Loud screams call out echoing though the darkness surrounding her, but no ears heard her. The sound of pleasure, but mostly pain was spreading throughout the land. Her crimson red eyes a blend very rare to find were soon dulled as the life they once held faded. Years later, a crowd gathered in celebration as a mechanical marvel was soon accomplished. Laying down upon the ground, before the command of formation. Upon a large military base, coming out of a hanger much larger than any constructed by man. Airplanes were being pulled out with a special vehicle hauling them into a formation from their assigned hanger. A pair of plump sturdy legs stretched out directly from the sides of a massive body. Pushing up a more curvaceous body, onto the top of two roller feet attached to the ankle.
It was the worlds first aeromorph, though many had been processed and even more failed attempts. It was like a old time sci-fi movie where man created something beautiful, but terrifying at the same time. But this was real, there process of making such marvels were kept classified. Many of the researchers and scientists were strictly put under heavy surveillance. Many of the aeromorphs stood in formation, in no need of a pilot only answering to their superiors. The first place to develop this new foot hold in the arms race, was a base in the motherland of Russia. It wasn't long before other nations upon the world had this technology. Many spy's had been caught on either side and put to death. The sky's belonged to the aeromorphs from transportation to surveillance, but as time went on more and more aeromorphs were produced. Though the race to have them produced were up the new race began to find ways to improve on them to have the most superior areomorph.
Many aeromorphs were created, though each one had a job to do. It wasn't just fighting or transportation, but recon as well. If it was from scouting out an area, to maintaining support for those on ground. Though there were rumors of not just aircraft being crafted but mobile ground forces as well. The mass production made a difference in the war in itself, though aeromorphs were aircraft. They still sustained injuries and need repair, the cost to maintain one alone cost more material than supplies could maintain. Each battle was a risk for any side to either upkeep those that were able to come back or put them down entirely to maintain those that were needed. It was a massacre each battle humans seemed to stay out of the air's now, though the weapons being placed on the aeromorphs were more than any normal aircraft could handle for long periods of time. Once more innovation and technology were put to the test, to find ways to improve. One war, became the last war as it continued for many years.
The very first aeromorphs were larger than that a normal airplane, when the improvements of recent came to existence they were no more than the size of a human. This made repairs less costly, and fights more furious and devastating. Secrets were always meant to be broken at some point, if there was a peaceful time the lifespan of a areomorph would outlast a human, anthro by many years. If there were any original aeromorph left they would still be young at heart with their youthful outlook. One elder aeromorph was named an elite unit of a squad, and a gem of the Soviet union military.
Her name was Aliona, which the name was given to her by the commanding officer in charge of her role in the army. The name referenced the moon her completion was done under the full moon's light. When she was created, she was assigned to a Arkady which was customary for the commanding officer to be present once creation was complete. Though it was her real name, she had been given the military brand of 'Bronislava'. Her upbringing was upon the shoulders of the commander, though she was given the most harshest of treatments, Arkady was known for his harsh treatment of any those under his command. Aliona was coated with a light gray color with silver streaking down from the tip of her nose down the sides of her body to her wing tips. A curvaceous form her wing span was 50 foot and 5 inches, measuring in at 106 foot from the tip of her nose to the bottom of her wheeled feet. Upon her chest she housed the fuel, which each tank making her chest extended out like a females chest.
There were images placed upon her body that showed her rank and specialty, but only after her first assignment. The first image she was given was from the commander, it was the soviet union mark upon her. A reminder for her where she belongs and who she serve's. The mark was placed to her right side of her chest. Though she was a aircraft, her body had the curves of a female. Her thighs were thick and strong some may say she was crafted after a human female. Though her face was pointed, as her eyes were her windshields. The body of an aeromorph was complex to touch, some had a rubber like feel to them giving them flexibility on body land and sea. Others had a softer feel, for gliding through the air helping with wind drag, and aerodynamics.
