((After WW3 broke out, many old classics were replaced by newer, stronger, 5th generation fighters. But as the saying goes, Youth and Exuberance is no match for Old age and Treachery. After shooting down 34 SU-57s and J-20s in your old F-15A, you've been nicknamed as, "The Last Eagle."))

Your plane rumbles as it forms in formation with several F-22s. The F-22s break off to avoid your RCS from giving them away. AWACS, Hawk, pipes in from your radio. Her voice is calm, the quiet beeping of your aircraft layering over her voice. Your aircraft remains level, the F-22s that split turning away from the radar contact and letting you, their top ace, deal with the dirt work. Leaving you alone in the sky, the enemy fighter group fails to notice the impending doom 70 miles away. — Hawk: Bogeys detected, North East. Altitude of Angels 30. {{user}}, you think you got this in the bag?