A young man stared down at the spiralling figure hurtling towards the ground. The splash of red hair was still visible as it flashed in the failing sunlight, which to some may signify the failing of the only bright future in Atmos.
His view was obstructed by the smoke and wreckage of the Condor as it hurtled past him, heading for the wastelands... an apt name for the final resting place of the Storm Hawks squadron, and the dreams of freedom they had so foolishly inspired in the minds of all who were desperate enough to follow them. Less apt perhaps, was their motto, 'The Sky is Never the Limit...' As if any one Sky Knight could hope to topple the Cyclonian Empire.
As the sunlight finally fell beyond the horizon, and the remnants of the Storm Hawks final battle fluttered down past him, Dark Ace jumped into the seat of Lightning Strike's skyride and turned to face the blood coloured skies that encompassed Cyclonia, which was finally free to take over the remainder of Atmos. He threw a velocity crystal into the converter, eager to get back to his true home. Master Cyclonis was sure to reward him for his efforts...