Hehe... I've got the worst computer in history. It shut down strangely, and I lost the file... AGAIN! Well... let's start over.
Title: Finding of the Storm
Co-authors and/or betas: No
Genre/s: Adventure, action
Summary: Storm Hawks meet Dragon Booster; Finn and Kitt go missing; they meet. What else do you want to know?
Main character/s: Storm Hawks (Aerrow, Piper, Junko, Finn, Stork, Radaar), Penn Racing (NO Sam; too complex), the Silver Sparks (My OC crew for Storm Hawks) (Spytfyr, Krystall[sam's dragon], Derek [Also referred to as ‘dork’], Hial, Nial, and Indygo), Dragon Eyes
Pairings: Aerrow/Piper, Finn/Kitt (That’s a new one)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Blood (mostly human), Alleged character deaths, disappearances, crazed thoughts of suicide.
Word Count: WIP
No. of Chapters:WIP
Complete/WiP:WIP
Concrit: Between encouraged and neutral
Mary-Sue: Unsure
Disclaimer:I do not own Dragon Booster and Storm Hawks. I do own All of the Silver Sparks and their cruiser.
A/N: All ‘Latin’ terms for the species of dragon are made up; my best guess. If you are lost in Storm Hawks terms, 'Cyclonians' are the bad guys, 'Terra' is a mountain-top kingdom, usually small, 'Carriers' are large, flying ships, and 'skimmers' are single-person motorcycles that transform into flying, usually bi-winged, planes. (See 'Storm Hawks' on YouTube)
Chapter 1: Lost
And he flew. It had been at least an hour since he had seen the Condor or any of his crewmates.
A blond teenager on a small by-winged plane high above the molten wastelands that gave deadly lava-lizards their home. His skimmer, or plane only normally held one person, lying on top, uncovered, except his blue and brown patchworked armor, to the biting winds of the 'archipelago' in the sky, by the name of Atmos.
‘I am cursed…’ He thought. ‘I’ve lost more skimmers than the rest of the crew combined. Most of them gunned down by the Cyclonians; another to my carelessness. If it weren’t for Aerrow and Junko, I’d be dead by now. Maybe I’m just not cut out to be a Storm Hawk…’ The sharpshooter groaned. He looked up, expecting to see the Great Expanse gaping out in front of him, however an enormous Terra, their term for normally hospitable, elevated land, with low, flat plains and a giant spire cutting into he clouds.
Danger wasn’t far behind Finn; a small group of flying carnivores called Sky-Sharks dove in out of nowhere and flew towards his sky-ride.
“Great” He muttered and shot toward the Terra, which showed no sign of Cyclonian forces.
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Back in the Condor
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“I’ve got him!” A dark-skinned, raven haired teen called Piper yelled to Aerrow, the red-haired leader of the Storm Hawks squadron. “I knew that micro-chipping him would be worth it!” She smiled.
“Where is he?”
“Nearing Terra Draconis.”
Stork, a dark-haired Merb, a pale green colored creature, with beanpole legs and arms with only four fingers and three toes, yellow eyes, and a long, sharp jaw, turned the airship to face one of the largest Terras in Atmos, and the most civilized.
“You do know that is the Terra surrounded by packs of Sky-sharks,” Stork grinned evilly. “He’ll never make it to the Terra on a skimmer in one piece…”
Aerrow shuddered. “He’s right…” He muttered to himself.
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Terra Draconis
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Finn moaned. A crash-landing in the outer plains of the newly discovered Terra had nearly destroyed his bike, but saved his life. As the Sky-sharks grew nearer, and Finn ducked down, hoping his hair would fit in with the waving yellow grasses. The sharks may have had great eyesight, but they weren’t very smart, so even if they had seen Finn’s hair, they wouldn’t have known it was any different from the rest of the grass.
‘Great I’m alone on a new Terra, surrounded by Sky-sharks. How can it get any worse?’ He glowered
It did. A massive lizard walked up to him and it glowed with some kind of blue energy. A human descended off its head and extended a staff. It came down, and Finn knew no more.
Well, a new start... you like this one better? Sorry, no DB characters in this chapter.
