The biometal feet of mine slammed against the marked area, splintering the ground as I pushed skyward. Splits shot through the concrete, winding lines of broken rubble as the surface shattered. The once-seamless runway was now marred by priceless destruction, but I did not care a single bit about that. It had worked, and I was finally airborne. "Too late!" I remarked on the property damage as I took to the skies. "Should've accounted for that in your original design, fucking eggheads!" Shade now suitably thrown at the pervy creators of the aeromorphs, I rapidly climbed through the atmosphere. The land around me grew further and further away, and the vast emptiness of the cloudless sky beckoned this aerial virgin on. Wind resistance made itself known to me, especially against the bulges and protrusions of my fuselage. My body battled the harsh opposition, fighting to keep me aloft in pure defiance. My wings held, though, and I was not about to plummet. A sense of triumph emerged. I had done it! My maiden flight had begun. I totally reveled in the peak sensation of flying.
Vast amounts of nothingness below me, the freedom of the void -- passed effortlessly through the upper atmosphere as I climbed and climbed. The rush of air over my well sculpted body. The churning inferno inside of me as continuous gulps of the stuff mixed with fuel by the gallon and burst into delightful flame, jetting out from behind me. My massive form miles above the earth. No more doubt in my mind. No more being cooped up in a glorified warehouse. I was free. In the back of my mind I slowly established data links with nearby airbases and control towers, sending my position and receiving the positions of others. Planes that were not like me. They were all old and lifeless things. No soul was within, no body worth drooling over. I was the future, and I knew it. I adjusted course with my wing's control surfaces. In lieu of a traditional tail I gently moved my legs around, keeping them close together at all times. Two small triangular fins near my ankles helped guide me, and the superheated exhausts on the back of each leg, jutting out from my calves, assisted in this maneuver.
Despite the inclination to spread them wide, and enjoy the windswept sensations, her arms stayed straight by her sides. My palms pressed against my legs. Wings were already there for that function. Within me, the large cargo capsule sat snugly. I would be its home for the next 10 hours. I cut through the air without much effort. A dip in acceleration was needed as I turned, tilting to the right before levelling off. My comms were experiencing some static, and the weather was not great, so I decided to change my heading to see if I could expel some of the interference. That was another thing I would need to report when I got back. Bringing a hand to my cheek, nestling aside my pointed, bird-like head, I felt the rush of cool air slip between my fingers as increased drag came into effect. Flying in the sky at near supersonic speeds was really fun for me and I knew that I could go faster if I wanted to. I would not mind keeping this character after the trial period. There was not much of a downside aside from loading the cargo. Taking on some spy missions and such would be interesting.
