Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled

Chapter 108: Unveiling of the HellVortex


Michael DuPont, and Elena Park, stood apprehensively outside the hangar of Sirius Software's new Aerospace and Weapons division.

The airfield was an old WW2 base, that had been abandoned on the outskirts of the city.

Aaron had bought the airfield, and set up his underground facilities for missile, aircraft, and weapons development.

"I'm really starting to have second thoughts about this," said Elena nervously.

"Don't worry, it's just a police helicopter," replied Michael.

"Yeah just like the Stormkreuzer is just a patrol car," said Elena, rolling her eyes.

"Haha, touché," replied Michael, smiling.

The hangar doors opened, and the lights inside came on.

"Come on in," said Aaron, walking out to greet them.

Michael and Elena walked into the hangar, and saw a sleek black helicopter inside.

The helicopter was massive, and composed entirely of flat panels in a matte black finish that seemed to suck the light out of the hangar.

The cockpit was also made from flat black glass-like panels, making it impossible to see inside.

The engine cowls on the top of the helicopter, nestled on either side of the main rotor shaft were huge yawning rectangular intakes, with jet-engine style afterburner nozzles protruding from the rear.

Its swept-back stub wings were mounted high on the fuselage, and had three hard points on each wing, while a pair of cannon pods and rocket pods bulged out from the wing roots and fuselage.

The tail rotor was a ducted fan, with a large vertical stabilizer and twin horizontal stabilizers, while the main rotor had five huge black blades.

It sat on a tricycle landing gear that had fat black tires, and looked like a crouched predator ready to pounce.

A menacing rotary cannon protruded out its nose, and its sliding doors were open to reveal machine guns mounted on either side.

Michael pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed.

"I've seen fewer guns on a fucking Apache. Aaron! This is supposed to be a police helicopter! Why the hell did you make a gunship!" he yelled.

"Insurance in case we have another civil war like last time," replied Aaron calmly.

"Jesus Christ," muttered Michael, shaking his head.

"Anyway, this is the HellVortex," said Aaron, walking up to the helicopter.

"At least tell me it can do rescue missions," said Elena.

"It can carry 2000 kg of cargo and up to 8 people, so it can do search and rescue," replied Aaron.

"Good," said Elena, relaxing a little.

Natasha and Olga, wearing black leather flight suits, drove forward in a small truck, and hooked up a tow cable to the front of the helicopter.

"We're ready, Master Zakhrov," said Natasha.

"Alright, let's get this thing outside," said Aaron.

The truck slowly towed the helicopter out of the hangar, and into the open air.

The helicopter's matte black finish seemed to absorb the light, making it look like a void against the bright sky.

"All right Natasha, let's do the test flight," said Aaron, he pressed a button on a fob, and the cockpit opened with a hiss.

Natasha unhooked the tow cable, and she climbed into the pilot seat while Olga climbed into the gunner seat.

Aaron handed Natasha the fob and stepped back, as the cockpit canopy closed down with a hiss.

The helicopter's engines started up with a low rumble, followed by a smooth and steady whooshing sound as the main rotor blades began to spin up.

They were joined by a high-pitched whine from the tail rotor ducted fan, and the helicopter lifted off the ground, its landing gear retracting smoothly into its body.

"All right Natasha, stay within the four square kilometer test area, I'd rather not have an F-35 come after us," said Aaron into the radio.

"Roger that," replied Natasha.

The helicopter surged forward and swung around far too quickly and easily for its size.

Michael and Elena watched mesmerized as the helicopter flew around the testing area at a low altitude, its engine sound unlike anything they had heard from a helicopter before - a dull roar mixed with the whoosh of the main rotor blades and the whine from the ducted side rotor fan.

"All right. Olga, weapons test," said Aaron.

"Roger that," replied Olga.

The HellVortex banked and swung around.

Test targets around the test area were ripped to shreds with devastating accuracy by the helicopter's guns and rockets.

"Mission success, returning to base," said Natasha.

The HellVortex returned to the airfield tarmac, and landed smoothly.

Its engines powered down with a series of hisses and whines.

Aaron walked up to the cockpit as it opened.

Olga's hands were trembling slightly as she unbuckled her harness.

"Master Zakhrov, this thing... awakens something inside me," she said, her face flushed with excitement.

"Not you too," said Natasha.

"Hey! Let's see you try to not get excited from unleashing that kind of firepower from a helicopter!" shot back Olga.

"Time out! Time out!" yelled Michael, holding up his hands.

"Aaron Zakhrov. Kindly explain to me why the SZPD would need something that can turn an armored personnel carrier into Swiss cheese from the sky?" he demanded.

"Hmm, I suppose we could just not load up on ammo," replied Aaron with a shrug.

"That's not the point!" yelled Michael.

"Michael, your yelling is getting tedious. Calm down and think for a second. We've got high profile and high vale targets in the Sirius Zone now. And our moves are making those idiots who buy Senator Goldberg's rhetoric more aggressive. We've already had incidents of protestors using molotov cocktails and small arms against SZPD patrols and even on innocent businesses. There is only one language these people understand, and that's what the HellVortex speaks," said Aaron, his voice cold and softly menacing.

Michael swallowed hard, and nodded.

"All right, but give it a different paint job at least? This thing looks more like a black-ops CIA helicopter right now," he said.

"Of course, it will come in SZPD livery," replied Aaron with a small smile.

"Michael, Michael, Michael. You were play-acting were you not?" chuckled Elena.

Michael blushed slightly, and looked away.

"Yes, I was, but somebody had to be the damn voice of reason here," he grumbled.

"Well, you did a good job of it," said Elena with a smile.

"Thanks," replied Michael, smiling back.

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