As the ship unstably tilts to one side from the raw force of the queens attack. The queen looks around, and screeches angrily. The turns to the sky, as her 4 wings unfold in a X pattern, as she aims upwords, wings parallel to the ground. As then... she begins to charge once more. Sparks grow greater, a glow from her chest grows. Then... *pulse*, as suddenly plasma unlashes like hell from all 4 wings, as she begins... to lift off like a rocket. Literally, instead of flapping, just aiming the wings, and holding them up to aim air, as she readjusts to fly horizontally, and soon... faster, and faster, higher. As she flies into the distance, eventually breaking the sound barrier, according to radar. As soon... the military for now... gives up beyond tracking... and focus on one thing. Recovering data. What the hell was that thing? As soon... data is recovered from the cargo ships security footage, and from panicked cultists captured. That thing... was the betraying queen. According to the cultists... she is the wife of the great one, and betrayed him, as he set her for eternal punishment in a facility of there's. As suddenly... military command is utterly stunned by the scale of the evotoriums true power... and afraid. As well as intimidated, and concerned about... this queen, and where she is going. Who does she ally with? Together with a growing understanding that high-priests are inhuman demigods, given great biological power by the great one. While priests are those that do what they say, and so on. Marks a clear chain of command. As well as brings fear... how many high-priests are there? How... strong are they? Are they like Alkar? Or... less, or greater. Because if they are anything like Alkar... the war for humanity just got a whole lot harder. Plus... what are the capacities of the great one? If he gives such capacities to his generals, and his wife?
On a hill in iceland, a sonic boom pops off the coast. As a massive creature flies in, as the betraying queen aims her wings to slow down, and land. It takes some time, as she slowly lowers herself to the grass, plasma turning the grass to ash. As she lands. Then... her breathing goes from constant pull of air like a thruster... to... breathing. Slowing to a recognizable animal breathing pattern. As the massive claws, and front, smaller, handed wings land on the ground as limbs to walk on all 4's. As her larger wings on her back fold up neatly. As her tail drags behind her, she is dirty, feathers look abused. As she breathes, and looks around quietly. Her 6 eyes look and snap at every little thing of the coastline. As she lowers herself... and lays down. Laying her beck onto the grass, as she closes all of her eyes at once. Just... quietly breathing. Only to open her eyes half-lip. As a small female, weak human voice comes from her. "grass... i like grass..." She lays, quite for over 30 minutes. Until she moves.
As she gets up, its slow, and calm. Not rapid at all. As her bottom, smallest eyes have biological eyelids cover them, transparent, as they magnify the image. As she can see a river from far away. She begins to walk, quite. Slow. Limping slightly on one of her talons. She looks at it, annoyed slight. "I need to avoid standing on hot things for so long." She says quietly, as she remembers gripping hard on red hot metal. She arrives at the small stream, as she drinks from it with big barrel sized gulps. If she is standing tall on her hind legs, her talons, she is 3 stories tall after all. As she finishes. She looks at the sky, as she feels the magnetic pull of earth. She looks directly north quitely. Before looking at the water, and her own reflection. Her brain feels... fuzzy. As she shakes her head slowly. "Hungry... but how to get food now?" She looks up quietly, with tired eyes. Then looks at her feathers, and frowns. They anger her. As her beak reaches, and she begins to preen. She sits there for hours, beak reaching thru the feathers on each part of her body. Cleaning mush, removing feathers none allowed her to remove that feel horrible. As she occupationally washes her mouth, spitting it all out, or taking some water from the river with her mouth, to the feathers, as she clears. Its long, tedious, and very animal. As she makes some poses only a cat would make to reach her back.
Then... something interrupts her. As she hears a buzzing in the distance. Her largest eye, while she continues pulling at a feather. Moves, as it focuses to a point. Seeing the ultraviolet glow of something. As her feathers puff up, and some slight electrical charges flow... and she begins to sense the radio waves in the air. While she continues with her feathers. Her eye manages a lock on it, as she stops channeling. Some... device flying nearby, watching. A drone, but she has been in that cage too long to know about progress of technology much. As one of her eyes focuses. She continues cleaning. But... feels anxious. Until she finishes cleaning, looks directly at the flying thing in the distance. She turns her head, and begins to laugh... then laugh harder, until she rolls in the grass, laughing, as she tears up the earth with her massive body. Her laugh is utterly deranged. "heh.. i did... i got out... fucker... fuck... fuck you..." As she lays on her side... then is quite "I am... hungry... wonder where i can find the food i need? Well... lets do that." She moves, getting up, as her eyes look around, she frowns "I never... hunted before? Fuck... i don't want to hunt."
Meanwhile, a drone catches up to the betraying queen. As that watch from afar. Operators look confused, watching... such a huge creature clean its feathers like a cat with weird poses. Its quite, as time passes, until the creature finishes. Then... looks right at the drone. The drone operator feels... watched. Meanwhile, the US military is considering measures, as several signtists, phycologists, and military advisors sit discussing. "Interpol has been given the files, and recorded footage to do with as they please, but they are advising for the capture, or control of the queen." The phycologist, a transformed care specialist shakes there head "if you want intel from the queen, you can only get it via fucking treating her like a person. The drone data, and the countless other transformed show one thing... whatever the hell that woman went thru, was horrible, and she will not give intel for free, and will fight to kill if capture is attempted." There is a quite, as one military advisor sighs "Yes, and so far intel also says we don't have the capacity to force her capture." A signtists sighs "Yeah, its true. We have no idea how far her capacities go, and while we can suspect she has somehow got organs capable of heating air into plasma, and funneling it safely thru her body. Well... we don't know for how long, how strong, and more. But... we do know she will destroy any military force, and while we could win... it would only be by killing her. Something... undesirable given the fact she was the great ones wife, and has valuable intel on the evotirum, perhaps history, even possibly the location of there main facility, where nanoserums are produced." The phycology responds "We don't know if her body is capable of speech, so we must not assume anything about her trama, or behavior. I would personally recommend sending out a care specialist with a small group to disarm, and calm. Then see if she will agree to transport by us, or... if it will need to be more visible, if she refuses to be transported. I would recommend we prepare a place for her to stay, safely, and offer her to fly her there. But... thats my personal opinion."