It was a good day on the Condor, quiet. There were no Cyclonians, no missions. The Storm Hawks were floating around Atmosia, taking a break from their regular Sky Knight squadron duties. Everyone was doing their own thing.

Everyone else was happy.

Piper had stepped out for a second, scouring the Terra Atmosia market for crystals and other necessities required for her experiments. Junko had found himself a lawn chair and stationed himself inside the empty hanger with a good book and his extra-strength glasses. Stork, flying the ship around aimlessly, had his mind focused intently in oblivion, locked onto some bug/plague/germ-free daydream. Radarr was playing solitaire at the round table on the bridge, sitting next to Aerrow. The Sky Knight was covered in paint and glue, having recently purchased a model kit.

Finn, Finn was bored.

And everyone knows bad things happen when Finn gets bored.