Master Cyclonis sat on her throne, drumming her fingers, and having an inside argument with herself. In her head, two voices were having a debate.

"Look!" said her sensible voice, "If you keep beating up your commanders and insulting them you won't have any left!"

"But it's not my fault!" said her other voice, "They either insulted me or were being fools!"

"It's not their fault that you are in such a bad mood because you lost that cloning crystal!"

"Shut up!" said the other voice. She went on.

"And didn't you promise when you were 10 that you wouldn't get teenage tantrums? It's the hormones!"

"Shut up! Or I'll throw you to the wastelands!"

"See, you're insane! You're threatening yourself!"

She could almost hear it laughing.

"Urgh!" she fumed and got up. She needed to work on that navigation crystal, after all. Just think, one more session and she could find anything at will. No more hiding Skyknights and Cyclonians could block any attacks and go through their defences, as they'd know their exact positions! The Skyknights would be powerless! And Cyclonia would triumph! As for those Stormhawks, they'd be her finniest trophy! She pictured them in chains and grinned.

Better get on with her crystal making, then. And as for the squadron she'd created, the one she'd summoned to the throne room would soon be ready for the mission! She smiled, and set to work.

I wandered down the corridor feeling terrible. I was sure Master Cyclonis was going to kill me! I was in such a daze I didn't notice I'd got to the door throne room. I slowly opened to big iron door.

Creeeeeaaaaaak... I'm gonna die!

I crept inside-and peered around. Only commanders got to go her, and the top ones at that. The room was quite large, and at the other end there was a sort of stage type thing on which stood Master Cyclonis's prize position, her Crystal engine. I looked around for Master Cyclonis, but she wasn't to be seen. Suddenly, a staff came around of nowhere and nearly hit me on the head. My instincts took over and I blocked it. I looked round at my attacker and saw none other than Master Cyclonis. I panicked.

What did I do? I knew she was gonna kill me!

That's when, to my surprise, she took her staff off mine and said "Good, good!"

I blinked. What? Was she going to kill me or not?

Oh well, if I'm gonna die if might as well find out why.

"M-m-Master Cyclonis? May if be so bold as to ask why I'm here?"

Her majesty regarded me for a moment then replied.

"I'm firing Snipe."

What? Commander snipe, fired? What does this have to do with me?

"Might I ask what does that have to do with me?"

"I wish you to replace him."

Ghaaa! Say WHAT?

"M-m-me? Why Master?"

"Quite a few reasons-one, you're a good fighter. Two, you seem to have an air of authority."

Authorative? Me?

I thought back. I remembered all the wars on Terra Bluster I'd used to wage. It was the kids that were rebels vs. Cyclonia supporters. I was the Cyclonia commander, and I usually won. I remembered me shouting at my Talons, if they failed me. I remembered yelling battle plans at them, and giving orders.

Then I realised what her majesty was saying.

"You remember your little games on your home Terra, do you?"

"You-you know about that, Master?" I didn't dare ask how.

"Yes-it amused me that you were waging the war we were on a smaller scale."

I worked that out. I was 12, so Cyclonis would have been-6? I didn't ask.

"Another reason is that you also had a tactical mind, did you not?"

I remember how I could block the enemy's moves with my own troops and how we cornered them and beat them every time.

"So you will be the new sub-commander."

"But what-I don't know how!"

"That's why I'm giving you a practise mission. There is a small terra that is being held by some rebel Skyknights. I must confess, I didn't think it important but it will be perfect for you. You may take 10 Talons. You leave in 2 days."

"I-I-I am honoured your majesty!"

"Good. Ravess!" The last bit was yelled out to the back of the room.

The doors opened and Ravess walked in. She bowed at her majesty, and then waited for orders.

"Show this girl to her room!"

"Yes, Master Cyclonis!"

With that, my audience with her majesty was over. My life as a talon had ended. My life as a commander had begun.

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