at the Russian air-field runway you hear the sound of metal creaking and scraping as a massive grey figure of steel and rubber lay before you, her metal shell rubbing against itself, her arms pressing into her chest, the rotor mast leading into a two-domed sensor base

she shifts over to get a better look at you, her painted smile seeming to grow wider and the cockpit she has for eyes staring into you, her tail boom moveing effortlessly despite its size and weight