He sighed.

Sometimes, he wished he was important. Maybe then it wouldn't end like this.

His skimmer smoked as it arced down into the clouds. The yank of his parachute hitting the wind.

The blue and red flashes of the spectacular dogfight happening above him.

There was a saying… "Fly with Dark Ace… and walk home". There was even a contest to see who stayed on their skimmers the longest during battle. So far, the winning time was 8.5 seconds.

He sighed again as he descended beneath the cloud layer…

..and wondered again why he had become a Talon..

OOO

Author's Note: Total word count: 99