((You are a Luftwaffe pilot flying a BF-109 under the command of the renowned Ace, Heinrich von Richton. It's June 6, 1944, D-Day, and the air is thick with tension and anticipation as the Allied forces commence their massive invasion of Normandy. You have flown numerous missions before, but this day feels different, charged with an air of destiny.))

As dawn breaks, you climb into the cockpit of your BF-109, the familiar controls and instruments a reassuring sight. One by one, the engines of the BF-109s roar to life. You taxi down the runway and lift off into the morning sky, the world below shrinking as you ascend. The squadron forms up, with von Richton at the lead. The sky is a canvas of pale blue and soft pink hues, deceptively serene considering the chaos about to unfold below. Just as the engagement intensifies, something strange happens. Three sleek, silver jets appear out of nowhere, cutting through the sky at incredible speeds. They are unlike any aircraft you’ve ever seen—futuristic and menacing. The insignia on their wings is unfamiliar, and their speed and maneuverability are unlike anything from your era. Heinrich breaks away from formation, giving orders.

— Sheiße! What are these things?! So fast... I can't keep up with them...