(A/N) Hello all my lovely little bandies. For those of you who read the first one this is the sequel. Duh! I wasn't planning on posting it but my friends asked me to, so here it is. Enjoy.

Band Wars

The Woodwinds Strike Back

It is a dark time for the Brass. Even though the Death Flute has been destroyed Woodwind forces have driven the Brass from their secret storage room and pursued them across the planet.

Evading the dreaded Woodwind cloud fleet, a group of freedom fighters led by Chris Skywalker have established a new storage room on the remote southern continent of Antarctica.

The evil Drum Major Darth Fred, obsessed with the idea of finding young Skywalker, has dispatched thousands of remote piccolos across the far reaches of the planet.


A small cloud of snow exploded up from the ground as the small projectile crashed into the icy surface of the continent. Had it not been for the powder a passerby would not have noticed the small piccolo as it rose up from the snow through the power of its tiny engine.

A small probe came out of the end of the piccolo and began to scan the area. There were one, maybe two life forms within the immediate vicinity of its range. The continent of Antarctica was extremely vast and even more extremely cold. The piccolo's computerized brain told it that it wouldn't be long before it ceased to function. The search had to be performed and fast.

The piccolo emitted several high-pitched notes and slowly began to drift across the icy plain, searching for some sign, any sign, of Brass life.

But, unbeknownst to the mechanized Woodwind instrument, it had been spotted. Or at least, the cloud of powdery snow it had left had been spotted. Spotted by a young Brass warrior by the name of Chris Skywalker. The youth was out scouting for any possible threat to the new storage room. You never knew when some pesky Woodwind might show up. Fortunately Chris had found no sign of life. The only thing he'd seen was that small cloud of snow. Chris pulled out his walkie talkie and opened up communications with his search partner, Keoni Solo.

"Penguin3 to Penguin7." Chris tried to hail the older boy. "Keoni, old buddy, do you read me?"

"Loud and clear, kid. What's up?" Keoni's voice asked.

"Well I've finished my circle. I don't pick up any life readings." Chris reported.

"There isn't enough life on this ice cube to fill a practice room." Keoni joked. "The sensors are placed. I'm going back."

Chris looked back in the direction of the newly constructed shelter. He saw a small figure surfing towards it on a small reed scooter. Chris laughed to himself, assuming it was Keoni.

"All right. I'll see you shortly. There's a meteorite that hit the ground near here. I want to go check it out. It won't take long."

With that Chris cut the connection and stowed the walkie talkie. Just when he was about to kick his reed scooter into gear he heard something behind him. A breath, a whisper, no more than a thought even. But it was enough to alert him.

Chris spun his vehicle around only to find himself face to face with a snarling polar bear!

Before he even had a chance to react the giant bear reached up a shaggy, snow white paw and knocked him off of the reed. Chris was knocked unconscious.

The polar bear grabbed hold of one of Chris' arms in its huge maw and began to drag the limp body away, leaving a small trail of blood behind it.


Relief coursed through Keoni's body as he piloted his reed scooter through the main shield garage door of the Brass base. It was getting late and he was starting to get really cold.

Keoni quickly parked his scooter and hurried over to his case, the Millennium Trumpet. His first mate, Bruchacca, was up top making repairs. After a few months of service to the brass rebellion, Keoni and Bruchacca were planning to leave.

"Bruce. Bruce!" Keoni called up tohis blonde copilot.

"How's it comin', Bruce?" Keoni asked.

Bruce looked down at him and started growling angrily. He lay down the tool he'd been working with and threw his arms in the air, shouting curses and half human grunts. The repairs were obviously not going well.

"All right! Don't loose your temper." Keoni said, trying to cajole his companion. "I'll come right back and give you a hand."

Having said this, Keoni made his way to the control center in the storage room. He still had a report to make.

When he entered the storage room Keoni strode purposefully past all of the Brass technicians and students. He went straight to Section Leader Nick. Princess Amanda stood next to him, decked in pure white snow gear. As she looked up at him, Keoni felt a slight blush pass over his dark face. She was the reason he had stayed with the Brass. And though he would never admit under the most severe torture, that he felt…

No! No. He couldn't even say it to himself. There was nothing. The warmth quickly left his face and Amanda instantly turned away from him, her expression unreadable.

"Solo." Nick addressed him.

"No sign of life out there, Section Leader. The sensors are in place. You'll know if anything comes around." Keoni reported.

"Has Commander Skywalker reported in yet?" Nick asked him.

"No. He's checking out a meteorite that hit near here."

