(Dodges arrows and knives and other stuff that can kill)
Ok, Ok. I know I haven't updated lately but ... well... I have no excuse.
Anyway enjoy the next chapter.
Disclamer: I don't own Storm Hawks.
"Aw man! Why couldn't this happen some other day?"
Chaos filled the once peaceful beach. Frantic tourists and villagers ran around looking for cover. Half-eaten food, towels, and umbrellas were left scattered along the sand. Panicked screams and shouts for help filled the air as the Talon squadron buzzed in like a swarm of bees.
Aerrow scanned the sky, his emerald eyes full of hate and anger. His eyes finally settled upon a certain figure leading the Talon squadron. Blood-red eyes locked onto his, an arrogant smirk sliding onto the Dark Ace's face. Aerrow's frown deepened and a low growl escaped his throat.
"Storm Hawks! Head to the Condor!", he shouted towards his teammates.
The Dark Ace's smirk widened as he watched the tiny forms of the Storm Hawks run away.
"Talons! Attack!"
The elite Talon fighters zoomed in, racing each other to see who would start wreaking havoc first. Bright red blasts left their blasters, hitting the sparkling sand. Screams were heard as people jumped and ran while they tried to dodge the oncoming attacks. The Talon's skimmers suddenly swerved to the right and sped towards the Storm Hawks.
Aerrow turned and smirked as he saw the Talons zooming towards them.
"Junko! Talons at 6 'o clock!", he yelled over the skimmer's hum.
"I don't have a watch!", Junko shouted back, in a panicked voice.
"No, he means there are Talon's right behind us!", explained Finn.
Junko turned around and spotted the skimmers flying towards them.
"Ohhh."
"Junko! We need you to throw them off.", Aerrow smirked.
Junko gave a huge grin in return. He looked around and spotted a picnic table that lay toppled on the sand with various chairs surrounding it.
Perfect.
Junko quickly ran towards the table and picked it up. He swiveled around, giving the Talons his trademark grin. The Talons stopped when they saw what Junko had in his arms, but it was too late. Junko gave a mighty yell as he threw the table at the Talons. The massive men on the skimmers yelled while they tried to evade the projectile. However, one Talon wasn't lucky enough. The table hit the crystal converter on the skimmer, causing it to malfunction. The Talon panicked as his skimmer swerved out of control. He looked up just in time to see his skimmer ram onto the one next to him. They both jumped off just in time as their rides burst into flames. A few of their comrades turned around to look at the commotion, not paying attention to what lay in front of them. A few noticed all too late the chairs that soared towards them, crashing on their skimmers.
Aerrow turned around and grinned at the chaos that Junko caused. He gave his teammate a thumbs up as they continued running towards their ship.
"Almost there!", he thought as they got closer and closer to where they stationed their ship.
Suddenly, a distinct skimmer blocked their path. Scarlet colored eyes stared down at them, a grin covering the Dark Ace's face. The Storm Hawks halted in front of the Talon Commander. Their eyes filled with defiance, they stared at the man in anticipation of what he'd do. As the rest of the Talons surrounded them, Aerrow's eyes never left the Dark Ace's. Emerald eyes locked onto scarlet ones, the tension cutting through the afternoon heat. The Dark Ace's dark-clad arm reached over his back, pulling out his glowing-red sword and pointing it towards his greatest pest.
"Good-bye, Aerrow."
Master Cyclonis watched from the bridge of her battleship as the Dark Ace led the Talon squadron towards Terra Tropica. She scanned the Terra, noticing how different this Terra was from her home. The blue skies, the tall palm trees, the sparkling sand; they were all the complete opposite of the red skies full of lightning and the jagged rocks that surrounded her Terra. She was so used to the darkness that was always present in her home, that the bright sunlight bothered her eyes.
Yet there she was, looking out the windows, searching for the reason she had left her comfortable palace. A shock of fiery red hair suddenly came into view.
There he was. Aerrow of the Storm Hawks. The reason why she was so distracted lately.
Her amethyst eyes narrowed as a frown crawled onto her face. She watched as he scanned the sky, obviously looking for the Dark Ace. Her stomach tingled as she caught a glimpse of his emerald eyes.
Master Cyclonis' frown deepened.
"Look at myself. Getting so excited like a little schoolgirl. Pathetic.", she thought. She growled in frustration.
She hated this.
She hated the tingle she felt in her stomach when she saw his eyes. She hated the heat that rose to her cheeks whenever he was mentioned. She hated him for making her weak. After all, that's what this was. Weakness. She could clearly remember her grandmother's words as she warned her about these feelings.
"Never forget Lark, there is no such thing as love. There is only passion and lust. And believe me, those never last. What people call love is only weakness. And you must never be weak. Never.", she had said.
Master Cyclonis knew she was right. Her grandmother was always right.
So here she was, in front of her weakness, conflicting feelings clouding her mind. She knew there were only two options. Either she'd get rid of these feelings or get rid of her weakness. Only one of those choices would not only help her get rid of these feelings but also help her accomplish her goal of conquering Atmos.
She watched as the Dark Ace cornered the Storm Hawks. A smirk creeped onto her face. Her grandmother did tell her she should never be weak. As the Dark Ace pulled out his sword and aimed it at Aerrow, her smirk grew. With her weakness gone, she'd be strong again.
She was Master Cyclonis.
She was never weak.
