The Seventh Member of the Storm Hawks

The Baron Betrayer

"Who are you?" Burner asked forcefully, he sat with his arms on the back of the chair as he faced Jor, he had heard the stories himself. Prince Jor was declared deceased months ago and yet here he was – looking well and truly alive. He watched the eighteen-year old's behaviour, who looked angered at being asked about his identity again, his fists clenching and his eyes burning holes into Burner's own. "I am Prince Jor of Terra Yaris! How many times do I need to repeat myself?! C'mon, man! My squadron and I helped you guys out!" He growled as he quickly stood, towering over Burner. "Prince Jor is dead." He stated simply, Jor groaned throwing his head back, his hands running through his wild brown hair in frustration. "I am alive! Where is my sister?" He yelled, Burner looked at the brunette sceptically – he couldn't simply believe that someone who had been missing for months, presumably in the Wastelands would be clean and fresh clothes – even his Skimmer had no damage, it looked like it had just been built. "If you really are the Prince then why are you so well kept? You fell to the Wastelands, yet you look brand new." Bruner questioned, standing up – easily towering over Jor, he rubbed his forehead in exasperation. "I had help from someone, I only just remembered who I was. The person who helped me told me that my sister is with the Storm Hawks, I need to find her. Please..." Jor answered, it wasn't all on his own accord as Cyclonis made sure she covered her tracks and told him what to say through her mind control. Burner raised an eyebrow, it was a wild story, but it was possible and believable – deciding that he would support this story, he also made the decision to believe the teenager standing before him was Prince Jor. "Right, I believe you. I don't know where your sister is, she is with the Storm Hawks, but we haven't been in contact with the squadron in two months." Burner explained, Jor nodded a determination in his eyes – one Burner recognised with the younger Striking sibling, something that he trusted. With a smile, the older Sky Knight wrapped a strong arm around the Yarisian's shoulders guiding him out of the tent. "We will help you find her." He promised, not realising that the blue eyes of Jor were fading into a darker purple colour and an uncontrolled smirk spread across the eighteen-year old's lips.

Nika and Junko were in the engine room of the Condor, attempting to fix the broken ventilation system. Already, the pair were covered in soot and dirt, Nika had thrown a fit when Finn made the situation worse and she had lost her wrench – Junko sighed loudly, now he had to keep her mind off the beloved wrench and get the ventilation system fixed. "Hey, do you want to grab a bite to eat soon? I'm starving!" Junko asked, rubbing his growling stomach. Nika giggled and lowered herself down from the ceiling pipes landing with a grunt on her feet, placing her hands on her hips as she looked back up at the pipes. "Sure, ten minutes? I think I've found what's blocked and fried the system." She smiled, scrunching up her nose at the thought of what the strange lump was in the pipe. "What if it's Finn's socks?" Junko laughed making Nika grimace more – there was no way in Atmos that she was going to touch anyone's socks, especially Finn's! Wait, how in the world did someone get socks in there?! "Ugh... let's get it over with. Give me a boost." Nika sighed in disgust, her shoulders sagging before straightening up and turning to her Wallop friend. He smiled and helped Nika to grab the ceiling pipes, watching as she made her way over to the open grate and climbing in. The brunette could easily fit into the space, but her body ached, two hours of being in the small space takes its toll eventually. She could hear Junko trying to tidy up, clanging and clinking rung in her ears as she crawled towards the strange lump in the pipe. "C'mon, c'mon!" She grunted reaching towards it, when her fingers brushed the lump it moved. "What the?" She called, her blue eyes widening, the lump wobbled like jelly before settling again. Being the stubborn being she is, Nika reached towards the lump and grabbed it, the lump struggled in her hand as shuffled backwards and let herself fall to the floor. She grunted and stood, holding the struggling lump – she looked at it, a creature but what exactly?