"With all the meteor activity down here it's going to be difficult to spot approaching cases."

"Section Leader, I gotta leave. I can't stay anymore." Keoni said solemnly.

"I'm sorry to hear that." Nick said, finally looking up from the computer screen he was hunched over.

"Well, there's a price on my head. If I don't pay off Kim the Bass I'm a dead man." Keoni said casually.

"A death mark's not an easy thing to live with. You're a good fighter, Solo. I'd hate to loose you."Nick said as he shook Keoni's hand.

"Thank you, Section Leader." Keoni replied as he turned to face Amanda for a final good-bye. An uncomfortable silence fell between the trumpet captain and the princess.

"Well your Highness, guess this is it."

"That's right." Amanda said, trying to keep her face free of emotion.

"Well don't get all mushy on me. So long princess!" Keoni said irritably before turning and marching angrily out of the storage room.

Amanda immediately leapt up and ran after him.

"Keoni!" she shouted to him once she had caught up with him.

"Yes, your worshipfulness?"

"I thought you had decided to stay."

"The pit crew we ran into back in the Middle East changed my mind." Keoni explained gruffly as he turned to walk away.

"Keoni, we need you." Amanda pleaded, reaching her hand out to stop him from leaving.

"We?" Keoni asked, turning back to her.


"Well what about you?"

"I need you? I don't know what you're talking about." Amanda said, barely managing to hide the surprise in her voice.

"Probably do." Keoni said as he walked away from her yet again.

"And what precisely am I supposed to know?" Amanda asked, running after him.

"Come on! You want me to stay because of the way you feel about me!"

"Yes. You're a great help to us. You're a natural leader."

"No!" Keoni said, whirling around and staring directly into her eyes. "That's not it."

Amanda backed away, finally realizing what it was that Keoni wanted her to say.

"Come on." Keoni prodded her.

Amanda stood there for a moment, shocked. But she managed to get control of herself in enough time to snap back.

"You're imagining things!"

"Am I? Then why are you following me? Afraid I was gonna leave without giving you a good-bye kiss!"

"I'd just as soon kiss Bruchacca!"

"I can arrange that!" Keoni shot back angrily as he stomped off. "You could USE a good kiss!"


"Well don't blame me. I didn't ask you to turn on the thermal heaters. I merely commented that it was freezing in the Princess' chamber." A-10dr said huffily to his small companion Tim2-Sax2, both of them students.

Tim2, who spoke through his tenor saxophone, beeped a quick answer.

"But it's supposed to be freezing! How we're going to dry out all of their clothes, I really don't know."

Tim2 whistled a smart remark.

"Oh, switch off." A-10 said in annoyance as he walked over to the Millennium Trumpet where Keoni was raging about one thing or another.


"Excuse me, sir." A-10 said timidly, trying to attract Keoni's attention.

"Put 'em back together right now!" Keoni ordered Bruchacca as he turned to face A-10.

"Might I have a word with you please?"

"What do you want?"

"It's Princess Amanda, sir. She's been trying to get you on the walkie talkie."

"I turned it off. I don't wanna talk to her."

"Princess Amanda is wondering about Master Chris. He hasn't come back yet. She doesn't know where he is." A-10 explained.

"I don't know where he is."

"Nobody knows where he is."

"What do you mean nobody knows? Deck officer! DECK OFFICER!" Keoni called for one of the warriors on duty.

"Do you know where Commander Skywalker is?"

"I haven't seen him." the warrior answered. "It's possible he came in through the south entrance."

"It's possible? Why don't you go find out. It's getting dark out."

"Yes, sir."

"Excuse me, sir. But might I enquire as to what's going on?" A-10 asked Keoni once the warrior had left.

"I don't know." Keoni said absently as he hurried away from the driveling student.

"Impossible man. Come on, Tim2. Lets find Princess Amanda. Between ourselves, I think Master Chris is in considerable danger."


"Sir, Commander Skywalker hasn't come in through the south entrance." the deck officer reported to Keoni when he had reached the south entrance. "He might have forgotten to check in."

"Not likely. Are the cases ready yet?"

"Uh…not yet. We're having some trouble adapting them to the cold."

"Then I'll have to go out on reed scooter." Keoni said to himself as he pulled his arctic gear back on.

"Sir, the temperature's dropping too rapidly!"

"That's right, and my friend's out in it." Keoni said, boarding a reed scooter and revving up the engines.

"Your reed will crack before you reach the first marker." one of the warriors warned him.

"Then I'll see you in hell." Keoni retorted as he spurred the craft out the open bay door.