Serenaya

Moving the picture to display the port wing and double power units showed more of the same, a bent wing, no longer upwards but slightly downwards. The huge airscrew had come adrift from the motor, to hang in the ice before it, blades bent back from a much earlier crash landing. Serenaya could only guess at what internal damage was like, to the fuel tanks, engines and wing spars. Quickly scrolling to the starboard wing showed less damage but nothing was left untouched. This wing had combat damage on the outer quarter, jagged metal bent upwards from several holes. Smiling to herself, Serenaya granted herself credit for managing to come this far. Next, the plane had to be raised from its icy tomb, transported to the secret research base and taken apart. New parts had to be made, measurements taken, tests done and improvements made using recent technology. Only then could any new planes start to be fabricated, a long and slow job. Moving back to the main menu, Serenaya took in additional information and after several minutes stopped to prepare her meal, a man-made substitute for rabbit stew, with a carton of hi-energy drink.