7
W.H.I.P
“Wow, that’s a mean-looking Dragonfly.” Fan gazed up at the aircraft waiting for them in bay twelve with unrestrained enthusiasm. “I’ve heard about these, it’s an assault model, left over from the last days of the military.” He ran a hand along the craft’s flanks. “Compared to the Constabulary versions, these things had beefed up armour plating, improved air to ground avionics, bigger payload, twice the thrust and an enhanced stability hover-mode. It’s a literal flying tank. There aren’t many left, looks like this one’s been modified into a transport.”
“You are such a nerd Christopher Fan, its sweet.” Kristy gave him a friendly slap on the back of his helmet.
Fan was about to return the slap when Gideon intervened, “Knock it off you two. I guess this must be our way up north.
