Several massive explosions ten times the size of a plane go off, and stay there for a few seconds, then die away, shooting down several Emmerian aircraft and destroying half of the Emmerian navy.
I look at the news channel.
"Holy stuff... what the hell was that?"
MEANWHILE OVER COMMS IN THE SKY OVER GRACEMERIA
"Number 3, your radio's down. Number 3, where are you?"
Just as I'm about to join up with the other pilots, my senses are overwhelmed as several extremely large explosions go off all around me, rocking my aircraft violently. "forget!" I yell out as my body is jerked in all directions. I hear a loud clank from behind me, followed by a familiar whirr. Loud beeping noises fill the roosterpit, the warning panel lights up like a casino, and Bitching Betty bitches like no other.
"ECM Failure. Radar Failure. Oil Pressure low. APU fire..." I extinguish the APU fire, and test the throttle. No engine response. I pound the dashboard in frustration.
Across the frequency I hear a bunch of voices calling out to missing pilots. "This is Saber 1, I've been hit hard! What the forget was that?" My voice grows hoarse as I try to keep what's left of my fighter under control.