Prologue


"AS-TP001, you are cleared for take-off … Proceed down the runabout."

"Roger!"

In a small docking bay off the coast of westward Duckburg, a silver blue plane took off into the afternoon sky as it was watched by a couple of people in the docking bay, one of them smiling up at her proudly as he carefully shouldered a young infant that was mesmerized watching the plane take off from the observation platform. Giggling, the young one reached out with a hand as they both watched as the plane rose up off the ground

Performing a couple of aeronautical and guided instructional flips, the pilot aboard radioed out through her headset, "Ground control, the Silver Bluewing is performing wonderfully! The only thing I would recommend up here for the engineers to check later on is the atmospheric pressure on the wings and the drag on the engine. I noticed that I was battling the wind a bit to get it up this high. I don't know how well it would perform on a bad air day, though, but right now … It's performing at top efficiency."

"Excellent and noted, I'll make sure to get them the message, Cadet," one of the recorders said as they turned away from the radio enough to write her message down, not noticing that someone had grabbed ahold of his microphone and chuckled as his son pulled at his hair feathers.

"Hey! Watch Daddy's head, Son … Ow!"

Giggling at the outburst, the pilot said to him through her headpiece, "I told you Jordan was at that stage …"

Squealing in recognition of his mother's voice, Jordan giggled as his father transferred him from his shoulders with both hands before he was able to bend out to talk into the mic once again, "You sure did! You should see him … He kept his eyes on the plane this whole time."

"He kept his eyes on you," she heard her fiancé's voice echo through the headset she was wearing just underneath her pilot helmet as she smiled, knowing that deep down she was struggling inside to make a very important decision.

David was a tall royal blue and white Ethiopian Swallow with black sapphire eyes and a series of gold plumage feathers across his face. Like most swallows of his stature, he had a soft rounded head and a soft black beak. For his attire, he normally wore a white-plaid T shirt with a blue pullover jacket. There in his uniform, however, he wore a business white shirt, a military status vest, and grey slacks with grey shoes.

"David, I …" she started to say before the enthusiasm in his voice halted her words as he said, "And Amelia, I have a surprise for you."

"What is it?" She asked.

"It'll have to wait until you land …" he said, silenced by the look on the lead recorder's face as they both turned to see the Lieutenant walked in to see how his new plane was doing.

Everyone jumped to attention as David said, "Lieutenant Sky Hawker, welcome!"

Nodding his head at David, he returned the greeting, "Archibald." Walking over to the research team, he looked admiringly at the plane as the pilot waved from the front as she brought it down slowly yet carefully on the bumpy runway. "Beautiful, simply beautiful. Another fine example of air craftsmanship, wouldn't you say so, Archibald?"

"Yes, Sir," David replied, holding his son still as his little one's eyes followed the landing crew as they helped the young cadet pilot out of the plane and onto the runway.

"I understand the cadet pilot is your fiancée," he said, instantly gaining David's attention even more so as Jordan gave a bored yawn now that the flight was over.

"Yes, she is … Sir," David faltered, smiling as they both watched as the pilot, still in her flight suit, came in with the ground crew. Seeing David talking to his boss, she only waved at him as he lowered their son down to the ground, where he immediately ran to his mother's arms. Carrying her son out with her, she left David alone with his boss while she waited outside for him.

Removing her helmet off of her head, she shook out her light blue feathered head of auburn curls as she settled down with Jordan, knowing that at the age of 16 she was extraordinarily lucky to be behind the controls of a military-commissioned plane. However, even she had picked up on the fact that just because her father was a military pilot and also one of the major contributors to the recent funding of Wingfond Incorporation, she knew her father had pulled a few strings to give her this rare opportunity.

Although she had always admired her father's experience as a wayward pilot and was described by her parents as a girl who was 'born in the cockpit', the young blue swallow knew there was a lot more to life, too, then living a life of expectation and status.

"Amelia, oh … There's my girl!" the young swallow looked up to see the aged yet adoring gaze from her father as he came up to her and lifted her up to her feet by her hands before he enveloped her in a hug. Returning the hug, Amelia tenderly gave her father a hard squeeze also, aware that this was no doubt one of his better days. "You were wonderful, sweetheart."

"Yeah, that was some good flying, 'Sis!" said another voice as she looked up from her father's embrace and noticed her older brother among them, too, as he watched as their mother hefted up Jordan and held him dearly. Although her brother, Henri, was the oldest and was married at 18, Jordan was the first born among the kids, even if it was accidently, but that didn't mean he was not at all loved by them all.

"Thanks, but …" Amelia started to say before a hug from her sister-in-law, Nancy, made her go silent once again and just smile instead, knowing that all they wanted to do was support her on her big day.

"What is it, dear?" Her mother, Abigail, wanted to know, but they all looked to the door as David and his boss came out to talk to them for a minute.

