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Elena Taylor

Aliases: 'Blue' or 'Blue Thunder'

Sex: Female
DOB: May 8th, 2019.
Model: Republic XF-84H Thunderscreech
Top speed: 660mph

Elena Taylor is an example of an exceptionally rare aircraft, a Thunderscreech; which holds the distinction for being the fastest propeller driven aircraft ever built. She's very laid back, mellow; quite the opposite of what you'd expect from such a fast aircraft. She's naive and easy to take advantage of, but she's fiercely loyal to her family and those she loves. When presented with a task, she'll devote herself 110% to said task. She has a tendency for overdoing things.

Her story is set the late 2030’s and early 2040’s in the dystopian 'The Last Ford' alternate reality, where living machines are selectively bred by humans and perform tasks deemed too dangerous for humans, including racing. It is an unfair and cruel world for living machines, many of which have no choice other than to work and die for human entertainment.

Elena lived a low key, honest existence along with her parents and younger brother. Her father, Patrick, an F-86 Sabre, and her mother, Felica, a Turbine Legend, were couriers based in Lake Wales, Florida. She and her younger brother, Jared, also and F-86, assisted their parents by sorting mail and parcels. They weren’t exactly rich, but they lived comfortably in the hilly open spaces of central Florida and were a happy family. But then, when Elena was 18, disaster struck. Her parents and brother learned they were infected with a dangerous, and exceptionally rare, internal rust disease, and were left grounded and unable to work.

There was a vaccine available. However, just one dose cost $200,000, money the Taylor family simply didn’t have. With no one to turn to, Elena reluctantly considered racing. It was a dangerous, demanding sport and many aspiring aircraft were killed or left maimed. Not to mention some teams actively cheated in order to win. Seeing her parents and brother writhe and spit up oil convinced her to enter unregulated races held in Georgia, where all was fair and the winner took all. Although she won her first race, she then lost seven times in a row thanks to cheating opponents. Having made a fool of herself and out of money, Elena sobbed thinking she would soon lose her family members, who had roughly 11 months to live. The disease would eventually trigger internal hemorrhage. Death would come slowly and excruciatingly.

However, her fortune was about to change. A disguised talent scout embedded in the crowds first noticed Elena after her victory in Valdosta, and was impressed by how well she performed. He noted her unusual model, superior acceleration, and unshakable commitment. Although she lost every subsequent race, she was always a few seconds behind the victor. The scout approached Elena and offered her a contract with the APEX corporation, a global company that built and tested racing components for aircraft. The promise of high pay sealed the deal, and she signed the contract without reading it through. She swore to her ailing parents and brother that she would save them, and accompanied the scout to the APEX world headquarters in Miami.

Once there, she was evaluated. The company’s CEO and other veteran racers were present. Despite being unrefined, sloppy, and over corrective, she did possess potential. With the help of several veteran racers, a P-51, a Corsair, an L-39 Albatross, and a T-38 Talon, Elena’s flying become more refined and precise over the course of three months. APEX’s CEO, Rory Caledon, bet heavily on Elena’s unusual model to impress the masses and outperform other turboprops. Without modifications and armed only with her training, she won her first regulated race by a wide margin. The press immediately noticed Elena thanks to her unusual model and word quickly spread. Starting out in the minor league races held across Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina, she won ten races in a row.

While she was quickly becoming a sensation, Elena could care less about the publicity. She was racing against the clock. With each passing day, her parents and brother deteriorated further. She couldn’t afford to forfeit a race or lose. If she faltered even once, APEX might lose interest. By the time she won her tenth race and graduated to the intermediate league, she faced opponents who actively cheated and tried to force her into the ground. Undeterred by their efforts, she managed to geek out nine wins by outmuscling her opponents. Back home, her parents and brother were in the hospital, on death’s doorstep. Knowing she needed one more win, Elena gave it her all and faced her toughest competition yet in Orlando. Her opponents were relentless, unwilling to give an inch. By what could be construed as a miracle, she won.

