"I smell something weird."
Dark Ace looked up from his skimmer to see Master Cyclonis, walking around the hanger bay, nose poked high in the air. She didn't usually come down to this part of the palace; actually, in all his years of Talon service, the Dark Ace had never seen her here. His eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Maybe it's the crystal fuel, Master," he said, standing and bowing as he spoke.
"Shut up. I know what crystal fuel smells like." She sniffed again. "No, this smells...good, almost."
"Food from the kitchens? They are right below us." He was starting to get a tad annoyed.
"Food from the kitchens smell like crap." She walked up to Ravess' skimmer and gave it a whiff. She looked like some sort of deranged blood hound.
"Well, maybe if you described the scent-" He was cut off when Cyclonis walked up to him and grabbed him by the shoulders, her nose pressed to his chest.
Sniff, sniff.
"Er...Master Cyclonis? What are you-"
"Do you wear cologne?" she said all of a sudden.
"Um...Sometimes..."
"You smell good."
"Thank...you?"
"Hm." She walked out the door. "Dismissed."
He returned to fixing his skimmer, mind whirling in confusion. Maybe working for a fourteen year old wasn't such a good idea, after all.
--
She stepped out of the hanger bay, then pulled a Shielding Crystal from her pocket. Almost immediately, her body began to ripple and shudder. The dark hair turned magenta, and she grew taller. Violet eyes faded to golden. Soon, "Cyclonis" was a completely different person altogether.
Ravess laughed quietly to herself as she wandered down the hall. "I always did have a hunch," she muttered to herself.
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A/N: Crappy, I know, but hey, rather amusing. I think Ravess has a crush on our Talon commander... OOH, what if Dark Ace asks the real Cyclonis about it later?