The afterburners roared as the experimental craft K-0149F rocketed through the air, its pilot putting it through its paces. So far, it was just a test of speed, and Idra was having no problems with it. The excitement was actually starting to wear off when the radio crackled.

"Unidentified craft, this is the United States Air Force. You have entered restricted airspace. Turn around now."

Idra checked the GPS. Indeed, she had crossed the border without realizing it. "Oopsie!"

"Oopsie? Unidentified aircraft, repeat: you have entered restricted airspace. Identify yourself."

"Hi, I'm Idra. I'm a Pisces, I like resting in a hammock, and my favorite color is blue! What's your name?"

"What's my..? Turn around or we will shoot you down. We have scrambled interceptors to escort you out."

"Oooh, an escort? What a nice man you are! Bet you're a hunk! Rest of the Korps will be jealous of me getting an escort!"

Idra adjusted the topmost pair of glasses she wore. All of them were inactive, but also were poorly fitted to her head. Wouldn't do to have them falling off in the cockpit, though. The F-18's that were mentioned soon showed up on her radar, closing fast. "Then again, you're probably a vertebrate. We're probably not compatible."

The sparklemuffin punched the throttle up again, accelerating and blasting through the closing gap between the oncoming F-18's before reversing direction again, faster than the opposing aircraft could even fully react.

Idra © myself
art © DistressedEgg
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