Having won enough money to purchase the vaccine necessary to save her parent’s and brother’s lives, she immediately had the vaccine delivered and rested easy for the first time in seven months. Thankfully, her parents and brother started to improve. Elena, weary from the races, fully intended to leave the league for good and return home. About to leave Miami, she was stopped by APEX’s CEO, who informed her that her parents and brother had died, and the vaccine had only delayed their deaths by a short time. Elena didn’t believe it, she wanted proof. Rory then explained the fine print in her contract. She’d signed a 25 year agreement with APEX, which made her property of the company. Realizing the enormity of her mistake, Elena was forced back into the APEX headquarters and locked inside the penthouse, occupying the 108th, 109th, and 110th floors.

Left alone, Elena didn’t believe her parents and brother were dead. How could they be? They were improving. Unable to get a phone call through to her home, it had to be true. Collapsing in tears and sobs, Elena wept for almost a month. She’d failed. Now she had no one to love, no one to live for. Embracing her contract and promising to race until the contract expired or she died, Elena was overhauled to compete in the championship races. Receiving a new turbine engine, gearbox, specially designed propellers, and a state of the art fly by wire system, she was faster, lighter, and more agile than ever before. A new name and uncluttered livery acted as the finishing touches. No longer was she Elena Taylor. Now she was ‘Blue,’ property of the APEX corporation, racing champion, and testbed for new technologies.

For the next two years, Blue competed in races across the world. Time and time again, she proved her worth. Attracting millions of fans the world over, she was flown to and from competitions inside a modified Boeing 777, to be in top shape when she arrived. She made APEX rich and powerful, a name to respect. Dominating the races for her class, Blue was both feared and respected. However, she grew cold, indifferent toward the races. What good was the money, if it couldn’t bring her family back? As nice as it was to see her name up in lights and live a lavish lifestyle, it didn’t change the fact her life was a prison and she was paraded like an animal. After each season, she was cooped up inside the APEX building and stuck looking down upon the world from 108 floors up. Although she had millions of dollars to her name, she was miserable and lonely.

Rory, along with the other top members of APEX, took notice of her dissatisfaction and growing contempt. Yes, Blue had proven to be a champion. The press loved her. The fans loved her. They loved her. Specifically, they loved the money she for made them. They eventually wondered ‘what if we had another Thunderscreech? Another champion?’ Although they searched high and low, no other XF-84H’s could be found. Then, Rory had an epiphany. Blue was entering womanhood. She was capable of childbearing. Why search for a Thunderscreech when the one they had could produce an entire litter? Rory and his constituents settled on introducing a male to Blue, in hopes of them falling together and willingly producing more Thunderscreeches. Because Blue’s model was a variant of the F-84 Thunderjet, a 22 year old male F-84 by the name of Blaise, who was under a lifetime APEX contract, was selected to sire Blue’s children.

Blue, going crazy from being alone in the penthouse, quickly took a liking to Blaise, and he to her. Rory and his constituents bided their time and let the pair fall together. To their relief, it didn’t take long for Blue and Blaise to become infatuated. Blaise felt guilty about their relationship being arranged. As much as he admired Blue, he didn’t want to force himself upon her. Sensing his guilt, she understood. Within a year, they confessed their love of one another. Not much later, passions flared. Rory and the other top APEX individuals closely monitored Blue for any changes in behavior. Sure enough, her pregnancy test returned positive. Blue was beside herself at the thought of being a mother. She’d never felt so happy. Blaise was also ecstatic, but knew of Rory’s plan. He knew his child was property of APEX and would suffer the same fate as him. A lifetime of servitude.

On a windy evening at just 22 years old, Blue gave birth to a healthy male F-84 Thunderstreak. Beside her the whole time, Blaise was overjoyed to be a father. At the same time, he was terrified. His son wasn’t a Thunderscreech. He didn’t produce what he was ordered to and knew Rory and his constituents would be furious. He was right. Rory’s gamble had failed to pay off. Not only had they sat out an entire racing season and lost millions in revenue, they now had a newborn plane that had no useful purpose, apart from garnering some brief positive press. Blaise, knowing he’d probably be killed for talking, divulged to Blue how Rory forced him into a lifetime contract. He also told her of Rory’s plan, that he’d been selected and she was supposed to produce a litter of Thunderscreeches. Blue had long since suspected that Rory would try to use her in such a way. Nevertheless, she didn’t regret that they were brought together. She now had a family.