Yah, I'm good with Finn; He's my fav, and if you don't mind me saying, he's cute... and I am a girl, so no thoughts like that!
No, that's a random blue dragonI came up with... as with the white.
A/N: The squadron of OCs I have since swapped the names; Spark is the ship, and Streak is the squadron.
And I've got four chapters to post *sigh*:
Chapter 2: Dragons and Detours
As Aerrow’s skimmer rolled down the long ramp and onto the Terra, he looked down at the tracking device that was locked onto Finn’s signature. He rubbed the back of his neck where Piper had insisted to inject him with a chip too. He then grinned. ‘Heh…’ he chuckled inwardly. She had persisted to place it in the back of his neck, and below his shirt line.
“Well, let’s go.” Aerrow looked at the assembled crew, consisting of Piper and Junko. Stork had, of course, stayed behind in their airship, the Condor.
Aerrow sent his skimmer charging to the edge of the clearing but rethought. ‘What if he ran over Finn?’ He shuddered at the notion and pulled his bike into the air.
Gliding low over the grass, Aerrow, Piper and Junko scanned the plains of grassland, checking for signs of the disappeared Storm Hawk.
“His signal’s moving!” Aerrow yelled. “At one-hundred and fifty miles per hour? We’ll never catch up!”
“Skimmer!” Piper yelled.
Aerrow looked over in the direction Piper was gesturing, and sure enough, a brown and silver sky-ride glittered in the sun. Piper buzzed over to look. “No Finn…”
“So, he’s moving at one-hundred and fifty miles per hour, and he doesn’t have his skimmer… It doesn’t add up…” Aerrow furrowed his brow. “How…?” He gazed at the gigantic pillars of metal in the center off the Terra. “Wait, what’s that?” He pointed at a large, running lizard, with two humans atop it. One was a dark-haired, older than Aerrow, and riding on the blue dragon’s head, and one lying across the animal’s back. A blond-haired teen in brown and blue armor… Finn…
“Uh oh…” Was all that Piper said.
“What is it?” Aerrow asked.
“That’s Draconis Altorious, the altered dragon” Piper diagnosed. “Also known as the racing dragon.” She pulled out a new, thin book about species on Terra Draconis. All 6 of them; Humans, various types of dragons, yellow-bellied newts, crow-drags, Hydrags, and a Muhorta all existed on the Terra.
“Go fly for Piper.” Aerrow commanded Radaar, who ‘rawr’ed and jumped over.
“Thanks Radaar. This book should be new enough to record latest species discovered… Let’s see… Draconis… here.
“’Draconis Altorious:
Basic Stats:
Average length: 20-25 feet (3.66 meters)
Average Weight: 10 tons (20,000 pounds)
Height: 10-20 feet.
Main attack(s): Mag blasts, claws, and teeth
Draconis Altorious: The Altered Dragon
Advanced Stats:’” Piper read “Well… the first bit is about who discovered them…” She scanned the pages. “Not much useful.”
“What’s ‘Mag blast’?” Aerrow inquired.
Piper opened the book again. “’Mag – a positively charged energy that Draconis Altorious can blast from its body. Used in both defense and offence.’ And that’s it.”
All the time she had been reading, they had been trying to catch up with the dragon.
“Uh-oh, he’s got buddies…” Junko pointed out. Two other dragons had joined the one carrying Finn.
The one on the right of the original was a sharp, clean white, and it had fins all over it. The one on the left was brown and stocky. Both had riders as well.
The Storm Hawks noticed the first dragon had slowed down to keep pace with the brown.
“We can catch up now!” Aerrow sped up to catch the dragons. “Are those all dragons?” He asked Piper
“Yes. That one” Piper indicated the first dragon, “the blue one is a…” She flipped through the pages, “is a blue Energy-class dragon, known for their loyalty. The white is a…” She scanned the section on dragons, “is a white Sky-class, known for their reckless stunts, and finally the brown.” She turned back to the front of the section “is a brown Earth-class, known for their strength, not their speed.”
“H’m, any other classes?”
