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As the bombers turned away Zoya sighed softly telling her squadron. "good work. They are retreating. Return to your formation and stay alert for anything." Then she directed her attention to the coms entering her headset. "no thank you wolf lead, we have the situation under control. Everything is finished for here, do standby though." Then she shook her head thinking to herself. Why do they not let us finish our work without interfering. A small shrug made her shoulders tence slightly then she waited a bit longer befofe she received a small comm from their fleet.

"Vexor lead, we have successfully signed the treaty with the Americans. you are to stand down and land at the Airport in Hawaii. From there one night is to be spent on their land to prove our loyalty to them. Just as one of their lower squadrons are to spend the night on our carrier. This are your orders, make us proud. Over."

"I...but....Yes sir..." Zoya responded and snapped the plane into a quick roll as they averted their course towards hawaii. "Well wolf lead...I will follow you in to your airport. Lead on, i'm sure there will be panic to see su-47's in your airspace."

As the Vexor Lead denied his request, the F-22's smart artificial intelligence reworked Jamie's radar for air-to-air combat, not search mode. Jamie's flight formed up on him as he dived back to cruising altitude.

"Wolf Lead and AWACS, this is the fleet. We've got the treaty with the Russians signed. Return to Pearl Harbor Naval Air Base, over. The Russians will be following you. You have your orders, Wolf Lead, over." Jamie acknowledged, then opened a comm to the Russian Su-47's.

"Vexor Lead, this is Wolf Lead. There won't be any panic at all when we land at the airbase, because we'll land in pairs. One F-22, one Su-47. One F-22, one Su-47. I'll land last, though. We'll form up on you, ma'am." Jamie was as good as his word, forming on the Russians as they headed to the Naval Air Station at Pearl Harbor. Jamie handled the landing clearances and made sure nothing happened while the seven other fighters landed. He circled slowly, like wolfhound herding sheep away from a wolf.

As the last plane landed, Jamie banked and set up his own landing, descending fast and slowing his plane down. It touched down the slightest of bumps, a slight sliver of steam went up, and Jamie taxied to the hangar he and his F-22 were using. He popped the cockpit open and shut down the engines. Removing his helmet, he met briefly with his crew chief. Smiling and laughing, they parted ways and Jamie headed for where the Russians probably were: one of the hangars.

((Sorry if I power-played too much. I just kind of wanted to keep it moving.))

Vexor squadron had agreed to wolf squadrons plan, and they landed as they normally would have. Instead of parking their planes inside of a designated hanger, they lined them up at an angle aside the runway near a hanger. Their engines finally die out and fall into silence, followed by the soft clicks of the cockpits unlocking from their latches. The canopies propped open, but the pilots stayed inside, adjusting their suits. they had all removed their flight helmets, masks and G-suits. As usual in unison they complete their activities. As a sudden cool breeze whipped though the air, the four pilots emerge from their planes. Not climbing out, but nimbly jumping out and landing perfectly.

The first to be noticed, by her pearly white fur, Zoya. She resembled a feline anthropomorphic being. With glistening ice blue eyes with small black slits that would expand much like a cat, short white fur over most of her body, and a three foot long tail that hung from twitched and waved to her emotions. Her body was slim, well defined, even in the jump suit. The hair atop her head was shoulder length, and well kept back in a neat ponytail. Her cat-like ears flick ever so slightly in the breeze and she crossed her arms looking around the airport.

Next came Zoya's sister, Zasz. A truly exotic creature, much like her sister but her fur was black, wih orange striped down her upper arms, thighs, and across her face. Small while lines outline the orange on her face and ears. With dark amber eyes she was the stranger of the two. Unlike her sister she had long ears, with small tuffets of black fur on the ends, and a luscious long fluffy tail that had the markings of a leopard down the top, each one a light red-orange color. Much like her sister she bore a slim frame, with smaller bust than her sister. Her long black hair atop her head flowed neatly down her back like a waterfall of night.

Emerging just after Zasz came Zoya's wingmate, Sasha. She stood a bit taller than the rest of them, mostly because she always stood on the front of her feet, almost on her toes. With dark piercing emerald green eyes set in a relaxed manor she looked very kind.she had no hair like the rest of them, but a soft scales, like skin but always smooth and warm. The tone of it is a semi-dusty brown with lighter tan patches on her inner thighs, chest, stomach, neck, on her snout, and on the palms of her hands. Instead of hair atop her head, a wondrous cobra hood flared instead, with the marking of a cobra along her long slender tail and along her back. unlike the rest of them, she had two small fangs that stayed tucked in her mouth at all times, she was quite venomous, also her bust was greater than all of her squadrons.

