The Hidden Storm Hawk

Chapter 1: A Sky Knight in Training

Aerrow: Atmos. World of a thousand mountain top kingdoms.
Each protected by a Sky Knight against the forces of darkness.
Beasts, rogues, and worst of all... Cyclonians.
The greatest of all Sky Knights led the Storm Hawks.
His mission: Unite the kingdoms and rid Atmos of evil forever.
But he was betrayed, the Storm Hawks defeated, and all hope lost.

Until now.
I'm Aerrow, one of the last descendants of the original Storm Hawks, and I've been given their mission.

This is my Squadron:
Finn, the marksman. "Chika-Cha!"
Junko, the strongman. "Oops, sorry."
Piper, the specialist. "Let's do it."
Stork, the helmsman. "We're doomed."
Zoe, the mechanical expert and sky knight in training "I can and I will"
And of course, my co-pilot, Radarr.
We're the Storm Hawks, and for us the sky is never the limit.

Zoe stood on the fence waiting for the storm hawks, she was excited to see them again. The closest thing she had to a real sky knight was carver and the red eagles. But she had a special connection with the storm hawks, they were the ones that brought her here after her parents went MIA. She liked them they were different than the others. She wore their symbol as a sign of hope and admiration. The girl was wearing a pair of light brown cargo pants with a blue jacket over a white shirt. Her boots were covering her pant legs. Her red hair was pulled in a ponytail, her hands were stained with oil. She felt safe with them.

Piper, was wise and a great teacher who had taught her a lot about the world. Finn, was- admittedly a bit annoying but knew how to make someone laugh, Junko, was protective and a big sweetheart, Stork was a bit of a pessimist but he had a soft spot, and Zoe was one of the few aside from the Storm Hawks who could bring it out, Radarr was fun to have around, and could make a great co-pilot, and then there was Aerrow, who was clever, kind, caring, witty and a good listener. He felt like an older brother.

She was snapped from her thoughts by engines, she eagerly climbed onto the second rung of the fence, trying to see, but to her disappointment it was just the red eagles. Ah nuts and bolts. She thought. The leader Carver, was snarky, rude, and needed an attitude adjustment. She was more like Aerrow, kind, caring, smart. Carver walked over, his face bearing his ever present smirk. He'd tried to get her to become a part of his squadron before but she didn't want to be a red eagle. "My answer didn't change Carver, it's still no." She fired at the blonde male before he could open his mouth. He stormed off.  She ran into the garage, where she kept her skyride, it was purple, midnight blue, and bright orange. The left engine had a seat where Radarr liked to sit. She grabbed a cloth mask and black helmet, with a tinted visor. She put both on climbed aboard her ride and took off.

She made it to town square when she was stopped by Carver. She firmly planted her left hand on the ground. They stared the other down, like they were in a traditional western story. Zoe made the first move, her hands reved up the engine, her bike swerved side to side, before she charged at full speed, she knew carver was going to book it out of her path.  She jumped a ramp and opened her wings, flying off to meet her friends. The storm hawks were coming out when they heard the familiar voice, "Hi guys!" They turned to see the redhead with a smile on her face.