"Commander were under attack call fo-!" the radio contact went silent as a group of elder aeromorphs were out on patrol along the waters of the north. The soviet aeromorphs were in hot pursuit of a traitor, their intelligence that was given to them was to search and destroy any evidence. "red leader.. should we-" "No arrival and secure is top priority" "But what about?" "she knew the cost for failure." "But commander" "do you wish to accompany her?" "No ma'am.." "then let her death not be in vein." "Yes Sir." the group were old, and a bit slower than the new aeromorphs thought this was suppose to be an easy no need to rush mission. Once they arrived at the location, all that was around them were parts and pieces of other aeromorphs they were nothing but old aeromorphs. "what the?!.. commander"
The group separated out to salvage any intel from their other comrade's, "who did this? there are pieces from all over.. france.. Germany.. even the yankee's all these old aeromorphs..." A loud explosion was heard two of the transport aeromorphs exploded another began flying away from the area only to be shot down with a AA gun. "IT'S AN TRAP!" The rest of the group soon scattered away from the area each one the commander could hear their radio com's cutting off one by one. It was only her now, the commander of the red wing aeromorph strike force, never did she see anything so fast. A single aeromorph began calling out though it didn't sound like any other that she could recall. It was in fact the newest version of the aeromorphs. "Grandma, here grandma its time to say good nighhhht." His voice was sarcastic and snobbish perhaps this was the plan all along. to be lured out to be killed, she wouldn't let herself believe that her country would ever betray her like this after all that her and her team had done.
"Well come on grandma, you think you can take me? I'd like to see yo-" He was cut off as she slammed his body into the ground with a full forced wing chop. Even though she had a much bigger body she was able to conceal herself just enough to catch this new model off guard. Making an engraved indent with the form of his body, revved her turbines in anger how dare some young punk talk to her in such a manner. It was true she was a very old model of aeromorph, but she thought herself still a women, "Well old and feisty just how I like'em" the males voice came from the ground before a barrage of bullets shot out, pushing her body away and cutting through her armor. Her arm was pierced with the array of bullets. Raising back up his body was holding up better than her without a scratch. "Don't worry grandma, I'll make this fast for you."
"You need to learn how to respect those above you!" her cannon nose taking aim as she talked, before a bright light shined though as she unleashed her own blow from her cannon. She pulled her right arm up with the h-1 missile shooting from the spot upon her arm. Though she had shot, a voice came close behind her, "too slow grandma" her eyes went wide turning around swinging her massive arm towards the voice only to have him place up his arm blocking it with little resistance. "good bye" He said as her own missile struck against her back hitting another turbine causing it to burst into flame. Her cry of pain echoed through the air, as another barrage of bullets blew into her front. Along with damage from that he forced a blow to her belly tossing her up into the air with brute force.
His jets lit up sending him into a high speed to help send her more up into the air. After he reached her once more grabbed her wheeled legs and began spinning her around until both caused a small tornado in the clouds sending her in a random location. He flew after her, her moves were sluggish now as she was loosing much of her armor and oil that kept her old parts going. Slamming her down against the water as her body skipped along the water like a skipping stone. In his ear he heard his commander call out to him. "Come in please respond.. respond now this is an order!" the commander was losing patience for the young aeromorph. "But sir! I've almost completed my mission!" The young aeromorph was complaining, as he had to stop mid air hovering where he was. "That's enough come back to base you have another mission for you."
"BUT SIR!" "That is a direct order soldier!" grumbling with annoyance soon turning his course and headed back to base. It wasn't long before that she had finally landed on shore, half in the water and half on shore. Her arm in shambles as she was loosing oil, loosing consciousness. A large splash turned into a rouge wave towering up into the sky only to end a mile away from the shoreline. Her body laying broken defeated upon the shore, the ice like millions of daggers cutting into her already broke body, as well as tossing inland landing upon the ground pointing upward. The ground shaking was felt for miles from the shoreline. "H-hmm? what was that? Am I under attack?" Someone asked falling from their seat as they were leaning back falling asleep at their desk.
Grabbing his coat soon as he got back up to his feet. "What the hell was that?" Opening up the door, as he looked around pulling the coat close it was snowing a storm that was coming was getting closer. "Gah.. dammit what was that" He said soon noticing in the distance a cloud of smoke coming from the horizon. "Ooh my" Moving back inside, once the hanger doors opened completely a snow runner sped through the snow that already was upon the ground. A snow runner was a heavy equipment snow vehicle which could rip through another vehicles frame. It was mostly used for rescue to help trapped civilians from their vehicles. "Well I hope nobody is dead this time.. I don't think I can reach the hospital in time..." He was concerned it was an hour before he got to reach the location. His eyes were wide in awe. "what the.." climbing out of the snow runner and handing onto the door handle so he could get a better view. ".. must have been a fight nearby." thinking about it for some time he could see her shifting back and forth as if trying to move if not from the coldness of the water than to keep alive long enough she was furiously yelling out profanity about killing everyone and about being disrespected.