“Seriously, Aerrow, don’t you read? Of course, there are. There’s Blue Energy, Black PSI, Brown Earth, Green Bull, Light Blue Nautilus, Light Green Scavenger, Orange Control, Purple Pack, Red Magma, Turquoise Sonic, White Sky and Gold Hero-class, but there is one more, the most legendary of all colors, the Crystal Legend-Class. No one has ever seen a crystal dragon on record, for 2999 years, since the War of Atmos, when the savior of Terra Draconis destroyed the Canturox, the leader of Crystal dragons. It is said they are extinct, or in hiding.”
“Then why is he or she the savior, if he killed dragons? Are they against him?”
“They are now; it is said that Crystal dragons fought with him to end the war, but he had his selfish matters. Only the Crystal dragons stopped him from being the most powerful dragon/human combination in history.”
“And it’s all true.” A new voice interrupted them. A fourth skimmer carrying a dragon rose up beside Aerrow’s.
“Who are you? And what allegiance?” Aerrow demanded.
“Spytfyr, Silver Spark, and don’t worry, I’m a true sky-knight; part of The Revolt. Better yet, I’m the Sky knight of this Terra. Follow me. I know where they are taking your friend.” The dragon smiled.
“H’m.” Aerrow nodded, deciding whether or not to trust the dragon. He made up his mind and followed.
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Chapter 3: The Streak and the Squadron
Chapter 3: The Streak and the Squadron
“Here we are… Dragon City!” They arrived at the enormous spire. And in a quieter voice: “Home of unintelligent dragons.” She snorted, unimpressed, as a quadruped red and blue dragon trotted by, with a rider clad in a white burnt jacket and dark blue pants.
“Humph, notice the riders, giving ‘their’ dragons no dignity by riding on their heads!” She scoffed. “The least they can do is ride on their backs!”
“Spytfyr,” the rider growled.
“Back off Penn, this does not concern the likes of you, human.” She snarled. She glanced to Aerrow, who was looking uncomfortable, “You,” She indicated Penn by jabbing her jaw at him, “deserve to feel what it’s like to be used by others.”
And with that, Spytfyr revved the engine, leaving out Penn’s argument to the rare sound of a draconian-made engine.
“Follow me Storm Hawks!” She rode off, and with a final glance at the gaping teen, Aerrow and his squad sped off too. Spytfyr led them up a series of ramps through dangerous-looking city. She leveled off and turned to a central building, Precinct.
“Who was he?” Aerrow asked.
“Down City racer. No importance whatsoever. His enemy is Word Paynn.” Spytfyr shook her head.
“All Sky-riders, except my squadron,” she raised a single claw for the one exception, “are sent to Precinct. There they are detained. And good luck; you’ll need it. I’ve snuck into and out of Precinct more than enough. See ya…”
“You know the place then.” Aerrow pointed out.
Spytfyr grunted, and relaxed her shoulders, knowing what Aerrow was asking her. “Fine, I need my squadron.” She didn’t look back as she spoke, but her eyes swiveled back to rest on Aerrow. ‘Where did I see him before?’ she thought. ‘That’s right… there.’
In Precinct, cell #2695
“So, this is how you treat guests?” Finn yelled at the guard. “Wait until my squadron finds out; they’ll kick your butt.”
He ignored Finn.
“Where am I anyway?” He turned to face the other inmate, a long, serpentine, light blue lizard, smaller than the one that had carried him off.
“Dragon City.” It said in a voice void of emotion.
“Oh… ” Finn, for once, was unsure what to say.
At the Silver Streak
“H’m, not a fancy airship, but she gets us from place to place.” Spytfyr smiled.
“Not bad at all.” Aerrow looked up at the cruiser, bearing the name ‘Silver Streak’ on its starboard side. It looked like the Condor on steroids. A dragon-sized Condor.
She had four oval-shaped pontoons, two to each side of the main landing strip and living quarters. Eight powerful engines jutted out from the main pod. Emergency chutes ready to spring outward lined the entire carrier.
“There she is, the Streak.”
As if on cue, the slider came out another dragon trotted down. “These guys giving you trouble?” The dark purple dragon asked.
“No, Dork. Do you know who they are?” Spytfyr asked. “These are the new Storm Hawks, I’ve finally found them. Anyway, Aerrow, come here, I wanna show you something.” She walked toward the ship, and Aerrow followed suite, leaving the rest of his squadron with Spytfyr’s brother, Derek.
