring it on." It's the ultimate ending and I don't want to go any other way. It's the way I know we're all going to die, they way we should die, together, fighting for those who can't fight for themselves. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
So, to me, squadron is blood. You can't live without blood and you can't live without your squadron. Sure, there are other things you can't live without, like air. But air is not a part of you. Blood is a part of you, and without blood air is useless. Without your squadron life is worthless. So that's what squadron is to me. Squadron is brethren. Squadron is blood. Squadron is life.
-Stork
A wee bit shorter then usual, but this is only the first chappie. Kicks up a bit after this. Please review and tell me what you think so far!
