A/N: Hey everyone! Gosh, it seems like every time I have finals, I just get a bunch of ideas for fanfics! Yeah, I can't figure out why either.

Anyways, I present you with another oneshot!

Disclaimer: I am not the owner of the show Storm Hawks. If I was, the show would still be running in the United States.

I've been asked by many people on why I ever joined the Storm Hawks. I'm not so surprised; not many Merbs are keen on joining any squadron and battling against Cyclonians, Raptors, Murk Raiders, and other horrendous disasters.

Usually, I just reply that I feel obligated to protect the people of Atmos and defend justice, liberty, and happiness even if it unfortunately leads me to my doom. Truth is, I sometimes wonder if that is my honest answer or not.

Perhaps I feel like my piloting skills have potential and that by joining Aerrow and the others, I can show that I'm not always the prudent, paranoid Merb. It's highly ironic how calm I am whenever I'm behind the wheel of the Condor even if we are in battle, yet everything else either terrifies me or scars me for life.

There's also my position of gadget specialist. For as long as I could remember, I've always had a strange fascination with creating bizarre if not useful inventions. To me, with each new device that I have created, my own confidence is being built up. Inventing new appliances as a job is more like a dream come true for me, so that could be one reason.

Of course, maybe there is more to it than just the work. Maybe, I feel a sense of belonging with my comrades. After all, we are all unique in our special ways. Even though we are not an official squadron, we still continue to battle the forces of evil. In a way, you could say that we are a family even though regarding Finn as a relative is sometimes more disturbing than the thought of Snipe graduating from Atmos University.

Now that I really think about, maybe the reason that I joined the Storm Hawks was to receive acceptance from people. Constantly faced with prejudice due to my race, I diligently aim to prove myself whether it's by my piloting skills, my inventions, or my dedication to the squadron.

As much as I cower and wail every time danger is close by, my heart reminds me of my dream, and my mind takes care of the rest. My comrades have never doubted me before, so I owe it to them to give all my efforts to complete the mission.

Of course, it's also useful to have my trusty book "1001 Terrible Afflictions and the Hopeless Means of Fighting Them" to always give me the best of advice in any given situation. A Merb can never be overly prepared when it comes to danger.

A/N: Well, I hope you all enjoyed this drabble! I'm apologize if I made Stork seem really OC, but I just wanted to reveal this other side of him that we barely get to see in the show. Anyways, please review!