Agents on the Outside
By- Spymaster Fletcher
Summery: Atmos fights Cyclonia. Sky-Knights fight Talons. Spymaster fights Spymaster. Every one gets thrown into one large melting pot of war. Join me in exploring two different sides, from the eyes and ears of thousands, poured into two voices. Join me in watching our favourite heroes and villains used and abused with out their knowing. R&R please!
Disclaimer: Clearly, I do not own Storm Hawks. If I did, Ephraim of Cyclonia and Naava of Atmosia would be part of the show, not being portrayed in a fan fiction. So, if you do not mind, no suing. I'm not fond of it.
Warning! Mild explicit content.
I will be doing this story in many different ways, by way of log book, first person, second person and flash backs. Don't try and figure out any mathematical equation on how I decide to do each one. Some one tried, they really hurt their brain.
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"Ephraim! Sir? Master Cyclonis wishes to speak with you! She expects you in the throne room immediately!" At that Talons beckon from my master through the thick door, I fell out of my chair. I had still been sleeping and had awoken with a satisfying thump of my elbow hitting the ground, followed shortly by the rest of my body. I let a string of unpleasant words escape my lips as I pulled my self up, I called to the messenger gruffly,
"Tell her I'll be there soon." I herd the Talon run off, god I hated being woken up. I had to get going, but I could leave in what I was in. Even in Cyclonia, there were rules of edict. At the moment, I was still in my pajamas. I hadn't changed for at lest one or two weeks, I very quickly loose track of things like that. It was unsanitary to be in one set of clothing for that long, but I rarely had the time to eat let alone change. But for something as formal as a summon, I need to look the part. I walked over to the trunk in the back corner of the room. In it was my uniform. I hate uniforms. It was a pair of black combat boots and dark blue pants with a grey shirt. I also had the option of wearing my jacket, a dark red with black cuffs and the Cyclonian emblem on the upper right side of the chest. I slipped it on, couldn't hurt, right? I sighed as I walked down the long flight of stairs, did I mention how much I hated uniforms? They were really uncomfortable.
I hated Cyclonia, well, I hated how it looked. I know Cyclonis is into evil, but could a touch of colour hurt? I don't think so. It was depressing being here, no wonder every one had some sort of issue, it was bred by bad décor. I entered the throne room by means of the giant doors. The other Talon Generals were there already, along with the Raptors. They must have been waiting for me. I smirked, Oh how loved making their life difficult, they make mine hell every opportunity they got.
"You summoned me, Master Cyclonis?" I gave one of my bows. It was amazingly flashy, and with good reason. Spymasters have a tendency to get cocky, so I 'humble myself' to my leader by doing the flashy bow. It works, I don't much like it, but it works. I don't think it would hurt for the others to do it a few times, but then again, I'm the only sane one in the higher ranks of Cyclonia, or at lest I believe so.
"I need you to do me a great service, because my other," She looked to the left of her with distain towards the others, "subordinates have failed to create a plan that works! I am giving you a try. You will have all resources you need, human or not, to come up with and execute a plan that will take all sky knights out of the sky, and bring the little sparrows to me." I knew what she meant by sparrows; it was what we all called the Storm Hawks, unless you're Dark Ace. He called them 'Worthless pack of brats let by that damned Aerrow.' It didn't catch on, I think he has Aerrow issues. Their was a moment of silence as I took a breath to answer, obviously I would say yes, I didn't have a death wish. And if I did, I would like a painless death. But I was stopped by Dark Ace. I had grown a dislike for the man, he was only a few years older than myself, and hadn't been in Cyclonia as long as me, (hell, when he was fighting ageist the empire, I had already started spying for it!) but he acted like my superior. It really pissed me off.
"Master Cyclonis! Surely you trust I could take out the Storm Hawks myself! He doesn't have the experience in the skies! Wouldn't it be better if I con-" He was cut off by the double pitched demonic voice Cyclonis had when she was angry, it sent shivers down my spin,
"Quite!" He commanded, Dark Ace stared up at her in surprise, we all did, "You have had your chances, so have the rest of you. Spare the Raptors who will return to Bogatron, you will all remain in the capital, unless my Spymaster has need of you, now go!" She pointed to the door; I gave a bow and flashed a smile in the Dark Aces direction. I really didn't have anything ageist the rest of them, but to humiliate Dark Ace, it was too deliciously sweet not to gloat.
As we walked down the hall, he whispered in my ear,
"You will use me to take out the Storm Hawks." His voice was menacing, I should have been shaking in my boots, but instead I simply said,'
"I have no idea what you are talking about. From What I herd, I make the choices, not you. So behave your self Dark Ace, I'll play you as a trump if you're a good little boy." I turned the corner before he could reply, it was nice having power.
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"What's a spymaster?!?!? Do you guys have to embarrass me in front of every important person in the Atmos?!?!?" Piper fumed as they walked into the control room. The boys looked at each other, it wasn't their fault.
"Come on Piper! It's not that bad!" Aerrow pleaded, he didn't really want her to be angry with him,
"Yea, and you don't need us to embarrass you, you were doing a bang up job of it your self!" Finn laughed, he wasn't too affected by Piper yelling at them, it became common place for him, in fact, if he didn't get yelled at, his day wasn't complete.
"What do you mean by than Finn?" He grabbed his shirt color,
"You sounded like a freaky school girl on crack!" He pointed out with a grin, she dropped him,
"I did not!" She said,
"Yea, you kind of did." Stork pointed out quietly, bracing himself for a hit. Piper had never hit him before, Finn plenty of times, but it was his experience that if a woman is angry, it's not the smartest idea to point out her flaws. Piper just let out an angry scream and stomped off to her room,
"That went, well." Junko said quietly, every one just shrugged, it would blow over. They hopped.
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Naava looked over the paper work and let out a sigh. She was right, the Storm Hawks had brought a box of reports, not in any sort of logical order. She scowled, she knew with out a doubt they were a more than competent sky knight squadron, but they had no organizational skills, many other shared the same problem. She loved the Rex Guardians, with them, everything was nice and neat and organized, a perfect example of how the reports should be handed in, not in a heap. He took out the first few pieces of paper.
"I need an assistant!" she groaned, then, the idea hit her. She would find her self one and pay them out of her own pocket. She had a lot of money, she got free(and good) meals, free living, her uniform was free and she just changed into other clothing on occasion that was old hand me downs. She almost never spent more than a few pounds a month; she could more than afford to hire some one. She wanted some one who would do the work with out complain, and she knew just the girl.
Piper.
The energetic young navigator would be perfect! And, if the Storm Hawks didn't exist, that meant even less work for them! Perfect! She would have to do some extra work to get her trained, but it would all pay off in the long run. She pushed the box off the desk and started to got down ideas, and soon, she had formulated a plan to get Piper to work for her, no logical person could resist! Marrie let out a yawn from her place on Naava's desk, she must have found this entire process completely pointless, Naava stroked her aimlessly, her mind filled the prospect of sleep.
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I know it was short, and if I had more time, I would do a little more, but the holidays are just so damn stressful, and I've been sleeping more these days, which sounds odd coupled with the holiday statement. But any way, you will find the relation between characters will surprise you past what your tiny little brains could fathom! Muhahahahaha!