|Feather of Maat
Author: Oxymora PM
The quartet of penguins worked together as a team for a valuable time by now. However, they don't seem to know much about Skipper. That is when his past catches up. – Finished.Rated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Friendship - Skipper - Chapters: 24 - Words: 53,460 - Reviews: 65 - Favs: 36 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 06-16-12 - Published: 03-23-10 - Status: Complete - id: 5838212
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Here is the first chapter of my first PoM story. I need to say (like Conan Doyle) that the opinions of the characters are not mine. Not always the author shares the view of things with the characters in his stories, okay? In addition this is my first FF in English, so thanks for betareading, KJ!
But enough with my talk! Enjoy! ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of PoM
Chapter 1: Allianz
"I am awfully sorry to disturb you, sir, but here is someone who would like to talk to you.", said a very deep bowing fiordland penguin.
"What is it, Tawaki?", asked a deep voice behind the big, black back of a pad executive chair in front of several middle sized flat screens. They were the only light in the gloomy room and showed different places all over the world, "I'm very busy here as you can see."
"That's why I'm here.", next to his guide appeared a Humboldt penguin out of the shadows.
There was a short pause due to the impudence of the new comer who just sneaked into the chamber. One could feel the anger of the leading penguin, but then he had to admit to himself, that that penguin used to be very good. He didn't notice him until he had spoken up.
"And you are?", asked the voice still not visible to anyone.
"Call me a friend. We have the same enemy."
The pad executive chair turned. The 'eyebrows' of the new comer rose a little bit, when he could see the silhouette of the dangerous und feared head.
"Do not judge a book by its cover.", he reprehended in his deep voice, "So, please explain yourself. I really don't have much time. You see, as far as I'm informed you're…"
"Indeed. But I… we are birds of justice. We want to bring that filthy betrayer to court martial. His crime must be punished!", his eyes showed deep hatred, "They don't believe your word, but we also saw him. And we are the ones who know him best. We CAN find him."
It was not visible for his subordinates or his quest, but first the eyes of the leader stare in incomprehension until his mind could connect the pieces. Then they changed into a sinister gleam. He smiled. This was going to be better than his best daydreams. His blood flew faster while the first contours of a plan crossed his mind.
"Of course.", he said, more to himself, than to his new companion. But the Humboldt penguin thought it referred to him. Therefore he nodded.
The mind of the leader turned back to the present. This could also be a trap.
"So, if it is that easy for you to find him, why do you want to become ally?", he asked tongue-in-cheek.
"To follow a trace, you first need one. He could be anywhere around the world and we neither have equipment nor the time to search everything. And you have the possibility to find a trace but you are not trained to hunt the dear down. We complement one another."
The bird sitting at the chair was quite. It was humiliating that a little soldier did find his little weak point, but if that was the price for bringing his enemy down he was going to pay it. He was searching that enemy of his nearly two years by now. A long time, but perhaps this Humboldt penguin and his companion could finally find and catch him. And if they were spies, he could easily get rid of them after he used them to achieve his goal.
His first chuckle grew louder and louder until it became a great laughter.
"Tawaki, get something to celebrate the new alliance.", he ordered.
The fiordland penguin bowed and just left to get some fresh water and overripe grapes when suddenly a siren sounded. The chair turned around and both penguins looked tensely at one of the upper flat screens. It was a broadcast of a US news channel and the anchorman commentated: "This can only be descriped as a hoop of heat."
"Looks like Dr. Blowhole affiliates too.", the leader commented.
At the same time but a very long distance away four penguins fought against their old enemy Dr. Blowhole. He already could taste sweet triumph – the plan was working marvellous, Kowalski had no idea how to anticipate the disaster and that vexatious Skipper nearly got crushed by another brilliant invention called chrome claw. One could really say Dr. Blowhole got the upper… flipper – but then this stupid little prosimian turned against him and before the evil dolphin knew what happened he was already defeated… again.
"You've done a good job today, ringtail.", said Skipper.
But as usual no one in the zoo believed their story.
The day after Skipper was drinking his cup of coffee when Private waddled past him with an aggrieved expression on his face.
"What's with those sad eyes, young Private? We've won."
"Yes. But Marlene and the others think we are liars, Skippah. Why don't they believe in Dr. Blowhole and about our mission as agents?", he looked desperate. One could see he was hurt because no one believed him.
Skipper knew how Private felt. His young cadet had done a good job, but civilians could never see this. They live in their common, little life, pretended save from all that cold blood fighting behind the curtain called Democracy. They did not understand that the peace they lived in was due to the brave soldiers – like them – who defend it.
"It's better they don't.", he finally said, "Sometimes the truth must not be said."
Suddenly a wave of reminiscence flooded his thoughts. It was the memory of Denmark, the incident which was the break of his life. There had been a lot of missions before Denmark and his team – Manfredi, Johnson and him – had done an excellent job, but nothing can prepare one to that moment when you become the monster you were always hunting. There had ended the life of the young, naïve, innocent recruit, he once was.
A cold shiver let his blood ran cold. Why was he remembering this at that particular moment?
Private took breath for respond when he noticed the thoughtful and absent-minded eyes of his commanding officer.
"Is everything fine, Skippah?", he asked a little worried. There was no reaction. He called him again this time a little bit louder, but with the same effect.
"Skipper!", Kowalski's head peered down through the fishbowl entrance.
Finally the addressed looked up, "What's the matter, Kowalski?"
"There are two penguins who want to see you."