Darkness Ebbing
Introduction
Dark Ace entered his master's workroom. His red eyes lit up with anger when he saw Snipe. The idiot had made himself comfortable in Master Cyclonis' chair, and was eating a sandwich.
"Get off her throne." growled Dark Ace, reaching up towards his sword. "You're supposed to be searching!"
Snipe stood. "I don't see you searching. So Snipe isn't searching either." He crossed his arms across his massive chest.
"I'm not searching, because someone needs to keep idiots like you in check." Dark Ace roared, activating his sword millimetres from Snipe's face. "Now, I suggest you take your Talons and start searching." He continued, between clenched teeth.
Even Snipe could tell that this was more of a threat or an order than a suggestion. He grumbled to himself as he left.
This was ridiculous. Where was Master Cyclonis? Dark Ace let out a primal scream and kicked over a chair. Being in charge of these idiots was harder than he'd thought.
Every day, the Condor was flooded by birds delivering the various magazines, newspapers, alert and newsletters Piper had ordered in order to keep track of Cyclonis. The hangar bay was piled with them, and there was hardly any room for their skyrides.
"Can I get rid of this one?" Piper found a magazine shoved in her face. She nodded and Finn tossed the magazine out of the hangar.
"And this stack." Piper pointed. There was a scream as one of the delivery birds landed on the helmsmen, who thought they were all disease-ridden beasts. "No, on the left." She corrected Finn as he made his way over to the wrong one.
He pushed the pile over the edge and watched the papers flutter downwards. He jumped as he heard Piper yell: "I found something!"
"Didn't have to order so many to find it." Finn muttered. Piper had probably heard him and she thrust a newspaper at him: POSSIBLE LOCATION OF CYCLONIAN LEADER FOUND. The headline screamed, followed by a map. Finn stared at the page blankly, eyes wandering. Piper sighed; the blonde didn't seem to get it. She shook her head and ran off to match the picture with her charts.
"Hey! I was reading The Wasteland's tour dates!" Finn yelled, referring to one of the bands that he called his 'musical influence'.