Me: kill me later. I've yet to find out if I'm grounded so I'm posting this story. I don't own the storm hawks
Piper smiled as she walked across the kitchen. She grabbed a cookie and munched on it as she made dinner. Aerrow was reading a book on the bridge as Finn played his annoying music at a low volume so Piper wouldn't yell at him. Junko was tinkering with something, ( I'm not sure what) and stork was piloting the condor as usual. Piper smiled as she added a little salsa to the tacos she was making. She stirred the beans that the guys loved to have on the tacos. Piper never admitted it or let the guys know she ate them too. She'd make her taco before the guys got there and would make each person a taco the way they liked it minus the addition stuff like sour cream and salsa.
Radar bounded around the ship, taking Finn's Hair gel which pulled Finn away from his music to chase the little sky monkey. Once Radar ran into the kitchen and dropped the hair gel into the trash can and bolted from the room before Finn got in. Finn spent hours hunting for the gel and the sky monkey.
But the unfortunate thing for the storm hawks, they were distracted enough not to notice the bomb Dark Ace had so kindly placed on the bottom of the condor. None of them knew it was there until too late when the systems were back up which was just moments before the bomb went off.
"There. Systems are back up." Stork exclaimed. The alarm instantly went off making everyone jump. Piper ran to the bridge after turning off the stove. Stork looked around through the scopes and gasped. Piper looked out the other one.
"What is it?" Aerrow asked. Piper's gasp of horror was more than the sky knight could handle.
"We better get out of here." Piper exclaimed.
"Too late. There is only 30 seconds left. It's a bomb." That was all that stork could say before the bomb went off. Blowing the condor to bites as Dark Ace laughed evilly from his skimmer. Piper ended up on Atmosia, alive oddly enough, but no one knew where anyone else went, nor did any one realize it was Piper who hid in the black sweater she found in a good will store which she got for a dollar. Posters of the storm hawks were put every where in attempts to find any of them, to relieve the atmos to a degree that the squadron might have survived.
'Missing: The storm hawks. If any information found of heard, Call: 268 487 4578. Ask for Harrier or Call Terra Rex and Ask for Harrier or Starling.' Below that were pictures of the storm hawks. Piper sat on a bench in a park and stared into space, tears slipping down her face. As far as she knew, she was a sole survivor, and she wanted to die with her friends.
Me: down. Let me type chapter two before my mom says, your grounded for destroying your cell phone.