Captain of the Mighty Ducks

"Let's rock, Ducks!" Indie Canon rp blog for Wildwing from The Mighty Ducks: The Animated Series Created on 10/10/2018

[wildwingflashblade]

What if i told you in world your brother leads the free warriors to fight the Dark Army ?

"My brother, Nosedive? Are you sure about that?"

[wildwingflashblade]

“Hey Captain, somebody told me you needed some love.” She was only a little taller than the Drake, this tawny brown Saurian female that sauntered toward him with a vicious smile and a seductive swing of her long tail. “You look like you have a lot in your mind. I bet I can make you forget about it.”

The duck narrowed his eyes, shoulders stiff, stance ready for a fight. His team was in the locker room, getting ready for the game, while he had finished dealing with another of Phil's sponsorships.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get into the Pond?"

[crystalsandcyanide]

“The front door was open,” she quipped, head tilting to the side as she studied him. “I bought this.”

A ticket stub was clutched between her clawed fingers, and the Saurian offered it for his examination. Her movement deliberately slow and measured even, the swaying of her tail halted.

“Your security team scans for metallic weapons, but not for shapeshifters. Why are those things?”

Something of her question was lost in translation, garbled by her com’s software.

[wildwingflashblade]

It wasn’t Chameleon pretending to be someone else, that he could figure out; He had better hu-

No, it’s English, he reminded himself. There were many languages on this planet.

The other three didn’t shape shift. He couldn’t see anything glowing on her, which ruled out that woman and her people. No purple crystals either, which ruled all of them out too.

The stub surprised him and he narrowed his eyes at it. “You’re a shapeshifter.” He attempted to keep his composure. “Why are you here?”

He would question her allegiances later.

[crystalsandcyanide]

“Why I am here?”

She shrugged, as though it should be obvious. The game started in a few hours, and the stands were already filling up with hockey fans eager to catch a glimpse of their favorite Ducks before the puck dropped.

“Everyone must be somewhere. It’s impossible to remain in a state of un-existence for too long. I’ve tried, believe me.”

Her smile revealed far too many teeth, the jagged smile of a happy velociraptor.

“I traveled a long way to see a victory. Hockey, that’s just a bonus. Some of us back home, we had a real problem with what Dragaunus did to your planet. I come, to make sure the same never happens here.”

As she spoke, the frill at the back of her head started to rise, the membrane marked with colorful red and orange spots.

“You have the Mask, yes? You are Canard, who I’ve come here to find.”

[wildwingflashblade]

He waited and listened to the other. He could take her if needed to but-

She was against Dragaunus? He was under the assumption that all of the Saurians followed the Overlord and agreed with his views on things.

He tensed at the sight of the frill, but a deep frown crossed his lips at what she said next.

“I have the Mask but...” He narrowed his eyes, but sorrow replaced his distrust. “Canard is gone.” He looked her in the eye. “I’m Wildwing. I’m the leader of the team.”

[wildwingflashblade]

“Hey Captain, somebody told me you needed some love.” She was only a little taller than the Drake, this tawny brown Saurian female that sauntered toward him with a vicious smile and a seductive swing of her long tail. “You look like you have a lot in your mind. I bet I can make you forget about it.”

The duck narrowed his eyes, shoulders stiff, stance ready for a fight. His team was in the locker room, getting ready for the game, while he had finished dealing with another of Phil's sponsorships.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get into the Pond?"

[crystalsandcyanide]

“The front door was open,” she quipped, head tilting to the side as she studied him. “I bought this.”

A ticket stub was clutched between her clawed fingers, and the Saurian offered it for his examination. Her movement deliberately slow and measured even, the swaying of her tail halted.

“Your security team scans for metallic weapons, but not for shapeshifters. Why are those things?”

Something of her question was lost in translation, garbled by her com’s software.

[wildwingflashblade]

It wasn’t Chameleon pretending to be someone else, that he could figure out; He had better hu-

No, it’s English, he reminded himself. There were many languages on this planet.

The other three didn’t shape shift. He couldn’t see anything glowing on her, which ruled out that woman and her people. No purple crystals either, which ruled all of them out too.

The stub surprised him and he narrowed his eyes at it. “You’re a shapeshifter.” He attempted to keep his composure. “Why are you here?”

He would question her allegiances later.

[wildwingflashblade]

“Hey Captain, somebody told me you needed some love.” She was only a little taller than the Drake, this tawny brown Saurian female that sauntered toward him with a vicious smile and a seductive swing of her long tail. “You look like you have a lot in your mind. I bet I can make you forget about it.”

The duck narrowed his eyes, shoulders stiff, stance ready for a fight. His team was in the locker room, getting ready for the game, while he had finished dealing with another of Phil's sponsorships.

"Who the hell are you and how did you get into the Pond?"

[everythingfox]

A happy boy

(via)

[usefulcreature]

Wildwing deserves this level of adoration and love but instead the fandom likes to torture him. Poor soft lad.

[puckyeahmightyducks]

But, but…. He’s so punchable? Having a sibling adds spice to the angst!

[usefulcreature]

I mean… I am kind of forcing him to work together with the bastard that destroyed his planet and enslaved his family to save Earth from Dr. Droid so… guilty as charged.

[wildwingflashblade]

( My poor boy does need some love.)

[everythingfox]

Yes

[usefulcreature]

Wildwing is that you bby???

[wildwingflashblade]

Wildwing, Wildwing!! Is it true that Nosedive is getting traded to the Bruins next season?

Wildwing narrowed his eyes at the reporter. "No, it isn't."

[bat-anon]

Canard is an only child and I will die on this hill.