Spytfyr led Aerrow through the ship, and Aerrow noticed that it was laid out in the same pattern as the Condor, except everything was dragon-sized. They came to the bridge. The insignia on the table was of a legless, winged dragon flying. It’s wings outspread made it look similar to the Storm Hawk’s hawk. Its spines actually rose out of the silver beast, to form lumps in the center of the table, shaping the Atmosian mountain range, the Draconias. Fourteen points of stone surrounded the table, each of a different color; Red, blue, green, black, silver, and gold made up the six main points, then brown, light blue, light green, orange, purple, turquoise, white, and crystal. But the strangest thing was, that all the stones were contained in glass coverings.
Up the stairs behind the bridge they went.
Passing by the living quarters, a song blared from a room that would have been Stork’s, causing Aerrow to flinch.
“Hial!” Spytfyr roared to the dragon in the room. “Turn it down, or use that MP3 player…”
“Kay…” The volume went down.
They walked down into the right-hand bulbs, most of which weren’t used as engines. They were stacked with crates and supplies of various uses and sizes, but many paths through the boxes.
Out in the second cargo area, Spytfyr crouched down beside a crate with the Storm Hawks emblem on it.
“This chest. The original Sparks found it in the wreckage of the Condor. It belonged to your father, Aerrow. Open it.”
Aerrow inspected the latches of the trunk. He found the lock and the keyhole in he shape of the medallion that swung on a chain around his neck. He took it out and fit it into the indent. The latch clicked, whirred, and opened. He looked inside, and was speechless over what he saw.
“My father’s stuff…” Aerrow gaped. Spytfyr had slipped away, leaving Aerrow with his memories.
“He’s in the secondary starboard hold.” Spytfyr smiled, and looked toward a red and yellow bi-pedal dragon. “He opened it.” She looked back, wondering if she should do what she was about to do. She held her head high and trotted into the other cargo bay. Collecting up some odd armor pieces, she trudged back into the hold where she had left the Storm Hawk.
“Here’s more.” She placed her load of metal beside Aerrow, who sat beside the trunk. “Now let’s go find your friend.”
Outside the Ship
“This is my squadron. Hial, our driver.”
The red and yellow dragon saluted un-formally.
“Derek, my little brother is our navigator, crystalline and draconium specialist, and mechanic.”
The purple dragon nodded his long-chinned head. “Hey!” He yelled at the ‘little brother’ comment. “I am not. We’re twins.”
“Fraternal, thank goodness…” Spytfyr murmured to Aerrow. “Nial, Hial’s sister, is our driver.”
A rose-colored bi-pedal dragon grinned, looking like she wanted to eat someone, and Aerrow shifted away. Nial closed her mouth and smiled.
“And Flayme, my co-pilot and/or ‘mission specialist’… Where’s Flayme? Flayme!” Spytfyr glanced around behind her for the quadruped lizard.
A smaller, red version of a dragon slid up onto Spytfyr’s shoulder. She looked at Radarr in curiosity. She crowed and cocked her head, pondering what Radarr was.
“Your sharpshooter has apparently gone missing, right?”
Aerrow nodded.
“And, Hial, where’s Indygo?”
“She went out today to see Krystall. She hasn’t come back.”
“Artha’s probably got her locked up. I’ll get her after we save… umm…” She clicked her claws
“Finn” Aerrow said
“Finn.” Spytfyr finished. “Let’s go.” She trotted over to her skimmer and sat on it. The others went into the Streak and came down the ramp on their own without Hial. Finally, the last of the squad came down on her own.
Spytfyr led the way back down into the city, with the Storm Hawks flanked closely by their counterparts: Aerrow and Radarr with Spytfyr and Flayme; Junko and Nial; Piper beside Derek.
“Stop. Down here.” Spytfyr pointed to a shaft off the main road.
The pipe was, thank goodness, an air duct, better than many the Storm Hawks had traversed.
“Keep your voices down. Sound carries through here. Can you believe they patrol air vents too?”
