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Storm Hawks: Equa Distant - Part 3Storm Hawks: Equa Distant - Part 3 by DJP15
“Help us!?” Finn started. “How is throwing a bat through our ship gonna make us wanna help ‘em!?”. Piper shot him a stern glare. “Finn! These people are clearly in a serious situation. This may have been the only way to reach out to anyone!” she corrected. Aerrow was tapping his chin in thought while the others discussed. Junko questioned, “But surely there’s easier ways? I mean, sure their time pulse is gone but.. what about a flare? Smoke signals, anything!?”. Piper rolled up the letter, “It does seem awfully inefficient.. sending just one ‘message in a bottle’ and hoping someone would happen across it, let alone in enough time...”.
“Perhaps it’s best we leave them alone... hehe” Stork interjected. “For all we know... Terra Equa could be swarming with... mind...worms.” his voice was whispered and afraid. “Mind worms again Stork? Seriously?” Finn s
Storm Hawks: Equa Distant - Part 2Storm Hawks: Equa Distant - Part 2 by DJP15
Aerrow, Piper and Finn met up with the others on the bridge. But no one was at the helm. Quickly, Aerrow dashed his gaze around the bridge. His eyes finally fell upon Junko the Wallop. The half man, half rhino was essentially the strongman of the squad. But he was a kind soul at heart and a gentle giant in honestly. He was tending to a jittering mess of a person sitting in the corner of the room. Upon closer inspection, of course it was Stork. Stork, the Condor’s pilot, had always been a nervous and paranoid wreck at the best of times, let alone when something takes him completely off guard. Aerrow knelt down with the two of them. “Stork!? What;s wrong? What happened?” he asked with concern. Junko looked up from Stork momentarily to give Aerrow the low down. “Well, one minute, we were just happily minding our own business! And then! Something comes crashing into the window! Out of nowhere!”. “A-huh?” Aerrow listened, thinking this may ju
Storm Hawks: Equa-Distant - Part 1Storm Hawks: Equa-Distant - Part 1 by DJP15
Storm Hawks - ‘Equa-Distant’
The Condor sailed through the skies of Atmos with its large, crystal powered engines, reverberating against the headwind. Onboard in the garage, Aerrow, the sharp minded leader of the Storm Hawks, and his fellow squad mate Finn, the teams cocky marksman, sat excitedly giggling to one another. They were planning the team’s well needed vacation to Terra Tropica, a gorgeous tropical haven full of sun, sea and unrivalled leisure. The skies in Atmos had been free from Cyclonian terrorism for some weeks now. Aerrow had come to the conclusion that this was as good a time as any to take a well needed break.
“Aww man this is gonna be sweet dude!” Finn chuckled as they looked over the agenda. “Hot Sun, gnarly food and- oh, the babes. Don’t forget the babes.” He said with a smug grin on his face as he roughly scribbled ‘babes’ onto the list. “Honestly Finn.” Aerrow sighed with a smile.
SH: Bloodline CH 3"So, there is still nothing on the stone, is there?" Both Master Cyclonis and the leader of the cult were standing in the throne room of Cyclonia, the young ruler with her back towards the older man. So far, the mage and his brethren have found no trace of the locket containing the stone.SH: Bloodline CH 3 by MidnightTheInsomniac
The young teenager turned her head to face the hooded man. "I expected more from the Descendants than this..."
The head mage glowered at the girl underneath his hood, finding it bothersome that he was being scolded by a child. But he knew he had to be patient, it wasn't a virtue for nothing.
Turning away and making her way to the torture chamber, Cyclonis added, "Our dear guest should be waking up soon, better make sure she receives a warm welcome..."
The lead cultist member briskly walked away from the throne room, towards his own quarters on the Terra.
He didn't really care how Cyclonis would toy with the girl, just as long as they got answers about the missing stone. However, part of him was curiou
Different Kind of VictoryThe Condor is the awesomest airship ever built, hands down. Period.by OKami-hu
Being its helmsman, navigator and maintainer is a privilege. It's a duty, a responsibility that demands a whole man and a capable one at that.
Stork considers becoming that man one of his greatest personal victories ever.
But the story doesn't end there. The Condor is a wonderful ship, but it's the last of its kind; parts aren't made for her anymore. That means, other, suitable parts need to be tracked down and more often than not, modified. So while Aerrow and his Knights fight their battles on the sky, defeating Cyclonians, Stork stalks the markets and workshops, twitching from worry and sometimes, sheer terror when it's the seedier parts of the terra towns. He deals hard, the perfectionist he is, and then he runs back to his own workshop to do the nicer part of the job.
And at the end of the day, when the team returns, the Condor continues her way, swiftly soaring on the sky, without a hitch; an
The Dark Ace's Victoryby Sunagirl
The citizens of Terra Atmosia gazed skyward to the crash of metal on metal. Almost a daily sight now, they watched the battle with fearful eyes. Storm Hawks versus Cyclonia, the only squadron in the Atmos free from Cyclonis's control. The young heroes valiantly fought a losing battle against the Cyclonian army. Outnumbered and outgunned, they refused to surrender.
The Dark Ace rammed his skimmer into Aerrow's, eliciting another ear-shattering crunch as the Storm Hawk's ride caved beneath the pressure. The fearless sky night ignored his failing ride and somersaulted toward his rival. He knew the Dark Ace was winning.
Lightning cracked across the blood-red sky of Cyclonia, followed by a brief darkness.
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