Flying Chained
By Ms. Kinnikufan
Disclaimer: I don't own none.
Turbinski flew at a high altitude. You would guess someone flying so high would be free, da?
No. He wasn't free. When he flew, flew at heights where he almost had no oxygen, he almost had the illusion of freedom.
But he wasn't free. He hadn't been free since he was probably a young infant. He wasn't even sure of that. He could fly a million miles away from where he was and he would still be trapped. The radar bug installed inside of him when he was 15 made sure of that.
All he could he remember was the lab in where he was made into what he was now. The lab was backed by government funding, built to create new weapons for the Russian military. Having government backup greatly helped the lab's slightly illegal activities.
One such activity was Turbinski himself. Apparently the lab had brought him from an unscrupulous orphanage to build into a powerful weapon. That's what they told him anyway. They replaced a lot of his biological part with mechanical parts. They gave him harsh, day in and day out training to be the ultimate airplane chojin. He was the only airplane chojin there. Apparently the governments was only willing to fund one.
His only companion, a young aquatic chojin named Hydrozoa, was sold to a private company. Turbinski later learned that the company later went bust and Hydrozoa (and a robot named Road Rage) were sold to the Muscle League at a cheap, cheap, price.
He was also bombarded with constant propaganda concerning the military among other things. He was to be the happy, shiny reassurance that, yes, the Russian government only wanted the best for it's people.
They were lies. Turbinski wasn't that stupid. The government didn't care about anything but keeping the status quo.
Some days, Turbinski couldn't live with that. On those days he flew so high that he couldn't breathe and fall to the Earth. But he was always caught. The government didn't want it's toy to break.
At 15, Turbinski made his most successful attempt at running (flying) away.
He had made it as far as South America. He crushed landed on a Brazil Chojin training camp. He made a friend there. His name was Ricardo. He was picked on by the other students because he was abandoned as opposed to orphaned.
Of course, it wasn't meant to last. That damn Pa-Shango contacted proper authorities and Turbinski was dragged back to Russia. They threaten to kill Ricardo if Turbinski tried to maintained contact with him.
"But he fellow chojin! Keeping in contact with him could make us both better chojin!" Turbinski protested.
"Pa-Shango told us he was a bad seed who was just waiting to sprout. No, we believe that you should have no further contact with him. End of discussion."
That was eight years ago...or was it seven? All the years had seemed the same.
For the first time in eight or seven years, he had hope.
The hope was called the Chojin Crown. They said if he could take victory there, the government promised to give them more funding to make more chojin like Turbinski.
Because they could make more, they promised to let Turbinski be free.
If he won that is.
Turbinski was determined to win at any cost. He wanted to fly freely for once, not fly chained.