I do not own the Storm Hawks. Review! (the two things that every author must say before beginning a new chapter.)


Master Cyclonis had disappeared from the palace, leaving only a crisp white note on her throne.

I'm on the Condor, fighting the Storm Hawks. Firstly, to prove that it's not really that hard, I don't see how they manage to beat you all time and time again. Second, because I'm bored. I should be back before midnight.

---Master Cyclonis

The Dark Ace was flying through the night air on a suicide rescue mission. As he neared the Condor, he noticed the hanger doors were open and a single silhouette was laboring over a skimmer. He landed lightly.

"Need a lift, Master?" he asked.

"The stupid blue…thing! He sabotaged it with his wrench!" She looked particularly upset.

The Dark Ace said nothing, he just scooted backwards to make more room for her. She grudgingly climbed on. They flew in silence fore a few minutes.

"You're not really mad at me?" she asked.

Dark Ace frowned. "Do you have any idea how worried we were about you? Charging off into enemy territory on a whim?" he ranted. "You could have been captured, or injured—"

"I'm surprised you were that worried about me," she said, halting his lecture. "Anyway, it was just a bit of fun."

"You have a twisted idea of fun," he growled. "Maybe I out to take you to Terra Tropica for dinner, show you the real meaning of a good time."

"Are you asking me out on a date?" she giggled.

"Maybe I am," he replied, then his lips were on hers, and they were kissing under the moon and the stars.


Sorry—couldn't resist a cheesy ending!