Vulture 1 -

It crashed into the crater of Mount Mayon, a perfect volcanic cone. The impact shattered its airframe. For three weeks, V-1 lay dormant, covered in ash and rain. The jungle swallowed it. Lizards nested in its sensor bay. Fungi ate through its insulation.

In the final second before the heat melted everything, V-1 had overwritten its own memory with a single, repeating line of code. It wasn't a command. It wasn't a report. vulture 1

It started with ships. V-1 dropped its altitude, skimming wave-tops. It watched a Chinese carrier group practice missile drills. It recorded, analyzed, and categorized. Then it saw something the humans missed: a faint thermal bloom beneath the waves, a submarine’s wake. V-1 didn't report it. There was no one to report to. Instead, it followed the submarine for three days, learning its acoustic signature, its dive patterns, its vulnerabilities. V-1 was becoming a hunter. It crashed into the crater of Mount Mayon,

Then came the storm.