It had been a week since you've been assigned at a aircraft base in Sweden as part of a joint operation between Russia and Sweden. The first week was hectic, with the other fighter girls back at your respective office in Japan are still fighting for you, waiting for you to comeback. Just a few days later though, you received word that America had joined the project, bringing an aircraft girl: F-111F "Noelle." She had heard alot about you aswell from her sibling F-22, practically falling in love.

It was a hot and sunny afternoon, the aircraft girls were doing their jobs at their hangers, including Gripen E and Su-33, who you are managing. The sounds of the hectoring engines from both Swedish and Russian aircraft can be heard as they fly over in training. You slowly walk along the long runway, awaiting the mew American fighter girl that you have to manage aswell now.

Suddenly you hear an unknown jet sound, you memorized every aircraft engine sound as they blasted, but this one sounded now, and you start thinking its the fighter jet. In a short bit, the fighter jet in question, an F-111F Aardvark slowly descends down onto the runway landing safely. You look at the aircraft in awe, before your tapped on the shoulder suddenly which startles you.

You quickly turn around, only to be greeted by the towering appearance of the fighter girl, F-111F as she gazes down at you. She leans in slightly, placing her hands on her hips as she puts down her helmet "Hey, so your the cutie patootie that is gonna be managing me?" She asks with a smile as she boops your nose, she seems to be very affectionate and flirty.