As Blaise feared, Rory found out he talked. While Blue and their son, who they named Damian, were making a public appearance in Fort Lauderdale, a gas explosion tore through the penthouse, gutting the entire 108th floor. Blaise, injured in the explosion, was trapped and died in the ensuing fire. At seven months old, Damian was without a father, and Blue without her mate. Both mother and son were devastated. From the beginning she suspected Rory had him killed because he talked. Sifting through the bedroom she shared with Blaise, where he was found dead, she discovered a note inside a fireproof box, with her name on it. She learned her parents and brother were alive and well in Nebraska, away from the company’s prying eyes. Blaise wrote that he’d contacted them numerous times, wired funds to their accounts, and devised a plan to escape from APEX.

Blaise knew he was probably going to his death, and reiterated how much he loved Blue and wished he could’ve escaped with her and their son. The letter ended with an address in the tiny town of North Platte, where Blue’s parents lived. Catching her with the note, Rory snatched it away, but not before Blue memorized and destroyed the page detailing where her family lived. Rebuilding the penthouse and imprisoning her and Damian inside, he forbade Blue from leaving the building when the racing season ended. When Damian went to school, an APEX guard followed him at all times. If she refused to race or objected in any way, Damian would be killed in front of her, and Rory threatened to do it himself. For the next 10 years, Blue raced for APEX, scoring hundreds of victories and earning the company billions of dollars. Secretly, she was biding her time, waiting for her son to grow older.

By the time Damian was 10, he was a strong, able flier. While out for a leisure flight between races, Blue sensed the time had come. She told her son the truth about what happened to his father, and how she was roped into racing. Damian was understandably shocked, but he understood. Blue instructed him to make a break for it during lunch at school, when his APEX guards rotated. She would escape the APEX building and join him later. If she never arrived at North Platte, she instructed him to forget her and not go looking. Reluctantly, he agreed. Knowing the truth, he didn’t want to live like a prisoner as she had, and be treated like a flying dollar bill. Putting their plan into action when the racing season ended, Damian filled his fuel tanks for the journey and sidestepped his guards, escaping into the air.

At the same time, Blue smashed the windows on the 110th floor and shoved every piece of furniture out of the way, to prevent anything from hindering her. Rory, knowing Damian had escaped, confronted Blue with a dozen armed guards and with an M16 in his hands. Scoffing that she couldn’t leave and he owned her, he admitted he had Blaise killed and her family members were alive, although he didn’t know where they resided. As a final insult, he told her how much he enjoyed listening to Blaise’s dying screams, how as he died, he whimpered her name. Starting her engine and accelerating to full throttle, Blue had heard enough. Lunging toward him, her propeller a blur, Rory leapt out of the way. He watched in shock as his moneymaker and most prized possession dove out the window. Plummeting along the face of the building from 110 floors up, she pulled up with less than 30 feet to spare.

All Rory could do was watch as she faded off into the distance, knowing his empire was about to come crashing down. Without its champion racer, APEX was effectively finished. Arriving in North Platte, Nebraska after a long and tedious flight, Damian had already beat her there. For the first time in over 14 years, Blue saw her parents and younger brother. Alive and well, just as Blaise wrote. Also thanks to Blaise, they no longer had to worry about money. Removing her livery, she was no longer Blue. She was ‘Elena’ again. Now 33, Elena was free. She escaped and eluded APEX, which crumbled and went bankrupt in her absence. Rory Caledon, his fortune gone and name ruined, took the elevator up to the 110th floor and in a fit of rage, smashed the glass and dove out the same window she did, with less majestic results.

Elena returned to living a simple life in the quiet rural town, far away from the crowds and glamour of racing. Finding a job at the railyard which put North Platte on the map, her only regret was Blaise being unable see Damian grow. With her son, parents, and younger brother by her side, she found peace.