And finally, emerging last, was Hydra. A slim anthropomorphic being, having many feline features. She was just as exotic as Zasz, but here fur was a sapphire blue with darker blue stripes down her tail, back arms and legs. A light frame, the most modest out of all of them. With lavender eyes that glowed with kindness, yet determination. Her silver hair flowed to her shoulders in a more loose manner. She bore the medium range bust out of them all.

As they all looked around at the new surroundings with keen eyes they waited for their escorts to take them to their resting areas. Ans if they would not come they would just sleep in their jets, tey did not mind at all. Zoya let out a soft sight and looked back at her squadron. "Remember, we are still at war here. So let's keep this visit, strict...and..." she trailed off with a sigh as a wide smile crossed her face. "Hell, just relax, and try to not get lost. We leave at dawn tomorrow."

Hard gray eyes set above a tanned face took in the Russian Vexor Flight. They showed only the slightest surprise at the Russians being anthropomorphic, but then it was gone as Jamie grinned. People were people, no matter what. He raised a hand in greeting, scratching his head with the other. After he got their attention, he put his hands into his pockets.

"Welcome to Pearl Harbor! I'm your tour guide, guardian, and friend for the duration of your stay. My name is James Ian MacRae, but you can call me Jamie. Hell, you could call me anything as long as it's not late to dinner. I reckon you all will want to get showered and changed into real clothes. We'll hit the base commissary on our way to the crew quarters and pick you up some clothes. Because who wants to wear a flight suit to a party?"

Zoya brought up her hand to a salute to the welcomer and them she relaxed a bit and they all zipped down their flight suits down to the middle of their sternums. Then she flicked her ears. "My name is Zoya kudrov." she then motioned to her sister. "And this my My sister, Zasz Kudrov." then she twitched her tail towards Hydra. "This is Hydra Leahisk, and to the other side is Sasha Cybra. We are Vexor flight, thank you for having us to your base. As for clothes, we do not need them. We can use out flight suits. We just need them washed and smelling clean, After all we enjoy smelling decent, for our sense of smell is quite keen. So if you will show us to the bunks, and the showers we will do our best to stay out of the way of the operations of your base." She had a relaxed posture now, her sparkling icy blue eyes twinkles with some odd emotion that one would not expect her to posses.

"It's not a problem, ladies. The United States of America sends her greetings and her thanks. But it's not necessary, ma'am. I'll get you all a change of clothes for after your showers and while your flight suits are washed. I insist. Even if the USA isn't prepared to provide you spare clothes, I am. Consider it an act of friendship if you want. It's nice to meet you in person. This way, if you please." Jamie's eyes softened and he turned and began leading the four women to the crew quarters, where spare rooms, showers with hot water, and a party awaited.

The four moved forward, following though the airfield to the crews quarters. They all talked among themselves as they did, simplistic talk, that had little concern for the war. It started out with Zasz softly saying. "Boy, I could really use some drachona. It has been at least a year sense I had it." She flicked her long luscious tail and glanced a the skies in reflex.

Zoya laughed softly. "Da, I know how you feel. I'd kill for a Pirozhki. Preferably with a cheesy center and ham chunks. Mmmhhh lovely." She had crossed heer arms as she walked, almost hugging herself i na strange way.

Zasz spoke again, Yeah tat sounds good too, especially With Sasha's mother's Sbiten Tea, Mhh I loved that during the middle of winter. It kept me soooo warm."

Sasha let out a small laugh. "My mother taught me how to make just like she did, but to this day I cant make it as good as her. Maybe one day I will figure it out. But Zasz has a point. It always kept the heart warm."

Hydra spoke up quickly and scratched her neck ever so gently. "Ladies...please stop you are making me so hungry! Especially when you start talking about yummy things like that! Besides you forgot to mention molochni grebnoi! Mmhhh now that is something i'd kill for."

"Oh she's right!" Zasz spoke quickly. "The way Hydra makes her molochni grebnoi Is amazing! I can't wait to have that again."

