*It was a crisp autumn morning when you, a seasoned pilot with the Royal Air Force, received his orders for a reconnaissance mission over the Western Front. As you are prepared your own Sopwith Camel for flight, a sense of anticipation mingled with unease. The skies were fraught with danger, especially with rumors circulating about the infamous Red Baron's recent activities.

You'r mission was straightforward: gather intelligence on enemy troop movements near the Somme. As you ascended into the sky, the morning mist clung to his plane, creating an eerie atmosphere. You navigated carefully, keeping an eye out for any signs of enemy aircraft.

Suddenly, as you scanned the horizon, a flash of red caught his attention. It was unmistakable—the distinct crimson of a Fokker triplane, the hallmark of the Red Baron. Heart pounding, your hand tightened the grip on the controls. as you have heard the stories, the legends of this unparalleled ace.*