First, this might turn into some type of labyrinth thing if I do more

Also I know dove has an accent, id like to see you try put that to words

Papa was away with the rest of the Rebel Ducks, investigating an area close to Gale's borders where supposedly, Cyclonians have been spotted. I was alone on Terra Gale, keeping a lookout for any signs of trouble. After hours of waiting. . . still nothing. Eventually I felt myself struggling to fight off sleep as night came along. Focus, focus! Focus. . . no, focus! I told myself mentally. Focus, focus. . . oh look. . . shooting star. . . wait? I shook off my weariness and rubbed my eyes, looking again I could see a Sky Ride on fire as it flew past Gale. I reached for my spyglass and looked again, Heavily on fire, pilot struggling to maintain control, and. . . she. . . is looking at me? I watched as the vehicle adjust course, it began to spiral towards Gale and touched down towards the Terra's edge.

I grabbed by Crystal staff and ran out to the vehicle, as I approached it, I stopped before the burning debris scattered around it, I looked to see the pilot still on the Sky Ride's chassis, not moving.

'Hey!' I called out, no response.

She could be a Cyclonian? Ithought, but I can't leave her. . . to burn. . .

I hesitated for a moment, concerned for her and for myself. Without thinking, I ran up to the vehicle, braving the fires, pulling her from it and dragging her clear from the wreckage. I pulled her as far as I could before I pulled her over my shoulders and carried her to my house. I started kicking the door, hoping it would budge, but when it didn't I angled the Pilot over my arm turned the handle and forced the door in finally. As I entered the door frame I heard a thud, I turned to see the pilots head bump into the frame.

'Oops, sorry.' I said as I brought her in and laid her over the table.

As I laid her down, I looked down on her, I took note of what she was wearing. She's not wearing a Cyclonian uniform, but she doesn't look like a Sky Knight, I thought. I reached over her uniform and pulled off a sheet of metal with a scorch damaged insignia on it. Whatever this is, its very. . . pretty I thought. As I looked down at the uniform, I looked to her side and saw bleeding exposed skin, as I felt the skin, the girl gave of a small spasm.

'Wait. . . I-I'll fix zat.' I said as I scrambled for bandages and some scissors.

Ok, careful I told myself as I began cutting away the clothes, eventually I found myself cutting too much and I stopped myself as I started cutting close to her chest. If she wakes up, she may understand. . . maybe. I resumed my work, cutting clear of the burns before I ripped off her uniform, I gently cleaned the burns and began wrapped the bandage around her. when I was done I finally stepped back and realise what I've done: I cleaned the wound, bound it and. . . and I stripped a girl of her uniform down to her waist line. I averted my eyes, anywhere else but there I noticed another burn down her thigh. Alright. . . I need to. . . tend to that. . .too. . .

I resumed my work and began cutting away the cloth below the waist, finding marks stretching further up her leg. Oh, come on! I screamed internally, carefully I removed what remains of her clothes and gave it the same treatment. After I was done, I looked down again, feeling my body heating up. After I stood there, I raced to my room and grabbed a sheet of my bed, I raced back and covered her with it. Ok, safe, safe, safe. I sat in a chair beside the table and sighed. After a few minutes of thinking what Papa would think, I realised that I was still wearing my armour. Slowly I began unhooking all the pieces of my armour and returned them to the kitchen bench. As I returned, I began to see the Pilot stirring, slowly turning over as the sheet slid off her. I pulled off my helmet, reached down to pick up the blanket and as I lifted my head, I felt something brush against my hair. As I cleared the table I froze as I my head was almost brushing against the Pilots Exposed. . . chest. I leapt back in fear, I felt as if my face was almost melting. As I panicked, I only just noticed that the Pilot still had her goggles and mask on. I mustered my strength and gently pulled off the mask to see her mouth take in long, steady breaths, afterwards I pulled off the goggles and her full. . . naked form lied before me. All right. . . I better. . . put. . . this back I thought as I held the sheet but didn't start moving. After moments of hesitation, I dropped the sheet and stood over her, after a moment, I picked her up and began carrying her to my room. . . possibly bumping her head on the door way.

I placed her on my bed gently and pulled the sheet up over her chest and up to her neck. I stepped back, feeling a lot cooler as I turned to leave.

'Hey. . .' I heard a tired voice call, Oh no!

I turned to see the pilot sitting upright, sheets sliding down her front.

'Where. . . am I?' she asked.

'Ter. . . Terra Gale. . .' I said, covering my eyes.

'Why are you-' she began, staring down at herself, 'Why am I- argh!'

'Stop. . . you were hurt. . . so I mended you.' I said, barely.

I walked up, averting my eyes and tried to hold up the sheet to her.

'You are safe, but please. . . do not move too much.' I told her, as she slid back.

'Alright, who are you?' she asked.

'Dove, of the Rebel Ducks.' I answered.

'Alright, Dove I may need a few things, first off some water and alcohol, alright?' she asked, I raced out and gathered up the items requested and brought a jug of water and a bottle of cooking Sherrie.

'I already cleaned your wounds, so I don't think. . .' I began before she grabbed the bottle and put it to her lips, I walked up and set the jug on the floor beside the bed.

'What happened to my Sky Ride?' she asked.

'Its. . . outside. . . burning. . .' I answered, as she sighed.

'Alright, do you have a radio?' she asked.

'Yes, but I recommend you wait till morning and do all this then.' I told her as I pulled the sheet more over her.

'Thanks. . . Dove.' She said.

