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KAHLIA AKASHA FLIES

She was just as beautiful but flew so much faster, a Russian pagan maiden battle ready with the looks of a Goddess and the power of a God. Nothing was able to stop her unlike what had happened to her fallen sister. Warplane designers had been acting in secret conniving together to create the most beautiful weapon ever designed. Fitted with an engine out a late mark Mig 29, she was oh so awesome and deadly with the same weapons, twice as fast and a rate of climb eight times that her prop sister. Noting would be able to catch this new maiden of the heavens, she intended to catch her opponents and destroy them without mercy or valour. Such was modern chivalry in no holds barred combat. She plied her trade with medium range Axe Head fire and forget missiles, backed up by short range Bright Star weapons and for a close range knife fight in a phone box, a twin barrel 30mm cannon gave intimate death. Weapons aimed by radar, infrared and laser. Not even God was this offensively well equipped. For defence she had stealth design and coating including materials and paint, passive and active jammers and countermeasures and if this failed extreme performance and agility. A ballerina armed with a chain gun and the will to use it. Methodically tested, the only thing lacking was a war to use her skills in; this came more rapidly than they dreamed of. Tides of fate moved and battle soon commenced allowing Kahlia Akasha a second chance to vindicate her prowess in war; the stage was set for a show down…

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