Zoya laughed softly and flicked her ears back as she stated. "Well then, we all have reasons to survive this war. And when we do, we will have a big celebration dinner with our town. If it's still there, and we will have all the best dishes everyone makes." Then she turned her attention to james again. "So tell us, how much further, and will you be joining us?"

Jamie smiled at their laughter, shrugging. "We're about five minutes away from the Crew Quarters. You've all been given your own rooms for the night, but you should show up to the party. It starts at 1900 hours. At your party in Russia after the war? I'm afraid not, Miss Kidrov. Personal matters that I need to attend to at the conclusion of hostilities, and like I said, call me Jamie. James is too formal." Jamie smiled back at them, dodging behind a barrel of jet fuel to avoid a superior officer. Once he had passed, Jamie returned to the sidewalk headed for the crew quarters.

Zoya let out a small exhale and smiled whilst tilting her ears flat. "Well, I meant to our quarters. You see we all bunk together. And Normally we never invite anyone outside of our squadron to bunk with us. It's our gift to America. However It's a pity you cannot attend our celebration after that war...even if people are hostile they will forgive your country."

Then Zasz chipped in. "Besides, We are warriors of the sky, we only follow orders. It is the governments that really start the war. If they hold hatred, it will be for your leaders, so there is no sweat or anything." for now the squadron seemed to be loosening up, being more of themselves and more relaxed, It was a good start, but there was much to come.

"It is a shame, and I'm sorry. As for the bunking, even if I could, I can't. Honor dictates I not. We're nearly to the base commissary, and then it's just a couple of minutes to the Crew Quarters." Jamie was trying to figure out how much money he had in his checking account in his bank, as he was going to need it to pay for their clothes and anything else they needed. He figured it wouldn't be too much, and he probably had enough, so he stopped worrying.

"What nobody ever told me about Pearl, is it's easy to get lost here. The base serves as the secondary HQ of the Navy's Pacific Fleets, and there are several, so it's quite large. I wound up in the wrong place at the wrong time last time I was here and I got arrested by the Military Police. Bad tactical move on my part, ladies. Don't get lost. Just ask someone for where you need to go if you do get separated from the rest of us."

Almost immediately after he finished talking a few interesting thoughts crossed Zoya's mind, And oddly enough her sister mirrored the same thoughts. Well It sounds like his military is being quite strict with such a good pilot..I wonder if I could snatch him for our military... Probably not. They shrugged softly. "Well that surely isn't any good...It's a pity you cannot join us. I'm sure youo have som interesting stories to tell of your flight career."

Zasz pitched in then. "Well, If you are already slipping around on eggshells, what's stopping you from joining us anyway? you know, besides morals of some sort." She had curled her long fluffy tail around her waist and stroked it softly in a relaxing manner. "It's a simple game of hide and seek really."

"You would be the only one to state it that way Zasz." Hydra's voice came from the back. "Because you are the only one here who still has her inner child intact. Lucky suka."

"Oh you all have you inner child, ut you all decided to murder them when you hit puberty." Zasz replied with a dark laugh.

"Not only interesting stories from being a fighter pilot, but from working on my father's ranch, and my uncle's farm. As for the other..... A man's honor dictates his reputation, and when a man dies, all he leaves behind is his reputation. Although how could I resist such beautiful ladies? After you leave the party, give me twenty minutes to get away myself. As for a game of hide and seek, when I was a wee lad, I was a master at seeking." Jamie reached into a map pocket on his flight suit and pulled out a chocolate bar, unwrapping it and eating it swiftly. He placed the wrapper back in his pocket, then pulled out four more and held them back to the Russians following him. "Chocolate bar? They're good."

"Well....Nyet, i'm fine. No candy for me." Zoya stated the looked back at her fiends and her sister then flicked her ears in a questioned manner. They all shake their heads as a reliance then Zoya looked back at James and murmured softly. "Nyet, we are okay. As for you joining us, it's just for fun. You sleep in groups here right, I mean odd bunk bets always disturb us." Zoya murmured softly and rubbed the back of her neck in a relaxing way, knowing that later her sister would have to rub her shoulders. "Just you know...We wont be attending the party. I'm sure the Americans will not like us to well..."

"Sure you will. It's just a party. Look, if someone is a little dickweed, I'll punch him in the face for you. I'm sure you could handle it yourself, but I'm pretty sure the Navy or Air Force will get a little pissed about a foreign national punching an American on an American base. Alright, ladies. We're at the commissary. Go find some clothes." The Commissary was a block building with just about everything.