Description
Elena Taylor

Aliases: 'Blue' or 'Blue Thunder'

Sex: Female
DOB: May 8th, 2019.
Model: Republic XF-84H Thunderscreech
Top speed: 660mph

Elena Taylor is an example of an exceptionally rare aircraft, a Thunderscreech; which holds the distinction for being the fastest propeller driven aircraft ever built. She's very laid back, mellow; quite the opposite of what you'd expect from such a fast aircraft. She's naive and easy to take advantage of, but she's fiercely loyal to her family and those she loves. When presented with a task, she'll devote herself 110% to said task. She has a tendency for overdoing things.

Her story is set the late 2030’s and early 2040’s in the dystopian 'The Last Ford' alternate reality, where living machines are selectively bred by humans and perform tasks deemed too dangerous for humans, including racing. It is an unfair and cruel world for living machines, many of which have no choice other than to work and die for human entertainment.

Elena lived a low key, honest existence along with her parents and younger brother. Her father, Patrick, an F-86 Sabre, and her mother, Felica, a Turbine Legend, were couriers based in Lake Wales, Florida. She and her younger brother, Jared, also and F-86, assisted their parents by sorting mail and parcels. They weren’t exactly rich, but they lived comfortably in the hilly open spaces of central Florida and were a happy family. But then, when Elena was 18, disaster struck. Her parents and brother learned they were infected with a dangerous, and exceptionally rare, internal rust disease, and were left grounded and unable to work.

There was a vaccine available. However, just one dose cost $200,000, money the Taylor family simply didn’t have. With no one to turn to, Elena reluctantly considered racing. It was a dangerous, demanding sport and many aspiring aircraft were killed or left maimed. Not to mention some teams actively cheated in order to win. Seeing her parents and brother writhe and spit up oil convinced her to enter unregulated races held in Georgia, where all was fair and the winner took all. Although she won her first race, she then lost seven times in a row thanks to cheating opponents. Having made a fool of herself and out of money, Elena sobbed thinking she would soon lose her family members, who had roughly 11 months to live. The disease would eventually trigger internal hemorrhage. Death would come slowly and excruciatingly.

However, her fortune was about to change. A disguised talent scout embedded in the crowds first noticed Elena after her victory in Valdosta, and was impressed by how well she performed. He noted her unusual model, superior acceleration, and unshakable commitment. Although she lost every subsequent race, she was always a few seconds behind the victor. The scout approached Elena and offered her a contract with the APEX corporation, a global company that built and tested racing components for aircraft. The promise of high pay sealed the deal, and she signed the contract without reading it through. She swore to her ailing parents and brother that she would save them, and accompanied the scout to the APEX world headquarters in Miami.

Once there, she was evaluated. The company’s CEO and other veteran racers were present. Despite being unrefined, sloppy, and over corrective, she did possess potential. With the help of several veteran racers, a P-51, a Corsair, an L-39 Albatross, and a T-38 Talon, Elena’s flying become more refined and precise over the course of three months. APEX’s CEO, Rory Caledon, bet heavily on Elena’s unusual model to impress the masses and outperform other turboprops. Without modifications and armed only with her training, she won her first regulated race by a wide margin. The press immediately noticed Elena thanks to her unusual model and word quickly spread. Starting out in the minor league races held across Florida, Georgia, and South Carolina, she won ten races in a row.

While she was quickly becoming a sensation, Elena could care less about the publicity. She was racing against the clock. With each passing day, her parents and brother deteriorated further. She couldn’t afford to forfeit a race or lose. If she faltered even once, APEX might lose interest. By the time she won her tenth race and graduated to the intermediate league, she faced opponents who actively cheated and tried to force her into the ground. Undeterred by their efforts, she managed to geek out nine wins by outmuscling her opponents. Back home, her parents and brother were in the hospital, on death’s doorstep. Knowing she needed one more win, Elena gave it her all and faced her toughest competition yet in Orlando. Her opponents were relentless, unwilling to give an inch. By what could be construed as a miracle, she won.

