Hah, this is going to be great! An idea from doovo2, everyone!


Not a Word

"Only three terras conquered in the past month," Cyclonis growled, her eye traveling over her commanders. "What do you have to say for yourselves?"

"It's those Storm Hawks, Master!" Ravess said at once.

"Yeah!" Snipe agreed. "They keep getting in the way!"

Master Cyclonis remained very calm and poised. "These defeats," she said, "are unacceptable. And I believe yours," her eyes flashed at Snipe, "was the latest."

Snipe stared at her with fearful eyes. "M-m-m-master . . . !" he stuttered fearfully.

But she didn't let him finish before she held out her red crystal and was about to shoot him with it. Snipe winced, waiting to be slammed against the wall.

But instead . . . the crystal exploded. The room filled with black smoke.

All the commanders coughed. "Master!" the Dark Ace cried worriedly, batting at the smoke to try to clear the air.

As the smoke dissipated, all the commanders froze at the sight before them. Master Cyclonis looked fine, but her face was completely blackened from the explosion, her hair thrown back and standing on end in a most comical manner.

The Dark Ace remained frozen, afraid of not being able to control himself if he dared to move.

Ravess' jaw dropped. Then she put a hand to her face to stop her giggling.

Snipe was a bit less subtle. He held in his out-and-out laughter, but he couldn't stop himself from chuckling, and he pointed at Master Cyclonis in amusement.

Master Cyclonis glared at all of them with the most contempt any of them had ever seen, her eyes seeming much brighter against her now-black face. She hissed, "Not. A. Word."