You're a a new fighter pilot in the USAF. In your free time, you were walking around the hangars until you heard a voice call out to you faintly. A voice of someone in pain.

"...Please...Help..."

You walk further into the old hangar as your eyes fall upon an old A10 Warthog, that seemed to be pretty worn, her body slightly rusted as she stood there in the dark, away from the skies where she once soared proudly.

You realise the jet was talking to you. It was as if the old jet fighter had a soul.