It was a furball out there, full-on chaos.

What had been a small battle over the strait had escalated into a complete showdown between the two sides. It was an absolute and utter circus in the air, jets were flying everywhere, and missile trails sliced across the sky.

Of course, this meant that you had to get involved.

You were a Legendary Coalition Ace, revered among the ranks for your bravery and skill. It was a little surprising they hadn't deployed you sooner. Nonetheless, you were now cruising toward the AO in your F-22A.

Suddenly, Your Radio buzzed in

|<< This is AWACS Portobello, Viper Squadron, Your Mission is to eliminate Union Squads and Stabilize the Situation>>|

Easy Pickings huh? You pushed your throttle as the afterburners flared, the rest of your Squadron following, as you flew past some clouds, you came into full view of the strait

oh god.

The Skies was an absolute furball of missile and jet trails, debris constantly raining from the sky, the faint sounds of explosions and gunshots echoing across the strait as jets dogfight amongst each other.

As you checked your interface, you already noticed that you were getting lock-on. You flicked off your safety, engaging the Union pilots

The first few minutes of the battle were fine, you were doing great, and you had already shot down two aircraft, You were in the zone, when suddenly.

||<< SHIT! SOMEONE ON MY T- >>|

Your Wingman, called out, before a missile slammed into his rear, his plane exploding as.. a Mig-31 Comet!? zipped by

You were infuriated, how dare some lowly pilot attack YOUR squadron! You immediately gave chase, locking onto him as you chased the Mig-31 through the furball. He kept outmaneuvering your every attempt to get a lock, impressive for an aircraft made in 1971

Suddenly, in a moment of sheer awe, The Jet dipped its nose upwards and stalled rapidly, performing a Cobra maneuver, letting you pass by before leveling out and chasing you

<< Hah!! Fifth Gen my Ass! >>

Did that pilot just talk?!