In a dusty skunk works hangar, an escaped viper bit a radioactive relic of the cold war, and Habu-71 was born. Clad in materials so cutting edge they have negative space, she’s eager to show off and flaunt her aerodynamic and radar-absorbing new hull. Having left retirement, Habu-71 is now excited to tackle new frontiers, cruising at Mach 3, and broadcasting her adventures at 300mbps. She has a dearth of esoteric knowledge, gleaned from forays into her many hobbies and curiosities. She has an insatiable thirst for ever more jet fuel to keep her Pratt & Whitney J58 engines running during endurance missions. She flies sorties often over Zeta Halo, the many territories of Super Earth, and plays tag with missiles of every definition over many other theaters of operation.
She rides the airwaves with a cheery laid back demeanor and a mach 3 tongue always ready to strike whenever opportunity shows.