For the combatants, it was a different story. The Talons were preparing. Suiting up, getting gear on, checking the fuel gauges on their skimmers, doing all the necessary things before a big battle. Even though there were only seven people to fight, they new that the Storm Hawks were good and with the added threat of Moonshadow on their side, they might just lose. Of course, none of them were saying this to their commanders, who were in a very nasty mood.
Ravess was in her room watching the weather reports on the gathering storm. 'This isn't good.; She thought to herself. ;This storm definitely gives them the upper hand. And with Moonshadow's power in storms, we're in for one heck of a night. Dang.' The storm warning had just upped another level, and was now way off the charts.
"Heh, perfect. A storm in the final battle of the Storm Hawks. A fitting ending if you ask me." Stork rambled. "Oh, be quiet Stork! Were perfectly fine. Besides, there is no better place to fight then in a storm. Also, we have an advantage over them." Moonshadow said. "What advantage?" Finn asked. Moonshadow was about to answer, when the Condor was hit by a hard blast. "That would be our guests." Moonshadow said and ran to the skimmer.
As both sides were about to clash, Moonshadow noticed that the Cyclonians were more hesitant than usual. 'Odd, I wonder what info they dug up about me?' Moonshadow thought to herself. She was quickly blasted out of her thoughts as the Cyclonians got into firing range.
She stood up on her skimmer, and raised her blade to the sky. Like a lightning rod, huge bolts of thunder were drawn to it. After they ended, she brought her blade into a wide sweep, causing lighting bolts to go rolling towards the Cyclonians, taking out quite a few of there troops with just one.
The Dark Ace could see all the light flashing in the room from the bolts. 'Something tells me this isn't going very well for the Cyclonians.' he thought to himself. A blaster fired from one of the battleships. He heard it explode somewhere into a rock face. 'Great, now even their aim is getting worse.'
And he was right, though the Storm Hawks were getting tired from the battle. Moonshadow was still going strong, but she was used to this kind of thing. She had just let out another round of lightning bolts, plus the storm was also hitting Cyclonians. The Cyclonians had been reduced to about a third. Piper was clashing with three talons, while Junko and Finn were busy with Ravess and Snipe, who were putting up an excellent effort. Aerrow and Moonshadow were fighting the rest.
Aerrow had just taken out a Cyclonian, and was going into a head-on collision with another one, saying to Radarr "Don't worry, they always blink first." He was completely relaxed, careless too, when he heard Moonshadow yell, "Aerrow what are you doing?" Her voice was frantic, full of worry. When he looked forward, they were inches apart, and the Cyclonian was getting ready to fire. A sudden though passed through his head, 'Cyclonian skimmers are made for deliberate head-on collisions.'
Hello, for those of you who read 'A Storm Hawks Story', and seen the new opening sequence, you'll probably be thinking 'Well her idea is out.' But it's not! I've written a little story of how my story might fit in with that. And I'm just kind of making up the names; I'll change them if I find out the real names. So, with out further ado, here it is:
Bang! A loud crash resounded around the Condor. "What was that?" One of its occupants asked. "I don't know, but I'm going to find out!" The redheaded leader of the Storm Hawks walked down the corridors of the great ship, to the hangar where the clash had originated. What he saw there made him gasp.
The burning remains of a crashed skimmer were in the corner, a scorch mark along the floor in its wake. But the most interesting sight was a young teenage boy lying sprawled on the floor. The redhead jogged over to were he was lying. "Tanner?" he asked. The boy groaned in response. 'Well at least he's alive' he thought.
In the infirmary of the condor, Tanner was just waking up. "Hello, sunshine. Are you alright?" A redheaded man asked. "Sunshine?" Tanner questioned. "Yes. What happened?" The big man asked. "Cyclonia. They attacked our squadron, I just barely got away alive." Tanner said. Just as the man was about to ask another question a female said "Tommy! Let him wake up first before you start interrogating him!" "Alright, Monica." Tommy said. "It's alright. What were you going to ask?" Tanner questioned, still a little drowsy. "I was going to ask what they did to your hair and eyes. They've both changed color completely!"
"What do you mean?" Tanner asked. He had no clue that they looked any different than they were supposed to. "You haven't looked in a mirror lately have you? No? Curse those Cyclonians. Is everyone in your squadron dead? Sephiroth? Vankata? Spear? Moonshadow?" Tanner nodded and shook his head accordingly, but the last name was so quite he barley heard. "So what exactly happened?" Tommy asked. "I don't really remember; my head hurts." The teenager replied. Tommy's eyes narrowed at this. "Odd." he said.
"Sir, there's going to be an attack on Cyclonia. All the kingdoms are participating, but we'll be the last one's there." A man in his early twenties, late teens proclaimed. "Well then, what are we waiting for? An invitation? Set course for Cyclonian now, full speed ahead!"
The battle on Cyclonia was not going well. The squadrons had lost a lot of members, even before they had gotten anywhere near Cyclonia. Sky sharks, raptors, and a couple little bunches of boarder control guards had taken there toll on them. But now came the hard part, dealing with all the Cyclonian troops!
Harrier had never seen so many in his life, well, not all in one place anyway. Just as both sides were about to clash together, a foghorn cut through the air. Both sides looked over in surprise to see the Storm Hawks squadron come riding out of the hangar of the Condor. "Harrah!" The Squadrons yelled. "Oh, no." The Cyclonians groaned. Nevertheless this would be a long fight.
Three days later, the Sky Knight squadrons of Atmos had all but defeated Cyclonia. Just as Tommy and Tanner were getting ready to head out to finish the job, Tanner stepped out of the door into the helm, which was deserted except for Archie, the helmsman, who was about to leave. "And just were do you think you're going, Archie?" Tanner spat out as if it were poison in his mouth. "To see you of before you finish off Cyclonia, and avenge The Flaming Pheonixes, along with all the other squadrons the Cyclonians have killed. What else?" Archie said. "Oh, I don't think so." Tanner replied coolly an evil glint in his eyes
"Hey, where's Archie, he said he'd be down?" Tommy asked. The rest of the team had gathered in the hangar to wish him and Tanner good luck. "Oh, he said he was busy fixing repairs and to leave without him, and that he'd see us later." Tanner replied. "Err, ok, I guess." Tommy said and took off, too focused on the mission at hand to notice a dark red stain on Tanner's shirt.
As the Sky Knight was about to reach Cyclonia, he was to engrossed in the defenses around the place, that he failed to notice a slight sift in the balance of the skimmer. Tanner brought Tommy's sword up (which currently held a rare blue striker crystal) to strike. Right before he did he said, "My name is NOT Tanner, you shall remember me as The Dark Ace!" Tommy turned to look at him. The last image he saw was that of the evil dark red light that shone in his enemy's eyes.
Harrier was fighting of the last remains of the Talons that hadn't fled yet. He was worn out and ready for the fight to be over. A huge explosion sent debris and other things flying through the air. He looked over just in time to see the Condor's last remaining pieces fall into the wastelands, and a deep, dark mechanical laugh resonate through the air, and then it was all over. The battle was won, but not without its costs. The Storm Hawks were no more.
Somewhere on Atmos, a little newborn baby boy with red hair was crying. He had somehow sensed, that his father had his life ended. But deep down in his sub-conscious, he swore an oath to avenge him, no matter the costs. And thus, the Dark Ace had unknowingly met his match.