The Atmos has many dedicated rest stops for cruisers and ships to refuelling. One of which, the Storm Hawks slowly approached.
On said rest stop, there would be a sole restaurant, and a small kiosk surrounded by various crates filled to the brim with fuel crystals. Behind the counter of the kiosk sat a cashier, who slumped over the counter, asleep. Routing around in the crates, a lone white hen peacefully clucked amongst herself. Her head darting along the ground, or up along the crates, or even just in her immediate area in the way a hen would. The hen soon froze and waited to listen. Hearing something that she was curious over. Looking up at the crates stacked many times her own height, she saw one of the stacks of crates wobble violently before the crate on top finally tipped over, starting its fall and setting itself to land where the hen stood. The hen squacked in fear and ran as far as she could before the crate crashed down onto the Terra. The crate fractured and split, letting out a loud bang and an orange puff of smoke. Hearing the bang, the cashier jolted upright, awake. They looked over toward the sound's origin, and after staring for a second, shrugged before putting their face in their hands, and looking out in front of them, across the rest stop.
A short tine afterward, the Storm Hawks, aboard their Condor, reached one of the piers of the rest stop. Approaching fast, before pulling itself up into a stall as Stork parked the ship. After a minute or so of silence, the boarding ramp lowered, with the whole team walking off of it and onto the rest stop. At the front of the group, Aerrow bantered with his team as they approached the restuarant. Radarr fell behind the group, taking in the open, slightly breezing air.
Walking by the crates, Radarr heard a hen crow for attention. He perked his ear, stopping and grunting in confusion. He walked over to the crates of fuel crystals, and held the side of one of the stacks. He growled, calling out to whatever he heard in there. Far in the stacks, in what would otherwise be a dead end, a hen shifted only her head out of the corner, and let out a mix of caws and clucks. Radarr, hearing the hen, walked into the stack, making his way down into the dead end and turning around. He angled his ear toward the half hidden hen showing a face of mild bemusement as she quietly clucked into his ear. As soon as she stopped clucking, Radarr let out a confused yelp, turning visibly red in the face. Radarr walked back into the open, and scanned his surroundings. Eyeing up a folded scarf on the kiosk counter, Radarr rubbed his hands as he slowly approached the kiosk, quietly swiping it and sprinting back to the crates, out of sight once more. Walking down to the dead end the hen had hidden around, Radarr held out the scarf to her and let the hen take the scarf off of him. Letting the hen take a moment to move the scarf as she pleased, she ended up crowing again. Radarr looked away in reluctance and held his arms out.
Radarr began to sprint at full speed back aboard the Condor. Using one arm to swing and gain momentum, whilst his other arm held the hen tight. The hen was sloppily wrapped in the scarf, with one of the wings exposed. The few bits of the hen that wasn't covered by the scarf showed that the hen was, in fact, featherless. With some patches of skin showing chars of feather stubs.
Inside the Condor, Radarr carried the hen to a folding screen used to change clothing. Once put down, Radarr chirped as he pointed for the hen to stay put. The hen bowed her head in affirmartion, and Radarr ran into the depths of the Condor.
First, Radarr stopped in his and Aerrow's room. Without hesitation, he started to rummage through his own clothes drawer, pulling out a spare set of his uniform. Looking at it with glee, Radarr slung the uniform over his shoulder.
Radarr continued his journey through the condor. He opened Finn's door, only to be met by a musky stench familiar to any teenage boy. Radarr gagged and coughed as he quickly steered well clear of the room. He then looked in Junko's room, although found the endeavour fruitless. Quickly realising Junko wouldn't have anything of value in this particularly odd case. Next, Radarr found the hatch leading down to where Stork sleeps at night. He grumbled and growled as he dipped into the space. He climbed back out, unable to find anything else.
Finally, Radarr arrived in Piper's room. He gazed high and low, when he noticed a ball of yarn on the floor, with knitting needles stabbed into it. The yarn from the ball bled from the ball and into the bottom of a chest of drawers. Radarr walked over, and slowly pulled it open. Seeing the items inside, Radarr's eyes beamed as a smile grew.
Radarr eventually returned to the hen with a small selection of outfits for her to wear. He casually dropped them on one side of the screen and waited for the hen to try them on.
First up was Radarr's spare uniform. Her wings were too short to pop out of the ends of the sleeves, the neck had rolled itself into a turtleneck, and the top alone was long enough to act like a dress. Looking at the hen, Radarr scrunched his face a little, holding his hand out infront of him and rotating it back and forth to say that he was not convinced.
Next up, the hen was wearing a really small pink coat with a fur hood. Thw coat was too small for her, not being able to be fastened. Looking at her, Radarr grumbled as he crossed his arms and shook his head.
Lastly, the hen appeared from the screen in a navy blue knitted jumper. The jumper seemed to fit perfectly, giving protection from the elements without any visible discomfort. The hen looked over herself to get a good look. Radarr shook his head in shook, before pulling a genuine smile and a thumbs up. He walked over to pick the hen up. Right when he reached her, she jumped at him, folding her wings out around him in a hug.
The rest of the Storm Hawks would finish their meal at the restaurant, and would reboard the Condor. Once they did, Radarr carried the hen down the boarding ramp, and set her down back on the rest stop's floor. He yelped and growled, stroking her head and back. The hen crows and clucked back affectionately. Walking back on board, Radarr stopped once he crossed the threshold, turning and waving at the hen as the Condor powered up and started to lift. Looking back at Radarr, the hen waved her wing in response. The Condor eventually drifted out of sight, and the hen continued about her day with contentment.