For Dove, Wren, and the Rebel Ducks. Cycloniss will PAY.

Disclaimer: I don't own Storm Hawks, all recognizable references, etc. belong to their respectful owners. Thank you very much.

EP1: Starling's POV

"Squadron log: It's been six hours since Cyclonia fell. Six hours since the Atmos was set free. And six hours since the bravest people I know left for the Far Side. Atmos owes the Storm Hawks a debt they can never repay. At least when they return, they'll get the recognition they deserve."

Dove and I, then Wren shared a prideful expression of our friends. Everyone cheered as the flag with the Storm Hawks emblem waved in the winds of the free Atmos.

"Good luck friends." I saluted the new flag. The Storm Hawks will be hailed here.

"Something tells me that zee Stom Hawks will be jost fine." Said Dove.

"Will you be fine?" I asked her.

"Of course, however…I suppose we can't coal ourselves zee rezistaunce any moore,"

"Rideculous! Z'wee always be zee rezistaunce of Gale! Oi, you there not there!" Wren totters away, pots clanging to stop a volunteer from moving re-usable rubble to the junk pile. Dove's smile vaporized, I knew she was just putting on a brave face for her Grandfather. It was what I did; I had to uphold the reputation of the Interceptors. I laid a hand on her shoulder.

"It gets easier," she smiles appreciatively of the comfort I was giving now.

"I lost my Terra as well…Terra Mesa." she gaped. I nodded in affirmation.

"A few years ago, Repton and the Raptors attacked us at our Terra," I remember how they just…AMBUSHED us, with children running around, scared.

It was a small Terra and it had a small population.

I knew everyone, and the children who aspired to be the new Interceptors when my squadron and I retired. I gave them a few tips here and there when they played 'Interception'.

However small we were, we were the best Sky Knight Squadron, the best at Aerial Combat and SkyFu.

I trained my squadron every other day at the dry patch on the other side of the village on the Terra. To keep their skills and instincts sharp. And I was certain they were prepared seeing as I was their teacher…even though they fought, what I taught them wasn't anywhere near enough…It made my heart convulse painfully. I shook my head.

It was green, abundant in flora and small woodland creatures.

Sequence of wandering through the trees, bunnies hopping away and birds chirping then suddenly backs away until you see the whole Terra engulfed in flames.

They burned them down. We couldn't evacuate anyone and fight the Raptors. I myself was fighting Repton but I should have been able to more…I tried to hold his sword back but when I noticed Terra Mesa completely engulfed in flames, not a chance that anyone survived…I just couldn't believe it…Repton took advantage of the chink in concentration and knocked me off his ride. I heard him laugh when I struggled to deploy my parachute and land safely. What's the point? I thought at the time. I have nothing now...

Nothing is left, that is why it is a dry Terra now."

"I am so zorry," I shake my head.

"We all fought our best. I'm proud of my squadron and our citizens. I lost my home Terra but Atmos is my home as well and it's still my duty to protect it. As it yours and the Rebel Ducks." Dove smiles and salutes.

"Z'wee protect our homes, that we swear!" Starling chuckles and wraps an arm around Dove.

"Let's go make sure the volunteers don't re-build the new houses crookedly."

Camera lets them walk past it then backs up to an aerial view of Atmosia rebuilding. They split up and Starling goes to help a boy her age who gives her a nervous smile when Starling picks up the other end of the wooden planks.

Meanwhile in the FarSide...the Storm Hawks are on the deck of the Condor…

Piper's POV

Our eyes were slightly blinded by the bright light and green energy field across what looked to be a part of the Great Expanse. The calls of birds from a species we don't recognize resonated off the canyons.

"This is going to be fun." I hear Aerrow say. Aerrow and I smiled with our arms crossed, Finn and Junko were grinning hanging off each other. Stork is fiddling with his fingers and Raddarr squawks in agreement.

"Stork," We all turn to hear Aerrow's first orders since we arrived.

"Land the Condor. The rest of us will check what we have to work with in the ship. " Finn and Junko run ahead into the hanger bay and repair area.

