Something short that popped into my head. Snipe shows off his tactical mind.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Storm Hawks. No lawsuit please.

Snipe's Plan


A Cyclonian Talon recruit wandered aimlessly along Terra Cyclonia's massive parade grounds, clearly showing signs of being lost. New recruits were to report to their new leaders and regiments before the end of the day. Losing precious time, he gripped his weapon staff and approached a nearby group of veterans to ask for directions to his new regiment.

"Hello." the veteran group greeted. "Welcome to the club!"

"Hey, I'm lost." the recruit stated. "Do you know where I can find my regiment?"

One of the veterans stepped forward to assist. "Who is your superior? Is it the Dark Ace?"

"Uh, no. It's a person by the name of Snipe."

The veteran group stared at the recruit and burst into laughter.

"What's so funny?" the recruit asked, annoyed.

The group's representative spoke up, "It was nice knowing you, man. He's the worst one to serve under."

"He can't be that bad… can he?"

"Why don't you ask him? He's right behind you." one of the veterans said, pointing behind the recruit.

The recruit turned around to notice a large, portly man wielding a sandwich in an aggressive manner. The group of veterans slowly backed away into obscurity.

"S-Sir?"

Snipe took a bite of his sandwich and spoke, spewing chunks of food into the recruit's face. "Ah, new face. You're with us, puny one, and we're about to embark on the greatest assault in all of Atmos."

Snipe grabbed the recruit by the shoulders and shoved him into a nearby group of saddened Talons. One of the Talons nudged the recruit and whispered, "Leave while you still can!"

"Alright men, we are about to make history today!" Snipe announced, pacing back and forth in front of the group with his sandwich slowly dripping onto the parade grounds.

The group's morale improved slightly at the thought of becoming famed battle heroes of Cyclonia.

"And by we, I mean only I will be making history today." He sneered. "No one cares about you guys!"

Snipe raised his sandwich toward the red Cyclonian skies, "Today my soldiers… today you are to show no mercy towards the enemy!"

Snipe stopped pacing and faced his regiment and shouted with authority.

"Today, you are going to Invade The Sun!"

Snipe's regiment gaped at their leader in horror.

Snipe grinned, "So, what do ya think? Am I the greatest military genius ever or what? I thought it up all by myself!"

Snipe turned completely around to face other regiments of soldiers under the Dark Ace's and Ravess's command and shouted in a fit of anger. "Everyone will finally respect me when I take over the sun!"

His voice failed to penetrate into Ravess's and the Dark Ace's regiments. Snipe grunted.

"Alright weaklings," Snipe stated turning back around to see his troops, "I expect you all to-"

Snipe stood before a vacant lot with no soldiers in sight. Crystal weapon staffs littered the floor, marking the locations of where the Talons once stood.

"Hmm… eager bunch. They probably went off to prepare for the invasion."


Even the Talons can recognize a bad plan when they see one. I thought of this after A Little Trouble when the generic Talons seemed to display more intelligence and common sense than Snipe.