Snipe was snoring.
Very.
Loudly.
The walls of his bedroom shook with each rattling breath. His neighbors buried their heads underneath pillows and tried to drown out the horrible noise, to no avail. The Dark Ace stumbled out of his bed and to the closet, dressing hurriedly, before barging over to Snipe's room and banging vigorously on the door.
"SNIPE! Wake up or I'll kill you!" he shouted.
Only to have about fifty rather angry Talons jut their heads out of their respective doors, blinking sleepily. With a growl and a roar, the Dark Ace trudged to the mess hall for a brief breakfast.
His crystal pager buzzed.
Oh, hell, what now?
Storming to Master Cyclonis' chambers, he bowed rather hastily. She was sitting in her throne, looking at him expectantly. "I've got a new mission for you, Dark Ace," she drawled. "One that involves a lot of...tact."
Couldn't she have waited until I ate breakfast? he thought to himself, aggravated. "Yes?" he said out loud. "Master?"
"Snipe and Ravess-"
"If this mission involves tact, then why in God's name is Snipe coming?"
Cyclonis glared for a few moments at him for his irreverence, before continuing. "Snipe is annoying me. I want him out of the palace. Moving on: We've received reports that the Storm Hawks are near Terra Saharr. I want you to launch a surprise attack on them, is that understood?"
Dark Ace groaned inwardly.
"Dark Ace?" Cyclonis hissed, her voice dangerously soft.
"Yes, Master..."
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A/N: Hmmm...
I'm interested...
And I'm the person writing it. No, I didn't just pull this out randomly. It has a purpose. BLARGH!