[fanfic] paying debts - chapter 42
Author: hermonthis
Genre: suspense, drama
Rating: mature
Summary: Aerrow/Piper - To make a fire, a match must be struck. To fan a flame, it has to be fed. Rejection leads Piper to a bad detour, a replacement for experimentation, and the payment he wants in return.
*NOTE: I normally upload it on FFN but login has been disabled.
Paying Debts
Chapter Forty-Two: Movement
In her head she abandoned her post and headed straight towards the jail cell which held the Dark Ace. In her illusion Piper fumbled with her security pass and gripped the metal bars with her gloved hands - pleading.
Her orange eyes widened in the smallest hope that the Dark Ace would give some relief in regards to the ongoing Talon attack. She wished that his mere presence and personal importance to Master Cyclonis was enough for the Talons to take pity on the Condor and refrain from shooting her team out of the sky.
Piper forgot about the danger this stranger possessed. In her mind she nurtured the idea that the Dark Ace would help the Storm Hawks not because he feared for his life, held captive aboard this ship, but help the Storm Hawks simply because of her.
And the man remained seated on the edge of his bed with his hands on either side of the mattress to steady himself. His back hunched over while he bored holes into the familiar metal walls, he rocked and swayed with the ship as the Talon Destroyers attacked the small ship mercilessly.
A smile tugged at his closed lips; Master Cyclonis did care about him if she sent this many troops to retrieve her champion from the hands of the Atmosians. He wasn’t that surprised to be honest, he knew his skills as an aerial fighter were paramount to the young heiress’s design to control the entire Atmos. Both sides wanted him - he fully expected a confrontation before the Condor sailed into skies more heavily ruled by the Sky Council.
It amused him to predict which side would win, and judge his worth to Master Cyclonis according to the persistence of the Destroyers. Time and again the Storm Hawks proved their capability as skilled fighters and fliers and yet the airship was still jolting from side to side. Where was the pilot’s unparalleled skill? Where was the sharpshooter? Where was Aerrow’s trademark battle cry as he balanced on the wings of his skimmer?
He could feel it in the air, a sense of urgency following a severe lack of playfulness. Battles used to be fun for that Sky Knight, Aerrow. Now look at what that kid was doing, running away from a bunch of bullies. In and out the Condor weaved through her enemies, and the Dark Ace noted with amusement that their flight pattern resembled one on the defensive.
A ship followed her pilot, and a pilot followed his leader. What was wrong, Aerrow? Didn’t want to fight anymore? Can’t stand up to pressure when you’ve got a prisoner on board? What was the matter, kid?
Can’t fight anymore?
Genre: suspense, drama
Rating: mature
Summary: Aerrow/Piper - To make a fire, a match must be struck. To fan a flame, it has to be fed. Rejection leads Piper to a bad detour, a replacement for experimentation, and the payment he wants in return.
*NOTE: I normally upload it on FFN but login has been disabled.
Paying Debts
Chapter Forty-Two: Movement
In her head she abandoned her post and headed straight towards the jail cell which held the Dark Ace. In her illusion Piper fumbled with her security pass and gripped the metal bars with her gloved hands - pleading.
Her orange eyes widened in the smallest hope that the Dark Ace would give some relief in regards to the ongoing Talon attack. She wished that his mere presence and personal importance to Master Cyclonis was enough for the Talons to take pity on the Condor and refrain from shooting her team out of the sky.
Piper forgot about the danger this stranger possessed. In her mind she nurtured the idea that the Dark Ace would help the Storm Hawks not because he feared for his life, held captive aboard this ship, but help the Storm Hawks simply because of her.
And the man remained seated on the edge of his bed with his hands on either side of the mattress to steady himself. His back hunched over while he bored holes into the familiar metal walls, he rocked and swayed with the ship as the Talon Destroyers attacked the small ship mercilessly.
A smile tugged at his closed lips; Master Cyclonis did care about him if she sent this many troops to retrieve her champion from the hands of the Atmosians. He wasn’t that surprised to be honest, he knew his skills as an aerial fighter were paramount to the young heiress’s design to control the entire Atmos. Both sides wanted him - he fully expected a confrontation before the Condor sailed into skies more heavily ruled by the Sky Council.
It amused him to predict which side would win, and judge his worth to Master Cyclonis according to the persistence of the Destroyers. Time and again the Storm Hawks proved their capability as skilled fighters and fliers and yet the airship was still jolting from side to side. Where was the pilot’s unparalleled skill? Where was the sharpshooter? Where was Aerrow’s trademark battle cry as he balanced on the wings of his skimmer?
He could feel it in the air, a sense of urgency following a severe lack of playfulness. Battles used to be fun for that Sky Knight, Aerrow. Now look at what that kid was doing, running away from a bunch of bullies. In and out the Condor weaved through her enemies, and the Dark Ace noted with amusement that their flight pattern resembled one on the defensive.
A ship followed her pilot, and a pilot followed his leader. What was wrong, Aerrow? Didn’t want to fight anymore? Can’t stand up to pressure when you’ve got a prisoner on board? What was the matter, kid?
Can’t fight anymore?