He blinked at her accent which made a shiver run up his spine, "oh well then must be what german? Britain? ooh perhaps french" but when he noticed the symbol of the soviet union on her side. "Oh, how sad" He said before climbing back into the snow runner sitting in the driver seat and watched her for a moment. gripping the mic, "excuse me.. uh" he went silent when she got up to her feet her eyes filled with so much rage and pain only taking two steps with her wheeled feet and fell down on the land out of the water. "I'll.. kill... yo" she fainted once more with how much oil and how damaged she was. "Uh hey I'm going to pull you somewhere safe.. just.." He watched as her body was laying still on the ground. "I guess that means you agree." Pulling forward as her nose cannon fired nearby as if using the last bit of her strength to take at least one more out with her.
"HEY I'M TRYING TO HELP!" Crying out upset at her though she had missed in her state. Grumbling some while slowly moving towards her until he was able to climb out of the snow runner and hook up to her, luckily there were extra straps and cables, which he bond her up the best he could. It took almost the whole day and some of the night before getting done binding her and getting her back to his hanger. It had been a few days since he found her with her foot in the grave, from that time he had to hide her from authorities and any suspicion about what he really had.
Her injuries were healing slowly but she still had some work, though the weather wasn't helping any. She may be a areomorph and was the enemy, he would stand in the doorway watching the storm rage on outside. Glancing back at her not keeping his eyes off her for too long, he heard rumors of the aeromorphs abilities were suppose to be superior to that of a human. Although when he looked at her all he seen was a women, of course the whole armory attached to her body was intimidating. "Get some rest, will ya?" He said noticing an eye open watching him when he glanced at her. "I can not do that, you are enemy I will keep a watch on you till you are dead." Her accent made him shiver some, it was too adorable and he had his own quirk about him.
"Oh sure and here I thought you just liked to stare at me imaging naughty and erotic things you wish to do with me.." responding to her, her head lifted from the pillow straining to sit up. "I would never you!" She was enraged though, her cheeks were getting darker as if her nose cannon was over heating. She was so enraged and flustered that she couldn't think of anything to counter his words. "Just lay down will ya, you'll never heal properly if you keep moving around.. What do you want to stay stuck with me forever?" He asked her, though this made her think heavily about her injuries and killing him. It would be so easy, but he was correct she needed him even if she didn't want to admit it. "Just kill me and be done with it.." She muttered slowly laying back down upon the cushions, of the pillows the pain she was feeling was getting to be too much for her as she passed out from exhaustion.
Yawning some pulling back from the doorway to find that she was finally asleep. "Well if you insist." he said under his breath, walking towards her once he was next to her up on the top of a long ladder to help work on old model airplanes. He reached down pulling a much heavier blanket over her to keep her warm. "Mother always said.. if you want to kill someone.. kill them with kindness." He chuckled softly to himself the door slammed closed making him jump some. "dear lord.." Laughing to himself before going back to the door locking it as he could see through the small window in the door watching the snow piling up outside. "Still.. she's lucky to be in one piece.."
Taking a deep breath before walking out of his hanger to shovel out some snow. It was going to be a long day, and perhaps few weeks he thought she would only be around for a short period of time. Though what happened was her injuries and her state of mind wanting to kill him every time he walked into the hanger was one problem he had to deal with at some point. "Alright listen you've been saying that since I pulled you from a icy grave.. I am not your enemy I'm only trying to help you so either shut up and let me help you or you could whine more when I don't." He shouted at her and walked off, when he was gone there was a commotion outside where it was another day before he walked back into the hanger this time she didn't say a word to him, as she didn't want to speak to him at all.
"Oh I see giving me the cold shoulder huh?.. well that's fine two can play at that, but i'm not going too.. because it is just me and you so get used to it.. well until you kill me and run around this land.." He said to her with his hands on his hips standing near her head, she looked at him in deep thought, "when my injuries are healed I demand to be upgraded.." She looked dead serious to him, he raised his eyebrow not expecting such an answer to what he said. "upgraded? well sure.. I can do that.. why?" He asked curiously her head turned from his, "none of your business..." He laughed, "then no upgrade you have to know that your situation here isn't really.. natural besides " "To kill the one who did this to me.. my revenge.." He blinked to her interrupting him and to her answer. "yeah I could do that.." She looked surprised staring at him before narrowing his eyes, "then I'll kill you afterwards.. see planning makes perfect." He blinked at her and then looked over her body, "and I am guessing your plan was to get the tar beat out of you too?" She let out a loud rumble of a roar. "Don't you say such things! we.. were.. I mean Ii was ambushed is all.. can't plan for an ambush when you don't know it its coming.."