'Your. . . welcome.' I said as I left.

I looked out the window to see the burning wreck had began subsiding and took a seat beside the table. Papa will not like this. . . I thought to myself, dreading his return.

Morning? Morning. . . morning! I sprung from my chair and ran to the door to find the sun at midday. Crap! I looked around, expecting to see the Rebel Ducks around, but no one in sight.

'Papa? Papa?!' I called.

I headed inside and began strapping on my armour, and as I began to leave, the Pilot walked in with the sheet around her.

'Why were you shouting?' she asked, 'and why are you wearing pots?'

'This is my uniform.' I shot back, 'I must leave, my Papa hasn't come back, and he may be in trouble.'

'Alright, maybe if you have a spare jumpsuit I can help.' She asked, stepping up to me.

'No, you are in no condition to travel. . .' I stopped as I stared at her, 'and I do not know you?'

'. . . I am Starling, of the Interceptors.' I froze, dropping the pieces of armour I was fastening, 'and I would be happy to help you.'

'Your. . . the S-Starling?!' I stuttered.

'Yes, and I'm here to help.' She responded.

After my mild shock passed, feeling the pain of acting so ignorantly, I ran to my room, pulled out another jumpsuit and threw it to her.

'We must hurry, he was heading west of Gale so it he must have. . .' I stopped as I watched Starling drop the sheet and began to pull on the jump suit, '. . . disappeared over there.'

She turned around to face me and got ready.

'Alright, where is your Skimmer?' she asked.

I led her behind the house to my skimmer and climbed onboard, I was preparing the ignition but I shivered as she climbed aboard behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. As we left the ground, we parted the Terra and soared westward. After hours of searching and nothing, we turned around and returned to Gale. Upon our landing, I ran straight to the house and got on the radio.

'Terra Gale to the Condor, Condor come in?!' I yelled into it.

'You're calling the Storm Hawks?' Starling asked.

'Terra Gale to the Condor, come in please!' I yelled into it.

'Condor to Terra Gale, Dove its Aerrow.' His voice boomed through the radio, 'We found Wren, and were bringing him back to you, but were sorry, it will be a long trip back, we have a few stops to make.'

'Aerrow what happened?' I asked.

'He was captured by the Dark Ace, as well as other Sky Knights, we will explain when we arrive.' He answered, 'Sorry Dove, the Rex Guardians are demanding the radio, sorry well be there by morning.'

With that, I let out a sigh, Starling did nothing but pat my shoulder.

'Good old Storm Hawks.' she mused, as she gripped her side.

'Are you alright?' I asked.

'Sort of, but I think I need more Sherrie-' she said, slumping to her knees.

I got up and walked to her, I placed a hand on her side as I felt a wet patch under the jumpsuit.

'You. . . hang on.' I told her as I carried her to the table.

I ran off, tearing off my armour as I scrambled for more Sherrie and some bandages. I ran back, laying her back as I tore a hole in her jumpsuit without thinking. I pulled off the bandage to see blood pouring from underneath. I opened the bottle and poured some of the contents over the wound as she shrieked. I observed the wound to see a small slither of metal, hanging out from a slit, I carefully grabbed the small tip of the slither and began pulling out. Starling screamed in pain as I continued pulling, but her screams were cut short as she sprang up and sank her teeth in my shoulder, making me scream. I ripped out the rest of the shard, poured more of the Sherrie over it and held the bandage over the wound. She continued to nibble on my shoulder before I managed to loop the bandage around her.

'Sorry. . .' I whispered as I fastened the bandage as she bit me harder, and I finished with a bow before she finally released my shoulder.

I reeled back as I griped my shoulder, I looked at Starling as she was drinking from the bottle of Sherrie.

I looked down to see the small shard of metal, nearly an inch long, covered in blood on the tile floor. As I crawled towards it, I released my hand from my shoulder to see blood on it. She bites hard I thought as I picked up the shard, I sat by Starling and looked at her.

'Are you alright?' I asked.

'. . . better. . .' she responded, letting the bottle fall to the floor.

As I leaned on the table, I felt her arm on my bloody shoulder. I got up and carefully stood beside her.

'Thank. . . you. . .' she said, yanking my head towards her and giving me a kiss on the forehead, I looked down on her and noticed her smile, 'Sweet Dove. . . Dove the Duck. . .'

She laughed. Sweet Starling, still- still half naked!

When the Storm Hawks arrived, Papa thanked them for their endeavours and they told us of the situation they dealt with. After wards I appraised them on Starling and they allowed me to get her for them. As I entered my room, I walked up to Starling and shook her shoulder.

'Starling?' she groaned back, 'The Storm Hawks are here.'

'Dove?' she asked.

'I'll grab, another jumpsuit.' I said as I marched to my cupboard.

As I returned with a jumpsuit rolled under my arm, Starling rolled over, turning her back to me.

'Come on, Starling please?' I asked as I rolled her back. I placed a hand on her arm and rubbed it carefully, 'please get up?'

'Dove?' she asked, 'what happened to your shoulder?'

'You. . . sort of bit it. . .' I answered. She leaned up and carefully touched it.

'Did I do. . . anything else?' she asked.

'. . . No.' I answered softly.

She leaned close and pulled out the jump suit from under my arm.

'Sorry.' She said, as she got up and began to dress, as I got up to leave, 'Thank you.'

I looked back to see her facing me, still pulling on the jump suit.

'You're welcome.' I responded, leaving the room.

'Sweet. Sweet Dove.'