Communication
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esp_dragonFandom: Storm Hawks
Summary: A zombie apocalypse would never happen, right?
Rating: T
Notes: My ability to guess how long my fics are going to be is so so bad. XD I thought that this would be at most, two-hundred words long.
Yeeeah, different from my usual genre of writing.
Genre: Horror
Word count: 909
Status: Complete
Aerrow glanced down at the radio worriedly. "Uh, could you repeat that, Stork?" Because he couldn’t have heard that right.
"I said," came the quick, panicky reply, "that there is a zombie apocalypse occurring right now!"
Or maybe he’d heard him crystal clear.
"Do you know what zombies do, hn?" Stork continued, voice shrill. "They eat brains. Quite possibly while their ‘meal’ is still alive!"
Aerrow winced. Compared to the rest of the nasties that Stork knew, what the zombies did wasn’t so bad. But ‘wasn’t so bad’ was still pretty awful when you got down to it.
"Calm down, Stork," he said gently. "We’re coming now, okay?"
He got a whimper as a reply, and then a very soft, "We’re all doomed."
That... wasn’t entirely how Stork normally reacted to danger. When they were in trouble, he would flail, shout, panic at high levels, and he would go quiet too – but it took him a while to get to that quiet stage first. He wouldn’t get there straight away. Not recently anyway.
The others had noticed this as well, Piper biting her lip and Junko straightening out his knuckle busters. The Storm Hawks turned as one and headed back to the Condor.
* * *
When they got to the bridge, the radio was hissing static. It was also open on all frequencies, listening to anyone talking. And it was then that Aerrow’s assumption that Stork was panicking over a little thing wavered and his stomach plummeted.
No-one was talking.
It wasn’t just that no-one was talking, but they were open, meaning that they had been talking.
Stork was at the table, scribbling on pieces of paper. He was wearing a metal hat strapped around his head and he’d armed himself with... wooden stakes?
As he neared Stork, Aerrow could see that he’d made a list. A list of – Aerrow looked at Stork sharply, not believing what he was reading. Hesitantly, he picked it up.
Third Degree Burners
Absolute Zeroes
Rebel Ducks??
Looking down the list, mouth drying up, Aerrow could see that most of the squadrons were there, in one way or another.
"There’s been calls for help," Stork said quietly, ears down. "But almost as soon as I heard it, they were cut off." He waved a hand towards the map he’d just been bent over. It was one of the known Atmos, and nearly all of the terras that had a squadron were scored out. Comparing the list with the map, Aerrow could see that they were saying exactly the same thing: there was hardly anyone left.
"That – that can’t be right," Piper said, her eyes wide, staring down at the map. "How long has this been happening?"
"About twenty minutes before I called you, and the ten minutes it took you to get back."
Aerrow leaned on the table in disbelief. Half-an-hour. In half-an-hour, all corners of the known Atmos had been attacked. It may have been zombies, or it might not have been, but whatever it was, the fact remained that they’d been simultaneously attacked from all sides.
"Do you think it could be the cyclonians?" Who else could have planned something like this?
Before Stork could answer his question, the radio burst into life. They snapped their heads towards the sound.
"Requesting back-up, reinforcements – anything!" The voice was strained, laboured, and Aerrow couldn’t recognise who was talking – the radio was distorting too much. How far away were they? "Please, is anyone there? We’ve been attacked by – by – I don’t know what! They looked like regular people but when we got close to them, they started – they started - !" The voice broke off, sobbing. "They got commander Snipe – they took him down like it was nothing!"
Aerrow couldn’t believe what he was hearing; it was a talon on the other side. And they got Snipe? How?
There was a bang and they whirled around, trying to find its source.
A low moan. "No... Nononono." There was clattering as the radio was dropped, and they strained to hear anything else. The banging continued, and then there was a long screech as metal twisted. The talon was saying something but he was too far away to be heard clearly.
There didn’t seem to be any noise after that.
And then the screaming started.
It stopped after... Aerrow didn’t know how long, and he was shaking afterwards, stomach churning. He never wanted to hear anything like that again.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to settle his racing heart and disturbed nerves. Across the bridge were varying levels of shock, horror and disbelief on his squadron’s faces.
"Stork," Aerrow said, grabbing his attention, "is this a complete list of all the people you head on the radio?" He motioned towards the list in his hand.
Stork nodded.
Okay, that didn’t leave them with a lot, but they’d worked with less. "What terra’s the closest from here?"
"Terra Rex."
"Then that’s the first place we’ll go; we’ll warn them about the zombies or pick up any survivors if they’ve already been hit." He paused, thinking. "See if you can get in contact with Atmosia before we get there and tell them all you know."
They could only hope that Atmosia hadn’t been attacked already.
As Stork moved towards the steering wheel, Aerrow wondered if, after all the years fighting against the cyclonians, this was what made them finally settle their differences and work together.
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Stork's got stakes because all information can't be right, and can get mixed up.
Summary: A zombie apocalypse would never happen, right?
Rating: T
Notes: My ability to guess how long my fics are going to be is so so bad. XD I thought that this would be at most, two-hundred words long.
Yeeeah, different from my usual genre of writing.
Genre: Horror
Word count: 909
Status: Complete
Aerrow glanced down at the radio worriedly. "Uh, could you repeat that, Stork?" Because he couldn’t have heard that right.