Having won enough money to purchase the vaccine necessary to save her parent’s and brother’s lives, she immediately had the vaccine delivered and rested easy for the first time in seven months. Thankfully, her parents and brother started to improve. Elena, weary from the races, fully intended to leave the league for good and return home. About to leave Miami, she was stopped by APEX’s CEO, who informed her that her parents and brother had died, and the vaccine had only delayed their deaths by a short time. Elena didn’t believe it, she wanted proof. Rory then explained the fine print in her contract. She’d signed a 25 year agreement with APEX, which made her property of the company. Realizing the enormity of her mistake, Elena was forced back into the APEX headquarters and locked inside the penthouse, occupying the 108th, 109th, and 110th floors.

Left alone, Elena didn’t believe her parents and brother were dead. How could they be? They were improving. Unable to get a phone call through to her home, it had to be true. Collapsing in tears and sobs, Elena wept for almost a month. She’d failed. Now she had no one to love, no one to live for. Embracing her contract and promising to race until the contract expired or she died, Elena was overhauled to compete in the championship races. Receiving a new turbine engine, gearbox, specially designed propellers, and a state of the art fly by wire system, she was faster, lighter, and more agile than ever before. A new name and uncluttered livery acted as the finishing touches. No longer was she Elena Taylor. Now she was ‘Blue,’ property of the APEX corporation, racing champion, and testbed for new technologies.

For the next two years, Blue competed in races across the world. Time and time again, she proved her worth. Attracting millions of fans the world over, she was flown to and from competitions inside a modified Boeing 777, to be in top shape when she arrived. She made APEX rich and powerful, a name to respect. Dominating the races for her class, Blue was both feared and respected. However, she grew cold, indifferent toward the races. What good was the money, if it couldn’t bring her family back? As nice as it was to see her name up in lights and live a lavish lifestyle, it didn’t change the fact her life was a prison and she was paraded like an animal. After each season, she was cooped up inside the APEX building and stuck looking down upon the world from 108 floors up. Although she had millions of dollars to her name, she was miserable and lonely.

Rory, along with the other top members of APEX, took notice of her dissatisfaction and growing contempt. Yes, Blue had proven to be a champion. The press loved her. The fans loved her. They loved her. Specifically, they loved the money she for made them. They eventually wondered ‘what if we had another Thunderscreech? Another champion?’ Although they searched high and low, no other XF-84H’s could be found. Then, Rory had an epiphany. Blue was entering womanhood. She was capable of childbearing. Why search for a Thunderscreech when the one they had could produce an entire litter? Rory and his constituents settled on introducing a male to Blue, in hopes of them falling together and willingly producing more Thunderscreeches. Because Blue’s model was a variant of the F-84 Thunderjet, a 22 year old male F-84 by the name of Blaise, who was under a lifetime APEX contract, was selected to sire Blue’s children.

Blue, going crazy from being alone in the penthouse, quickly took a liking to Blaise, and he to her. Rory and his constituents bided their time and let the pair fall together. To their relief, it didn’t take long for Blue and Blaise to become infatuated. Blaise felt guilty about their relationship being arranged. As much as he admired Blue, he didn’t want to force himself upon her. Sensing his guilt, she understood. Within a year, they confessed their love of one another. Not much later, passions flared. Rory and the other top APEX individuals closely monitored Blue for any changes in behavior. Sure enough, her pregnancy test returned positive. Blue was beside herself at the thought of being a mother. She’d never felt so happy. Blaise was also ecstatic, but knew of Rory’s plan. He knew his child was property of APEX and would suffer the same fate as him. A lifetime of servitude.

On a windy evening at just 22 years old, Blue gave birth to a healthy male F-84 Thunderstreak. Beside her the whole time, Blaise was overjoyed to be a father. At the same time, he was terrified. His son wasn’t a Thunderscreech. He didn’t produce what he was ordered to and knew Rory and his constituents would be furious. He was right. Rory’s gamble had failed to pay off. Not only had they sat out an entire racing season and lost millions in revenue, they now had a newborn plane that had no useful purpose, apart from garnering some brief positive press. Blaise, knowing he’d probably be killed for talking, divulged to Blue how Rory forced him into a lifetime contract. He also told her of Rory’s plan, that he’d been selected and she was supposed to produce a litter of Thunderscreeches. Blue had long since suspected that Rory would try to use her in such a way. Nevertheless, she didn’t regret that they were brought together. She now had a family.

