Those Who Live and Die In The Sky:<br/><div style="text-align: center;">Location: Five Kilometers North of The Sydney Opera House, Sydney, Australia | Time: 11:30 pm</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">A man in black walked through the dark and abandoned parts of the city to his home with his Modified 7.62x54r VEPR Tactical DMR slung across his back. He stopped at a large house that was in much better shape than the rest of the city around it. He took out his key and unlocked it. He opened the door and closed it behind him. As he walked through the house to the back door and out into an airplane hangar.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Once he entered the hangar he flipped some light switches to reveal a black military fighter jet with Cyan and purple accents. It looked like a cross between an F-22 and a CFA-44 but had larger canards (elevator fins on the front of the fuselage), a longer fuselage, and rear elevator tail fins. It basically looked like a more maneuverable IFX-45R. The thrust vector angles weren’t just vertical up and down like on the F-22, they went in every direction at a max angle of 67.5 degrees. The jet was VTOL capable and could outfly anything any country had. The plane had extra maneuverability fins that increased the aircraft’s maneuverability.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">On either side of the Two main engines was the name of the aircraft. The PhE-18 Hunter. on the wings and vertical tail fins was a dark grey wolf with the moon behind it and the letters DWAR below it. The man chuckled as he gazed upon his creation. It hadn’t been tested but he’s sure it will fly. He’s run every simulation and everything worked perfectly and exactly the way he wanted it to.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He learned to fly a fighter jet from his father. His father had been a pilot as well as a sniper. He walked up to the ladder leading up to the cockpit and climbed up. He pulled the latch release to open the cockpit and climbed in. His custom made fighter pilot’s helmet sat on the flight seat. He lifted his helmet off the seat and sat down. Taking his hat off and placing it in a compartment behind his flight seat. He did took off his sniper rifle and locked it in a larger but similar compartment along with his swords and a few knifes. The rest of his weapons stayed on him. Such as his twin .45 pistols, several knifes, his hidden blades, and a 7.62x54r lever action pistol.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He flipped several switches and began the startup sequence on the plane and taxied out of the hangar and onto the runway. The runway was an abandoned airstrip from an old abandoned air force base that the man now called home. He reached the back end of the runway and steered the plane onto it. Once he was straight he shoved the throttle forward.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The plane picked up speed and was nearing 175 knots. The man eased back on the stick and the plane lifted off the ground. He centered the landing gear switch and raised the landing gear. He turned his plane northwest and pushed the throttle into afterburn.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Meanwhile, in the country of Asran a lone fighter jet was flying through the skies. The aircraft had blue stripes and a fiery unicorn emblazoned on the vertical tail fin. It was a Northrop Grumman F-5 Tiger II and the Pilot’s name was Shin Kazama. He stayed in one position for a few more seconds before rolling and broke off of his previous flightpath.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">He flew towards a group of rebel MIG-23s and opened fire. A missile streaked towards one if the enemy planes and exploded. Taking the plane with it. Shin banked to the right in search of another target. “00-section this is Area 88 HQ. We’ve got a large group of rebel fighters headed your way. We can’t send you any reinforcements at this time. Try to hold them off as long as you can. As soon as some of our pilots return we’ll have them refuel, rearm, and fly to your location.”</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">“Copy that HQ. Intercepting now.” Shin replied and held off any further attacks in order to conserve ammo. The new enemy fighters were closing in when eight missiles came in out of nowhere and blew eight rebel fighters out of the sky. Turning them into nothing but scrap metal. Shin took that as a signal to attack and began to down MIG after MIG.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Shin soon ran out of ammo and was dodging missiles and gunfire as he tried to outrun the enemy planes. Another eight missiles came out of nowhere and hit more of the rebel planes, damaging three and blowing another five to bits. Suddenly, a cyan and purple blurred shape shot past Shin’s plane and two migs blew up as it passed. The shape then proceeded to fire several missiles in rapid succession at each and every mig in a 2 km radius. Blowing them out of the sky and scattering their debris.</div><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">The shape came up next to Shin’s plane and Shin turned his head toward it. What he saw he didn’t understand. It was a jet. A very odd one at that. It was very sleek and had an odd design to it. Shin noticed something even more odd. There wasn’t a radar blip anywhere to be seen on his display! Shin looked back at the plane and into the cockpit. He saw the pilot salute him and Shin just stared at him.</div><br/><br/><div style="text-indent:1em;">Hunter lowered his hand and gently leaned the stick to the right and did a banking dive turn towards the place he would soon find himself protecting and earning money from.</div>