"Fine....we will attend this party..But first we must know, is this a formal party? or a rag tag party that pretty much anything will do?" Zoya asked softly watching her sister and her friends enter the commissary. "You see we have to know these things so we can dress properly. Though I do hope it is a formal party, but I have a feeling it will be a more loos ended party." She stated with a small sigh. Her voice had taken on a smooth relaxed tone. Like a silky fabric against the ears, or sounding like fluttershy.

The other three entered the commission and stand near the entrance inside waiting for zoya to enter with further instruction. While they waited Sasha mutters softly. "I hope the Americans understand the consept of never pull a ladies tail. I have a bad reflex of fangs when my tail is pulled..." Her cheeks flushed a bit as the looked down.

Zasz patted Sasha's shoulder gently and nodded. "Da, I understand what you mean. I hope they are smater than your average human too. But who knows, they may ave never seen out types. After all we are a new species. So very new..."

Jamie laughed their concerns off, smiling at them. "It's a relaxed party. Jeans and some kind of shirt will do. There's going to be a enough alcohol to put a Navy destroyer to sleep for a week. That's not exactly formal. There wasn't enough time to plan a formal one, so I said 'Bring enough alcohol for an entire Irish extended family.' Let me tell you, that's enough booze to down a dinosaur. The formal party is in two weeks, which is when the good old US of A plans to have thoroughly fought and helped win this war. But that's for later.Tail or no tail, my previous statement stands: Anyone messes with you, they'll find my fist in their face. Now, find something you want to wear to a party, find some sleeping clothes if you want, and then meet me back here when you're done. I'll pay for it, ladies. I am, after all, paid to kill people and blow things up, which I happen to be good at." His tone of voice made it clear that he was joking about the last part, but something was slightly off with the joke. Was he deadly serious and disguising it with a joke? Or was he just stating something? It was just a joke, at least to Jamie. He WAS paid to blow things up and kill people, but so were a lot of other people.

Zoya let out a small sigh and nodded slowly. "Da, a small drinking party. Okay that works. Well, In that care I know exactly what to wear. As for night clothes, we do not need them. Nor do we ever use them. Clothes restrict the sleeping patterns that naturally occur in your body. So we avoid them." she smiled and flicked her tail then strode inside to meet with her comrades. Where they browsed the entire place for decent clothing, and they all wound up in simplistic clothing. Jean shorts, and multi colored shirts. a red one for Zasz, a blue one for Zoya, a black one for Sasha and an orange for Hydra. All of the shirts ended just under their navels, however they rested tight across their chests. Instead of cutting small holes in the back of the jeans they wore them a bit low, so their tails would hang out naturally. So with that the pants hung just at the base of their spines where their tails begun. they they made their way to the showers where they showered quickly and changed into their new clothes. Upon finishing they made their way outside and waited silently for the return of their guide.

After prepaying for whatever the Russians would purchase, Jamie ran to his room, where he quickly showered and changed into blue jeans and a flannel, button down shirt. He rolled the sleeves but left it unbuttoned, leaving the undershirt visible. His shoes were slip on walking shoes, something good to be standing for a while in. He met the Russians back outside the Commissary, and bowed. "Once more, ladies, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'd be committing a war crime if I thought otherwise, I assure you. I do believe that there's a party in swing in the crew rec room. Shall we attend?"

Zasz stepped forward first and then flicked her ears back as she raised her right hand and placed it over her heart. "Are their any...smaller parties." she asked in a soft tone. "We have a...bit of a publicity issue. We are really shy..when it comes to crowds. Especially of Humans." Zasz lowered her head as Zoya placed her hand on Zasz' shoulder. "Relax sister...we will be fine." She zoya looked at james with a small smile. "But she is right, we do have issues with humans ans crowds."

"Sorry. It's the only party on base. The sheer amount of alcohol will ensure that. And like I said, I'll be sticking with you all, and if anyone offers offense, they'll wake up with ice on their face. I understand, though. I'll probably find us a corner to stand in and drink vodka." Jamie smiled and entered the crew building, where the quarters, rec room, and cafeteria were located. It was a brightly lit building, with posters on the walls and personal effects littering the various rooms. The rec room had been cleaned a bit for the party, but it had soon become trashed with disposable cups, paper plates, and spilled drinks on the floor. Jamie kicked them a path, swearing softly as he did so, trying to find an untaken corner.