“Probably because they are so big, a dragon can fit in?” Piper pointed out the obvious.
“True…”
“Stop!” Piper yelled, but too late.
Spytfyr and Aerrow shouted out as they fell down a vertical shaft…
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Extremely light swearing in this chapter:
Chapter 4: Precinct
“No!” Piper and Derek yelled while the others scrambled forward.
“Wait… Stand back.” Derek realized something.
A silver burst of light shot up the vent and Spytfyr came up and out after it. Silver, crackling wings accompanied her and with Aerrow riding on her back.
“I should really remember that was there.” Spytfyr looked put off as she inhaled deeply.
“How did you do that?” Aerrow wheezed, blown back by the backlash of falling to flying.
“The platinum draconium in my bones… The same thing that’s allowing me to talk to you…” Spytfyr also seemed breathless. “Hial, Nial, and Indygo have to wear platinum armor to talk to humans…” She inhaled deeply again to regain normal breathing.
Hial snorted, and took off a plate with the Streak’s insignia on it. She tried to speak, but it came out in draconian: a deep, rumbling roar. She replaced the platinum-colored plate to her side. “See… Platinum draconium has quite a few uses… but translation is the topmost. But there is one more great use… Trans—”
Spytfyr put a paw over Hial’s mouth. “That’s a new breakthrough… it’s unstable unless it’s on a platinum dragon.” And quietly to Hial, “plus, they don’t need to know all the uses of my bones. That way…” She pointed to the right with her other paw.
The clanking of armor and scales on metal didn’t make as much noise as any of them would have guessed. The sound seemed to be mulled over by the thick walls surrounded by other ducts. And the armor on the dragons seemed to be very light, only a few plates.
Junko’s hoof-like feet only clanked on the aluminum alloy when he went too fast. He was probably the most eager to find his best friend again. For some reason, he hadn’t spoken much since they landed. That was to be broken. “Umm… Where are we?” He hissed.
Spytfyr checked the air duct sides and ceiling. “Good question. It’s been months since we last busted Indygo out. She’s always seems to be the one to get maimed, hurt or captured. Hey, Hail, can you remember—”
“Halt!” A voice echoed down the corridor.
“Oh crud…” The dragons growled in unison.
Spytfyr jumped up and brought out her blades from behind her back. Purple energy swirled up around her. She began spinning as she fell, and hit the guard in the chest, sending him backwards.
Without even being hit, Aerrow let out a low, long groan. All of the travelers’ attention switched to him.
“What’s wrong?” The red and blue dragon asked.
“Nothing…” Aerrow lied.
“Cell block err… 26. I think, from the guard’s uniform number.” The draconic driver reported.
“Here, put this on.” Spytfyr tossed the uniform to Aerrow. She had apparently left the guard in his underclothes. “You seem to have a way with hiding your armor under tight clothes.”
Aerrow groaned, then had a new idea. The dragon probably liked him.
Precinct Cell #2695
“That’s it. We’re out of here.”
“How? Spytfyr’ll come.”
“Who?”
“My Sky-knight.”
“If only mine would come too.”
“I’m sure he will. Spytfyr has a way with other Sky-knights.” The blue dragon’s voice seemed to have an emotion: pride. “What the hell, I’m Indygo, sharpshooter for the Streaks. And you are?”
“Finn, sharpshooter of the Storm Hawks.”
“Really?” Excitement now filled her voice. “I’m jammed in a tiny Precinct cell with the sharp of the ‘Hawks!”
“Hey!” A cutting voice sliced into the cell. They looked out.
“Not you again!”
“Who?”
“Get away, Penn.”
“Ah, a crystal dragon… well, well, well. Sister of Krystall? Perfect way to lure the crystal Booster.”
Indygo lowered herself to the ground and growled.
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Chapter 5: Connections
Finn reached behind himself for his crossbow, but it was back on his broken down skimmer. Indygo had another idea. She roared loudly, in three long notes, each higher than the last, and slammed into the grate that separated them from the sniggering teen.
Down in the air vents, Spytfyr twitched.
“What’s wrong?” Aerrow placed a hand on her shivering shoulder.