"Piper, after you check our fuel storage, we need to come up with a plan. It's good to have you back," He says putting a hand on my bony shoulder. I'll have to gain my weight back and I know he'll make sure of that, he always takes good care of us.

"It's good to be back." I said, patting his back as I passed him going back into the Condor to check my storage which was where ever there was room to stash a crate of fuel or engine crystals really. The Darkroom, my room, you name it.

I walked into the bow, letting my hand slide across the round table with our emblem on it. I'm so glad we still have the Condor. It's gonna take a while to get used to the new environment...They had better not gone through our stuff! I thought, remembering that the Condor was in the hands of Cyclonians. I immediately went to check under my desk, my bed and on top of my drawers.

"Ergh," I groan when I find the one solitary red engine crystal behind the crate of Boomers. I run to the dark room in the lower decks of the Condor to search for more. I mean there's gotta be more!

Aerrow is trying to put Stork at ease while Finn and Junko zip across the Bay area and call out what they've found.

"Chicka-cha, I found a converter. Betcha can't beat that!" He challenges.

"A Velocity amp!"

"Awgh, I'll get something buddy,"

Come on, there's gotta be something in here…I look to my right then left then decided to start looking in the right side of the room first. I pocketed the engine crystal and began rummaging through the boxes and crates.

With enough fuel crystals, I can power a Skyride. For a while anyway...if we had one. I jump to the other side and I find only two. Fuel crystals are low degree. Enough to power a remote control Skyride toy but not an actual Skyride…I recite. I walked out of the Darkroom, in time to follow Finn and Junko with their status reports into the bow. Finn only glances at the map that hung on the wall that Aerrow was looking at intently.

"Bad news man, barely enough to build part of a skimmer," With an elbow resting on his crossed arm, Aerrow nods.

"Piper? Better news?"

"Nope, we barely have enough to power just one Skyride!"

"Mmmm-ack, no luck here either. I can't figure out if we're any close to Atmos,"

"Ahem, excuse me that's my thing," I set down the three crystals in the table that roll around a bit until they stopped.

"The Great Expanse."

"How do you know?" asks a skeptical Stork. More than usual since he's in a new environment.

"Noticed the green energy field? It's like the one in the Great Expanse. Now I'm not saying it is, we would be dealing with a Sky Siren by now, but I think we're close to it."

"So then that puts us off of the third quadrant in Atmos..."

"Maybe...We don't know this place. I think we should go into town and ask around so we get a better idea."

Aerrow-"I agree. Everybody, get your armor,"

"Don't forget these!" I pull out black cloaks that I made for when we needed a disguise.

"And don't forget about spare parts. We need to fix the Condor and make new Skyrides. They won't be as great as the originals but I guess it'll have to do…" Stork resigns.

Aerrow-"Alrighty..."

Finn-"Field trip!"

The camera backs out of the bow on the Condor, goes through the window and does a sharp turn and moves across the town to the mountains far away.

Master Cycloniss's POV

I growl under my breath.

Damn those Storm Hawks! Why don't they just give up? What are they fighting for?!

I'm riding on a new Skyride model with the red glow of the crystals that powered it traced it's body. I looked behind me constantly to see if the Storm Hawks actually crossed through the portal. Of course they did, they're relentless and annoying!...

The place that will be my new home was a castle like structure inside a cave with stalagmite and stalactites creating teeth a few yards into said cave. They took down Cyclonia! I growled.

"It isn't Cyclonia...Many adjustments have to be done."

They follow me inside, the terrain and architecture more pleasant on the inside, but none of that matters. I waited expectantly in the light of the cavern's large opening in the wall, where I could see everything below, a few feet from the dark corner of the room that will be my new throne room.

"Master…" I smiled.

"Dark Ace, glad you could make it..."

AN: So what do you think? I'm a little iffy about how the writing style will have to be, I've never written this way but you let me know.

March 22, I rewrote it so it's less screenwriter-esqe but it's still supposed to be a TV show so there's a speckle...