Our hangar bay was very cramped. It was ill-equipped for any morphs larger than a mid-sized reconnaissance unit, a fact he intended to raise with the base commander once his trials were completed. The uncomfortable aeros reclined as much as we could, finding small comfort in the tight space. The P02 series had their own, so there was that. It was just 5 in her for the night. Beta would join us when she returned. Rain beat down on the metal ceiling, it's incessant plink-plink-plink keeping our auditory systems busy. Eventually we tuned out the noise and tried to rest. I half-opened an eye, peeking at the dull sheet metal of the hangar bay door. Rust crept in from every angle, marring the door with orange flakes. I wondered exactly when I would be rid of this middle-of-nowhere shithole. An hour or two passed, our systems recharging. I remained still, my cybernetic body propped up against the nearest wall. Arms limp, crossed over the torso. Legs extended, managing to match the bay's dimensions (if only just about). The first of a new breed; a new model. My parentage was a state secret.
I supposedly only knew life here as an aeromorph -- many years of childhood compressed into one, training, indoctrination, moving from base to base with no real place to call home. That was the case for the rest of the line. A human going through that would surely drive them insane. Not us machines. The government-mandated programming kept us from losing ourselves that way. A small, heated gust escaped our jets as the living war machines that we were inhaled gulps of damp air. Relaxing after a yawn, my turbines quickly spooled down. Despite the resting state, part of my consciousness kept ticking over, keeping an eye on vital systems. Especially my energy. I needed the bulk of it for an emergency. No sense going hungry the night before and having to explain to Central why I filed for extra fuel expenses. Night-time called. And fatigue cursed my artificial hide, a dismal inheritance from human creators. Sleep came and went, passing the time in bursts of nothingness. I let a small smile form in my nice daydreaming. I felt no such need to sleep. I was a Player after all.
The next day, Beta returned and the P02 series counterpart was getting ready to go. She was happy and came over to me. "It was a massive success. I'm going to give the debrief. Thanks for the help, Alpha." she said before a hug caught me by surprise. I nodded and said "Think nothing of it, Beta. As long as we get everyone through, it will be worth it." She nodded and went off to debrief and refuel. When the P02-Beta took off, we waved to her and wished her well. My comlink roared to life in my head and I used it. "P01-Alpha, report to the main hangar." base control said. "Yes, sir!" I responded. There was nothing that needed to be done on my end, so I went there right away. Beta and I dwarfed nearly everything in the hangar. Again wearing our 'uniforms', covering what little shame we had. We saluted the ranking officer. The tiny human called us forward. We took barely a step before we needed to crouch down, kneeling to face him. Small in comparison to the elated female aero, only reaching up to our ankles -- just ahead of the last of the articulations between the metal foot and shin.
Something close by, but ignored, was my bulge...the synthetic package shaking with the occasional movement of his legs. Beta's big pussy was also easily visible if you were willing to look at her between the legs. I shifted my hips and the seated posture as the officer circled his side, tracking the human. Returning to the front, the human officer spoke: "A.L.I.C.E. P01 series Alpha and Beta. You two are the first male-female pair to finish the maiden flights. You have crushed all the expectations we had for you! These trials have been a resounding success!" That was pretty good praise coming from him. Beta was ecstatic. We could both see it on her face. "Our V.I.P. donor has been really happy with you both." he informed us. I was not interested in him at all. I still had to try and not be rude to my superior officer. "Mr. Jacaab Mortimer II has been asking for one of each series for his own use. We cannot afford to send either of you, since we obviously need successful prototypes to usher in the next stage of these lines of aeromorphs." Beta looked a bit disappointed. That really surprised me.