“Nothing…” Her dull eyes slowly grew brighter, but she twitched Aerrow’s hand off, and they returned to their original state. “Faster.” She galloped past Piper, pushing her into Aerrow.
The purple dragon looked down at the two. “We’ll never keep up with her with you two laying there.” He looked at Piper. “Who are you again?”
Shadow Town; Energy
The teen had the thrashing Indygo mag-tethered to his dragon, but the dragon’s mad was gold. The energy surged through Finn, and he started playing with it, holding it in his hand and then crushing it, causing a small explosion. He knew not of the power he held, or would hold.
Precinct; But…
“He’s… gone” Aerrow stared at the cell in which the guard’s map said he would be in. The tight fabric was beginning to be pierced by the sharp tips of Aerrow’s shoulder armor. Spytfyr nudged him with her nose and her eyes glowed again. She broke down, crumpling to the concrete floor. “Spytfyr!” everyone gasped. Aerrow knelt down beside her, hand on her neck.
She grunted, and bared her teeth, but her eyes flared open, shining… She bolted up and roared, pushing the Sky-knight back, but somehow, the noise didn’t affect Arrow. She calmed down, hanging her head weakly.
“What happened?”
“Ya know… I don’t know. I’ve heard of it…” She came to a realization. “What color are my eyes?” Without waiting, she whipped around and gazed into the shining plate of armor at her side… “Green… No wonder we’re called Platinum Protector Class.” She sighed. This was not going to be easy…
Somewhere in the hallway, an alarm went off.
“Let’s go.” Derek said calmly
Work Town; Going up…
“How much farther? How fast are we going? Who are you? What’s this thing? Where are we? This place smells funny. I’m hungry.” Endless complaints issued from the younger teen’s mouth as the rider tried to grin and bear it, and tugged on the lead on Indygo.
“Not far… 150 mph… Mind your own… a dragon… Dragon City… I don’t care… I still don’t care… Kitt! Take this kid back to the stables! He’s driving me insane” The rider yelled, summoning his teammate. The red dragon trotted over, and the rider… the rider… Finn couldn’t keep from staring. And she looked back!
‘For once…’ Piper would have said.
“And he is?” The newcomer asked.
“Some guy I picked up nabbing Indygo.”
“I still don’t understand why she was in there. She’s a freedom fighter of all of Atmos.”
“Me neither.” Artha was actually intelligent for once, admitting there was something he didn’t think he knew. “I guess it was because she was caught—”
“Hey, hi dude and dudette, who are you two?”
“Better yet, who are you?” The one on the blue and red dragon asked quickly.
“Hold on…” the one called Kitt slowed her supposed leader. She led her dragon around to behind Finn, his eyes following her, then twisting his neck and shoulders. “I know that symbol. Spytfyr told me about you. You’re a Storm Hawk! You’re too young though, to be of the originals. You should go see her; she has things from the first squadron.”
Artha growled “I told you to stay away from her. She has something against me.”
“Yes, she does. But she doesn’t have anything against me. With her own words in a battle, ‘He’s too much of a hotshot for my liking, running around on the gold dragon he thinks is his, but I don’t much like people who overuse their partners, the dragons, and then claim all the credit, even though the dragon did most of the work.’ Right, Wyldfyr?”
Her red dragon looked up and nodded.
“C’mon Beau, let’s go get back to the stables.”
“Hey, stable brat! Don’t think I can’t hear you! It won’t work; I’ve already alerted Krystall. ” Indygo roared, “If only I hadn’t come to visit her, I wouldn’t be being dragged around by an insolent little ant like you!”
“Let’s leave those two alone. They tend to fight for hours. Do you know how to mag?”
“Ya mean that gold energy?”
“You know Beau is gold?” Kitt raised her eyebrows so they nearly disappeared beneath her helmet.
“Yeah, what of it?”
“Nothing.” Finn knew Kitt was hiding something. He wasn’t that dense.
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A/N:Phew... that's a long post! Well, at least it's FOUR chapters! the sixth is coming soon! Got myself motivated. Ch. 2 of Roller coasters... etc is coming once I get a word processor on this old computer (grandparents houe for summer[who knew noth Idaho could hit 95 degrees?])
Bye for now!