It was almost the time dedicated to leaving Russia, the beautiful nation Dúuru Khalif came to love. He admired it's beauty all the while he flew in missions over it, to bomb the cities of the hated Chinander and Injun peoples that dare assault it. He looked over his plane one last time, knowing that it would be the last time he saw it, at least until he was safely at his next posting place. The notorious red stripe down it's side was faded from his constant flights.
I better get one of the mechanics to check that out. He bent over, to rub the side of it one last time before he left, when he heard a voice behind him. It's shrillness immediatley gave him an idea as to who it was.
"KHALIF!" the woman screamed.
Begone vile Kɔnɔntɔn He turned to face her. It was his Russian lover, Katja Perieckhailivala. How she disgusted him. Ever since he filled her loins with the revolution, by order of the Transforming Rushins into Obedient Liberated Life by the Introduction of New Genes Referendum, she had been a constant menace to him.
"Yes Kɔnɔntɔn Katja Perieckhailivala?" He muttered "What is it that you desire from me?"
"Khalif, I have news that you will consider good!" She exclaimed. He groaned. Her good news, is always his bad news. "Khalif-"
"That is not my primary designation. That is my secondary designation given to me by my first parents. My official designation is that of Dúuru. One I hold with distinction. Khalif represents a part of my life that is shadowy and worthless. Dúuru represents a part of me that has purpose."
"Oh! Okay, sweet Dúuru" She continued "I have managed to aquire a spot upon your transport ship, so we may marry and I may be with you while you're off liberating the world!"
No! "You disgusting whale of a woman. You make me sick. In the name of the Kelen, how did you manage this? Sorcery?"
"No, you are a part of the Infamous Bandits of the Color Red. You may have anything you desire-"
"And I desire for you to move your patheticness out of my way. I have no interest in you. You will only stand to distract me from my purpose."
"No, what you desire is a woman to stand by your side at all times. You cannot fool me into thinking you have a lack of feelings for me. It is widely known by all, that you, Dúuru do in fact, wish for me to be a part of your life until you die."
"You disgust-" he started, but the clank of the intercom was heard, and he immediatley snapped to attention. She giggled.
I will handle this disgusting swine later.
This is the final call for the loading of soldiers into the transports designated to them. The Bandits of the Color Red are to board now. Those who board incorrectly are to see the corrections officer immediatley. That is all.
And before Dúuru Khalif could respond, he saw Kɔnɔntɔn Katja walking towards the transports, and his fellow Dúuru waving her in.
Why do they find her appealing? She has body like gross old man. The things I'll do for duty. I have no time to argue with her. She will be taken care of later.
With that, he walked to the transport, baring on his shoulders a great sense of shame. She was absolutley disgusting, and her strange Russian habits and dress baffled him.
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The hum of the engine was oddly soothing to him. Until the turbulence and anti-aircraft fire began spraying him.
For the glory of USACS, these Injuns are persistant. He tilted his plane, slightly enough for him to look down, and the vast desert of what was Pakistan. Below him, the Iranian army was charging deep into the Injun positions.
Brave men, they are, for being Imperialist swine. I much prefer my view from up here.[/b] As if to put a period on his thought, he pressed the firing buttons under his center console, releasing two missiles that promtply shot into a particularly nasty looking Indian bunker. Still, however, more fire brushed his fighter. a large clunck, however, sent his engine sputtering, as his plane began to fall.
Sorry, I am really out of it today. Better story tomorrow. Orders soon.