Helloo! So we are starting to get to where we know from the show!
Poor Cyclonis is becoming more emotionally unstable and paranoid now.
Bit more Dark Ace and Cyclonis' father establishment too.
Reason I don't want to name Cyclonis' grandmother/father is as they were never named so I don't want to take anything away from the shows feeling, and plus I don't want to feel like there's any OC's involved. Not a major fan of them myself. Each to their own I guess.
Anyway! Thank you again to StormRocker and 37 for being my only reviewers!
(Also if anyone wanted a voice actor/characteristic to imagine for Dark Ace's father [I imagine anyway] for him to be similar in voice/charactersistics of King Thranduil in Lord of The Rings (who was played by the fantastic Lee Pace!) just a little something to add.
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Cyclonis sat in her lab, clicking buttons on a large machine with spider like limbs that placed crystals into it with a click of a button. It was her storm engine.
The device was one of her grandmothers creation, a device which was used to harness the power of the storms. Cyclonis knew how to use it, she knew what she was missing from it...
The storm engine was something only Cyclonis and her grandmother knew how to work, she had been practicing with it over time. Using it to create small rainstorms over the Terra, and some occasional snow which angered her father when his talons began building snowmen and making snow angels in the hangar.
But it was all good practice, she had a plan for the device, a plan her grandmother had devised long before her passing.
Elsewhere on the Terra Dark Ace approached his Master, Cyclonis father himself. "Master, we are ready for the attack on Terra Atmosia. The Raptors and talons are waiting your command". Dark Ace bowed.
The pale man rose from his throne, his long raven hair fell to his face. "Get one of the talons to ready my skimmer, and have Ravess stay." He paused.
"In my absence my daughter is to command the Terra, but I would like Ravess to be at hand in case of any... Mishaps...". The Master removed his cloak, his silver Cyclonian crested armour shone before Dark Ace.
"Of course Master". Dark Ace retracted from his bow.
Cyclonis was still in her lab, she heard footsteps echo through the room amongst the mechanical clinking of her Storm Engine.
Dark Ace approached her. "Cyclonis, your father and I will be leaving for Atmosia. You will need to take command of the Terra in his absence".
He paused, waiting for the girl to respond, but she didn't, she just kept clicking at the buttons of the large machine.
"We shall return in three days. I can bring you back a souvenir if you like?"
He was merely trying to make any form of conversation at this point, Cyclonis hadn't been the same since her grandmothers death several months ago.
Dark Ace was concerned, the Cyclonis he once knew had become a paranoid, synical girl, turning more and more like her grandmother each day.
Dark Ace remembered returning from Terra Merb, offering a game of chess to his young master. But she refused to talk, the chess pieces broken, they never played again after that day. He missed those days. He missed their close friendship.
"Crystals". She responded.
"Hmm?" He questioned, snapping himself out of his deep thought.
The young girl turned around "I would like crystals, the more powerful, the better." Her hood opened up into a spiked collar as she spoke.
"Consider it done". He smiled, bowed and left her.
Atmosia. The largest most powerful Terra in the Atmos; well other than Cyclonia Dark Ace thought. The Terra was home to the Aurora Stone, the item his master sought to seek out. They knew there would be Sky Knights patrolling, they had come more than prepared.
Dark Ace flew his skimmer alongside his Master, a fleet of thousands of Cyclonians led behind, Cyclonian Destroyers blasted at the Terra ahead of them.
They weren't without company as they had anticipated.
The Interceptors led a sea of squadrons into battle.
Dark Ace smirked, the Red Eagles were amongst the volley. He had defeated the Storm Hawks, the Red Eagles should be nothing for him to take on, after all he had taken down Lightning Strike, the Sky Knight considered to be the greatest of all.
Dark Ace spun his skimmer 360 degrees as a volley of shots headed towards the Cyclonian fleet.
Cyclonia versus Atomosia, the battle was gruelling for both sides.
Repton led the Raptors onto land to terrorise civilians, the Interceptors tried to defend them, Repton threw his boomerang towards one of them.
All Dark Ace could see from his skimmer was the Reptons taking them down. Repton pulling the flesh from their bodies and the raptors all cackling menacingly as they feasted, covered in the blood of their enemies.
Dark Ace had spotted their Sky Knight and leader, Starling injured on the Terra below.
Her skimmer crashed aside of her and her arm bleeding. He could take her down, finishing the Interceptors.
BOOM
Dark Ace's gaze now fixed to his left as he saw one of the Cyclonian Destroyers fall from the sky, a sea of black smoke billowing towards his face, his vision impaired.
He flew above the smoke cloud but the last Interceptor was gone. He assumed either she had got away or Repton and his raptors had taken her down.
Hours went by, squadrons fell to the wastelands, Talons and skimmers exploded in the sky.
The Raptors feasted on the bones of innocents below, it almost made Dark Ace sick. He had seen death and destruction, but not this pure barbaric act.
Dark Ace watched in the distance and saw his Masters skimmer get shot down.
The skimmer plummeting to the wastelands, his Master falling, fast...
The Master tugged at his parachute but it was jammed.
Dark Ace accelerated his skimmer towards his Master but Dark Aces own skimmer was hit by one of the Red Eagles he opened up his glider towards one of the talons skimmers, pushing them off to use the skimmer for himself.
But he was too late, he watched his Masters body fall into the wastelands below.
Talons racing to try and aid their master, all were either shot down or crashed before they could get anywhere near close.
Dark Ace called the Cyclonian fleet to a halt, deeming they had won.
Atmosia was burning, their skies filled with smoke and their streets filled with crimson.
Neither side had won, both had great losses.
Cyclonis had lost the most, she just didn't know it yet.
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Hope everyone enjoyed my take on what happened to the Interceptors! A little graphic, hence the T rating as I had always intended on putting this part in.
Please review! I am enjoying writing so much, and every review helps me improve or boosts my confidence! Thanks all!