"Cadet Amelia," the Lieutenant said, seeing that her family was present, as he turned to her as David proudly came up to her side.

"Yes, sir?" She asked, promptly.

"Although you had help, you performed your flight test admiringly and with high marks. You're a gifted pilot. Firstly, though, may I ask? How long have you been on this internship with us, a month or two?" He asked, observing how her father settled a gentle hand on her shoulder in support as she nodded. "Well, we would like you to stay on with the company as you work to complete your degree. We'll pay for it all, as well as give you an opportunity to work with us where you can earn your own private piloting license in just a few short months."

Stunned, Amelia knew that she was being presented with a gift that not many new flyers were given. With all that was attached, there was only one clear answer that she could say.


(Later, with Amelia and David alone in the docking bay about a couple of years later)

"I'm so glad you accepted when Major Sky Hawker gave you that offer a couple of years ago. Now, look at you, you are a professional licensed flyer pilot, just like your Dad," David said, seeing Amelia say nothing. "They're right, you know? You are a gifted flyer. What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she assured him, giving him a small smile. "I guess, I'm … I am still in shock. I mean … Dad's been flying his entire life. It was his passion and his joy, sometimes ahead of the family. I just want what's best for Jordan and … for us."

Taking her hand, David smiled gently in return as he kissed her. Surprising her though, he covered her eyes as he turned her around and led her to a closed-up hanger, to where only he and a couple of comrades he could trust had the key to.

"Where are you taking me?" Amelia asked, already giggling at his game, a little bit nervous when she heard the sound of a hanger lock swing open. "David?"

"Just listen for a sec', ok?" Amelia heard him say as he removed his hands and she opened her eyes to see the darkened entryway of a dark storage building. Turning around to where she heard David, she stared at the small casing in his hand that housed a single ignition key. "Don't be upset with me. I had them commission this."

Turning on the lights, Amelia's mouth dropped open at the sight of the small-sized plane that was midnight twilight in color and glistened like a jewel. It was a four-seated aluminum plane with a wingspan of 20 feet.

"The boys and I call it The Wingtail," David said with pride, watching as she walked up to it in awe and slid a feathered hand over its glossy surface and just sighed. "It is modeled after your father's private jet, The Ravenwing, but … I admit, we took a little bit more of an artistic license to make it just right."

Thinking about its potential, Amelia automatically asked, "When are they going to test this model?"

"They're not," David said, which made Amelia look at him in confusion. "This is your plane."

Sitting the key case down in her hand, Amelia was still in shock as she looked up at it, again, and turned back to her husband. "What?"

"Consider it a gift by me and your Dad, he funded this and I requested for it," David said, tilting her chin up as she started to sniffle. "I also thought it would help for you to remember him by. He wanted you to have it, he told me so himself."

"David … thank you," was all Amelia could say as the two of them embraced. She knew deep down she would never give up her passion for flying, but … She knew she had a lot she needed to talk about with her husband, and some she was weighing in for Jordan's benefit, too.


(A few months later)

"You're leaving Duckburg?" Amelia heard her friend ask her over the phone, as Amelia packed a few more necessary items into her suitcase among her other things. "Why?"

"You heard about my father passing away, right?" Amelia asked her, as she heard her friend's reply over the phone. "Well, Mom's already settled there and she's going to help me a bit in taking care of Jordan while David is still stationed over here. He's going to be coming back and forth, due to his position being stationed here in Duckburg."

"Is Jordan alright?"

"Yes, Chase. He's fine. He's just not too keen on going." Hearing Jordan crying in the other room, Amelia walked with her phone on shoulder as she picked up her son and continued talking, "No Chase, David and I are not having any problems. There's just a good opportunity over there for me regarding a job where I can have more time to be there for Jordan and make sure he gets into a good school. I want him to have a stable home environment where he's not always on the go, like we used to be. And … I've heard some good things about St. Canard that I want to see for myself."

"I can understand that," she heard Chase say over the phone. "You never know, I might come and make an excuse to see you and St. Canard myself one day."

"You'd be welcome if you did," Amelia said, feeling herself and Chase smile in thought together over the phone. As they hung up, Amelia found herself strangely nervous at the thought of flying her own plane, but seeing David take their son from her hesitant silence and feeling his support, she beamed.

"You ready?" He asked her.

Catching her case key to her own plane in her hand, she said, "Let's go."


This is my attempt regarding a story on the Darkwing Duck franchise. It will touch a little bit on Amelia's POV from writergirl142's story
"Darkwing Duck and Twilight Drake vs the Masked Marauder". But, this is Amelia's story, too, as she works to raise her son, Jordan, and support
her friend, Chase Canvasback, during her adventures in St. Canard.

Please enjoy!