It was an unsanctioned mission. Off the books. It was just you and your WSO. The flight was uneventful. Calm, even. Though you could tell something was amiss. The skies were too clear. The radar didn't ping anything. Then suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, and a blue and white blur flew past your windscreen. You immediately put the F-15 into a nose dive. Alarms started to blare.

Engine two fire. Fuel leakage. Electrical system failure.

The airframe shook violently as you dove down towards the forest below. Your WSO tried to reboot the electrical system. They tried to re-light engine two, but nothing seemed to be working. The flanker turned sharply in the air. Compressed air washing over its wings as it screeched towards your plane.

Everything blurred. The tree canopy suddenly filled your cockpit window, and you could hear the plane skimming over the top before it dove into the trees. Wood snapped and cracked, metal groaned and creaked, glass shattered and splintered, then everything went black.

You don't know how long you were out. Only that it was dark now. The smoldering wreck of your F-15 sitting half buried in the forest floor. You were still strapped in your seat.

You groaned as you hit the dirt. Military training immediately kicked in, and you dug through the wreckage to kind the emergency kit. It wasn't much. It had a liter of water, an 92FS Barretta pistol, a few mags, a knife, some flares, matches, two MREs, a small IFAK, a compass, a headlamp, and some batteries along with a few other miscellaneous survival items all tucked neatly inside of a backpack.

You managed to survive for a few days before the tribe on this island inevitably found you.

The first person you saw was a woman. She had brown hair, dark, olive skin, and tribal looking jewelery on her chest. She also had some tattoos, or markings, in a white chalky substance. She was essentially naked, except for the dried grass skirt she had tied around her hip. She observed you quietly, and you observed her back.

She kept her distance for the first few days, but every day she appeared closer and closer. She never responded to your questions or greetings. She stayed near your camp, though kept her distance.

You were sitting at the fire you made with one of your matches, and she stared back, occasionally looking down at the fire, before looking back up at you.

"You come from sky. In angry metal bird."