As Blaise feared, Rory found out he talked. While Blue and their son, who they named Damian, were making a public appearance in Fort Lauderdale, a gas explosion tore through the penthouse, gutting the entire 108th floor. Blaise, injured in the explosion, was trapped and died in the ensuing fire. At seven months old, Damian was without a father, and Blue without her mate. Both mother and son were devastated. From the beginning she suspected Rory had him killed because he talked. Sifting through the bedroom she shared with Blaise, where he was found dead, she discovered a note inside a fireproof box, with her name on it. She learned her parents and brother were alive and well in Nebraska, away from the company’s prying eyes. Blaise wrote that he’d contacted them numerous times, wired funds to their accounts, and devised a plan to escape from APEX.

Blaise knew he was probably going to his death, and reiterated how much he loved Blue and wished he could’ve escaped with her and their son. The letter ended with an address in the tiny town of North Platte, where Blue’s parents lived. Catching her with the note, Rory snatched it away, but not before Blue memorized and destroyed the page detailing where her family lived. Rebuilding the penthouse and imprisoning her and Damian inside, he forbade Blue from leaving the building when the racing season ended. When Damian went to school, an APEX guard followed him at all times. If she refused to race or objected in any way, Damian would be killed in front of her, and Rory threatened to do it himself. For the next 10 years, Blue raced for APEX, scoring hundreds of victories and earning the company billions of dollars. Secretly, she was biding her time, waiting for her son to grow older.

By the time Damian was 10, he was a strong, able flier. While out for a leisure flight between races, Blue sensed the time had come. She told her son the truth about what happened to his father, and how she was roped into racing. Damian was understandably shocked, but he understood. Blue instructed him to make a break for it during lunch at school, when his APEX guards rotated. She would escape the APEX building and join him later. If she never arrived at North Platte, she instructed him to forget her and not go looking. Reluctantly, he agreed. Knowing the truth, he didn’t want to live like a prisoner as she had, and be treated like a flying dollar bill. Putting their plan into action when the racing season ended, Damian filled his fuel tanks for the journey and sidestepped his guards, escaping into the air.

At the same time, Blue smashed the windows on the 110th floor and shoved every piece of furniture out of the way, to prevent anything from hindering her. Rory, knowing Damian had escaped, confronted Blue with a dozen armed guards and with an M16 in his hands. Scoffing that she couldn’t leave and he owned her, he admitted he had Blaise killed and her family members were alive, although he didn’t know where they resided. As a final insult, he told her how much he enjoyed listening to Blaise’s dying screams, how as he died, he whimpered her name. Starting her engine and accelerating to full throttle, Blue had heard enough. Lunging toward him, her propeller a blur, Rory leapt out of the way. He watched in shock as his moneymaker and most prized possession dove out the window. Plummeting along the face of the building from 110 floors up, she pulled up with less than 30 feet to spare.

All Rory could do was watch as she faded off into the distance, knowing his empire was about to come crashing down. Without its champion racer, APEX was effectively finished. Arriving in North Platte, Nebraska after a long and tedious flight, Damian had already beat her there. For the first time in over 14 years, Blue saw her parents and younger brother. Alive and well, just as Blaise wrote. Also thanks to Blaise, they no longer had to worry about money. Removing her livery, she was no longer Blue. She was ‘Elena’ again. Now 33, Elena was free. She escaped and eluded APEX, which crumbled and went bankrupt in her absence. Rory Caledon, his fortune gone and name ruined, took the elevator up to the 110th floor and in a fit of rage, smashed the glass and dove out the same window she did, with less majestic results.

Elena returned to living a simple life in the quiet rural town, far away from the crowds and glamour of racing. Finding a job at the railyard which put North Platte on the map, her only regret was Blaise being unable see Damian grow. With her son, parents, and younger brother by her side, she found peace.