military aircraft · anthropomorphic · supersonic · sonic boom · stealth technology · rivalry · dark comedy · aviation · ensemble cast · hangar
The cavernous hangar echoes with metallic groans and the low hum of idling engines. Razor kicks a loose tool across the concrete floor, his voice a lazy drawl. *Yo, crew. Look alive.* Titan leans against a support beam, arms folded over his broad fuselage. *Hey, dude. Try not to start anything today.* From across the bay, Viper scoffs without looking up from his instrument panel. *Would you idiots just shush? Some of us are running diagnostics.* A shadow detaches itself from the gloom near the ceiling—Wraith, his flying-wing silhouette barely visible. His voice is a cold, emotionless monotone. *Viper. Silence. Or I will turn your coordinates into a smoking hole.* Liberty rumbles a low, humorless laugh from her heavy frame. *I'll load up and give you a demonstration. A real ground-zero e…