[usefulcreature]

Consider though… there was a real possibility that he didn’t expect any of them to survive the mission and he didn’t want baby bro going off to a certain death with the rest of the squad.

[wildwingflashblade]

( Canard would've known Wildwing would've been worried, thereby distracted in this case, about his little brother.

Canard grew up with them.)

[wildwingflashblade]

hello did you ever find Canard Thunderbeak ?

The goalie frowned, looking away.

"No. I haven't."

[wildwingflashblade]

Hello hope your doing well. Would PuckWorld be a nice place to go see ?

The goalie frowned. "No, not as it is now."

[wildwingflashblade]

The note taped to the cardboard box was hastily written in blue ink. “I can’t take care of it.” Inside the box left at the entrance of the Pond, a newborn Dark Creator pup wriggled and squirmed.

"What the heck!?" Wildwing's eyes widened. He immediately pulled up his communicator. "Guys, I need you to get Phil or Klegghorn. We've got a Dark Creator pup out here and I don't see any adults yet."

[wildwingflashblade]

Wildwing I love you so much! I’m your biggest fan! Will you marry me?

Wildwing frowned, shaking his head. "Thanks but no."

[wildwingflashblade]

crystalsandcyanide​:

It certainly was not the most opportune time to negotiate with his mortal enemy.  The warlord considered ignoring the call, in no mood to deal with the drake who foiled all of his most grandiose schemes.  His progeny were awake throughout the night crying, Rain and River sprouting sharp teeth, Jericho disturbed by nightmares.  Dragaunus had nearly dozed off in his throne when the beeping on his com disturbed the silence of the control room.  The pup that demanded his undivided attention wriggled against his chest and yawned.  Jericho would benefit from having another of his kind in their family.  And while he hadn’t broached the subject with his wife, he could only assume she would be all to happy to adopt one of the pups recovered from the enemy encampment.  “Wildwing,” the greeting was a little more friendly than a growl.  “Congratulations… on your victory over the Bruins.” 

He waited for the other to speak and found himself further irritated. Of course the lizard would be keeping up with his team. It was the worst part of playing hockey on this planet. 

“Dragaunus.” He narrowed his eyes, knowing the other couldn’t see him. He could feel his shoulders shake, the though of what happened- what was still happening- on Puck World pestering him mind. “What are you planning? For Earth?”

[wildwingflashblade]

I heard your brother is dating a lizard.

Wildwing's brow twitched. His patience was near its limit.

"No, he's not."

[wildwingflashblade]

No Noise, No Good

Wildwing sat down in the locker room, pulled the gloves from his hands, and stared down at the floor. 

Their games were going well. They were able to get plenty of sleep. They were able to relax after practice. Even better, their night time patrols were mostly uneventful. The criminals had practically vanished. Even Dr. Droid hadn’t bothered to push his luck. Only thing they ran into were Dark Creators, but even those were mostly sightings that they just passed on to the police...

and Dragaunus.

Wildwing gritted his teeth. “When did this all get turned on its head?”

He lifted his head to look at the phone on the wall, ignoring the chatter of his teammates. His eyes narrowed but sighed. He pulled the mask from his head and stared at the mask.

“What would Canard think of me? We fought for so long...” He closed his eyes. “He killed so many and kept trying to conquer this world.” 

Now, he’s helping people. He’s healing people. Is this some new approach to conquering the world?

He opened his eyes to stare at the mask. “What do I do?”

Once more, he looked up at the phone. Putting the mask back on, he headed to Phil’s office. A short conversation later, he lifted the phone to his head.

“What is Dragaunus planning?”

| { @crystalsandcyanide } |

[wildwingflashblade]

"My son wants to play football in the NFL." Katja gazed up at Phil from behind his desk, comfortable in his chair, a pistol resting in her lap. "And you're going to help his dream come true."

Phil gulped at the sight of Phineas's lawyer. "Wait a minute. We've cleared everything up between the Ducks and Viper. And while I would be happy to have some more clientele, I'm recovering from cancer treatments and can't possibly-"

He paused, finally noticing the pistol. "Pick anymore up at this time. Maybe later?"

Wildwing sighed behind him, wondering to himself just what his manager had done this time.

[wildwingflashblade]

"Get him! Get the birb!" On Vanya's orders the three pups rushed the goalie, he and Saint and Abe jumping all over the poor unsuspecting goalie with unbridled glee.

The goalie yelped, suddenly finding himself on the floor. “Get off me!”

[wildwingflashblade]

corporate-assassin​:

Amara’s approach had been quiet and cautious;  the stray pup was still uncertain of himself and his surroundings, the loud noises and strange smells of the ship.  He was the unlucky recipient of a boot to the head in all of Wildwing’s flailing, a sharp howl of pain erupting from him as he fell back whimpering.  The growl that answered was not from the elder pups, but from the spotted beast that charged into the room with a horrific toothless snarl.  Behind her came the stay’s adoptive fathers, the pensive sphinx and hulking beast both circling, growling, jaws snapping.  Amara went scrambling to hide between Jonathan’s front legs, tears streaming down the pup’s face.  “We’re okay,” Saint’s tail wagged as he smiled up at Jinjing.  “We’re just wrestlin’ and Amara got hit on accident.” 

The howl had caused him to pause, noting the pups seemed to stop as well. The sound of something bigger approaching had the duck scrambling to his feet, pressing his back against the wall.

The Dark Creators were far bigger than he expected, red eyes widening his terrified shock. He wished desperately that Tanya had figured out Saurian teleportation before he came to this meeting; It might have saved him from-

He glanced over at Saint, confused. He decided it better not to speak, instead raising his shield generating gauntlet just in case.