"I said," came the quick, panicky reply, "that there is a zombie apocalypse occurring right now!"
Or maybe he’d heard him crystal clear.
"Do you know what zombies do, hn?" Stork continued, voice shrill. "They eat brains. Quite possibly while their ‘meal’ is still alive!"
Aerrow winced. Compared to the rest of the nasties that Stork knew, what the zombies did wasn’t so bad. But ‘wasn’t so bad’ was still pretty awful when you got down to it.
"Calm down, Stork," he said gently. "We’re coming now, okay?"
He got a whimper as a reply, and then a very soft, "We’re all doomed."
That... wasn’t entirely how Stork normally reacted to danger. When they were in trouble, he would flail, shout, panic at high levels, and he would go quiet too – but it took him a while to get to that quiet stage first. He wouldn’t get there straight away. Not recently anyway.
The others had noticed this as well, Piper biting her lip and Junko straightening out his knuckle busters. The Storm Hawks turned as one and headed back to the Condor.
When they got to the bridge, the radio was hissing static. It was also open on all frequencies, listening to anyone talking. And it was then that Aerrow’s assumption that Stork was panicking over a little thing wavered and his stomach plummeted.
No-one was talking.
It wasn’t just that no-one was talking, but they were open, meaning that they had been talking.
Stork was at the table, scribbling on pieces of paper. He was wearing a metal hat strapped around his head and he’d armed himself with... wooden stakes?
As he neared Stork, Aerrow could see that he’d made a list. A list of – Aerrow looked at Stork sharply, not believing what he was reading. Hesitantly, he picked it up.
Absolute Zeroes
Rebel Ducks??
Looking down the list, mouth drying up, Aerrow could see that most of the squadrons were there, in one way or another.
"There’s been calls for help," Stork said quietly, ears down. "But almost as soon as I heard it, they were cut off." He waved a hand towards the map he’d just been bent over. It was one of the known Atmos, and nearly all of the terras that had a squadron were scored out. Comparing the list with the map, Aerrow could see that they were saying exactly the same thing: there was hardly anyone left.
"That – that can’t be right," Piper said, her eyes wide, staring down at the map. "How long has this been happening?"
"About twenty minutes before I called you, and the ten minutes it took you to get back."
Aerrow leaned on the table in disbelief. Half-an-hour. In half-an-hour, all corners of the known Atmos had been attacked. It may have been zombies, or it might not have been, but whatever it was, the fact remained that they’d been simultaneously attacked from all sides.
"Do you think it could be the cyclonians?" Who else could have planned something like this?
Before Stork could answer his question, the radio burst into life. They snapped their heads towards the sound.
"Requesting back-up, reinforcements – anything!" The voice was strained, laboured, and Aerrow couldn’t recognise who was talking – the radio was distorting too much. How far away were they? "Please, is anyone there? We’ve been attacked by – by – I don’t know what! They looked like regular people but when we got close to them, they started – they started - !" The voice broke off, sobbing. "They got commander Snipe – they took him down like it was nothing!"
Aerrow couldn’t believe what he was hearing; it was a talon on the other side. And they got Snipe? How?
There was a bang and they whirled around, trying to find its source.
A low moan. "No... Nononono." There was clattering as the radio was dropped, and they strained to hear anything else. The banging continued, and then there was a long screech as metal twisted. The talon was saying something but he was too far away to be heard clearly.
There didn’t seem to be any noise after that.
And then the screaming started.
It stopped after... Aerrow didn’t know how long, and he was shaking afterwards, stomach churning. He never wanted to hear anything like that again.
He took a deep breath in an attempt to settle his racing heart and disturbed nerves. Across the bridge were varying levels of shock, horror and disbelief on his squadron’s faces.
"Stork," Aerrow said, grabbing his attention, "is this a complete list of all the people you head on the radio?" He motioned towards the list in his hand.
Stork nodded.
Okay, that didn’t leave them with a lot, but they’d worked with less. "What terra’s the closest from here?"
"Terra Rex."
"Then that’s the first place we’ll go; we’ll warn them about the zombies or pick up any survivors if they’ve already been hit." He paused, thinking. "See if you can get in contact with Atmosia before we get there and tell them all you know."
They could only hope that Atmosia hadn’t been attacked already.
As Stork moved towards the steering wheel, Aerrow wondered if, after all the years fighting against the cyclonians, this was what made them finally settle their differences and work together.
Stork's got stakes because all information can't be right, and can get mixed up.
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Date: May. 26th, 2010 06:30 pm (UTC)(Plans for a sequel? No?)
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Date: May. 26th, 2010 07:06 pm (UTC)XD Not a sequel, but there's at least one scene that I want to write in this verse. Of course, once I start writing, it'll probably grow anyway. XD I think it won't be in chronological order but most of my fics just morph on me anyway. :)
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Date: May. 29th, 2010 07:06 am (UTC)^ ^ It's been a while since I've written for this fandom, and I think I'll be rewatching it soon-ish, so I could get a ton of plotbunnies when I do.
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Date: Jun. 2nd, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)Zombie Apocalypses make everything instantly awesome! :D (In the world of fiction, of course...)
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Date: Jun. 5th, 2010 09:58 pm (UTC)XD Definitely only in the world of fiction.
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Date: Jul. 17th, 2010 10:17 pm (UTC)That is all.
Yes.
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