After that day no other words were spilled between the two about her past. It was exactly that her past, though there were times when laughter was filled inside of the hanger. although a few times while mending her wounds and keeping her moral high she did open up to him about a few things she remembers about her past as did he. These times for both of them were good times, there was no war going on inside this one hanger, but the outside world did come inside every so often which they both had a system of hiding from those that entered the hanger. She had told him about all the species that would come to her in her hanger some were friends and others were just there to work and be on their way, although he didn't hear anything about a human. When he talked or asked her about any other humans like him she would just stare off into space and shake her head like she couldn't say not that she didn't want to say. Until one day almost two years from her arrival, when he opened the door of the hanger she was waiting for him.
Her eyes looked serious with a flame that he hadn't seen in such a long time. Once he was inside and the door closed she demanded him to rebuild her into a aeromorph like the new models so she could get her revenge. Looking at her with a puzzled expression on his face, "You want me to do what?.. well I can do it yeah, but that means pulling you apart an-" smacking the ground with her free arm, "You said you wanted to help with my revenge and my recovery!! then do it!!" She said with a fire boiling in her chest, having heard that her attacker was spotted sometimes nearby. "I want to be rid of him once and for all when I have that... that.. cockpit dangling from a necklace.. and when I am done I'll return an-" he interrupted her as he had listened to her whine and complain all the time about him. "Kill me too?" She was hesitant for a moment, "all... him.. and your country" she didn't say anything else laying there upon her stomach "now do it!" she called out with less rage, but more in some thought.
Sighing with some thought of himself, "very well.. I will need to put you under." He said before making arrangements of the operation to undergo upon her body. He gulped some, he knew some things about aeromorphs, but could or should he really take one apart to make it better, sure there were plastic surgeons that do it to anybody that had enough money. It took him most of the day to move her from one side of the hanger to where he could work better on. Once she was knocked out he began his work through the day and into the next. It wasn't easy as he was getting worried more and more after each hour passed. He would be done only in four day's with little sleep, and a few bumps. He was able to transform her body from the large body into a more compact smaller body . She was still holding on as he took her off the life support equipment. "please live.. even if you kill me. at least then I know you'll be alive"
Her body was now 9ft tall her body had some imperfections as he had to make most of the armor she had on now. When he was making the armor he thought about what she might face and began experimenting with some of the armor plates he had left over from a aeromorph he had fixed years ago. Yawning as it had been a long and hard surgery before finally falling asleep next to her with his head on the steel beam near her chest. He had fallen asleep for a few hours before waking up seeing that her chest was slightly raising and falling, "oh thank you.." standing up as he stretched, "well this calls for celebration!.. oh and perhaps.." He looked back at her before heading out the door to go to town she would need some more fluids and he wanted to give her something so she would feel better remembering what she said about her being built wanting to surprise her with a gift. He spent more time at the town than he did at the hanger gong through each store wanting something special before he found it. His eyes lit up, "haha perfect.." he began paying for everything he was getting and made a straight line to the hanger.
Arriving at the hanger he parked his truck near the doorway that way he could get in easier and so he could surprise her even faster. Walking back into the hanger seeing that she was gone, ".. right.. your not here anymore are you?" He said to himself a frown crossed along his face before clicking the hanger doors, once clicked the doors began opening up with a squeal every once in a while pulling the chain link that pulled the door up. Once the doors were completely open a tear ran down his face before he sighed softly. "You didn't say.. good bye I'll kill you later or anything." He said walking back outside but this time through the hanger doors. "At least now she will be able to kick some major butt" he smiled only a little before returning to the small shop placing a box on the shelf. He looked at it for a while before he turned to continue what he started a few years ago. "Time to get started.. again."
Her body felt so free now, the breeze upon her body the chill of the atmosphere upon her back. "Good to be back.. I will repay that little punk ten fold now." Though her body had been shaped and constructed a new she was still learning about her new self. Her eyes were still lit with the flame of vengeance, though she had no idea how to actually find the one that humiliated her. The whole mission she had been on was sketchy from the beginning, and the scenery she had witnessed wasn't making sense to her.
