Storm Fire tried to calm his heavy breathing. He wiped his sweat from his forehead.

"Okay, Okay, calm down Storm." He thought to Himself, "Just calm down, and use logic. Remember what you learned during training. Start with what I know. I'm 30,000 feet in the air and my plane is low on fuel and ammo. Ok this isn't to hard. What else. My entire squad is shot down. All of them. Spitfire, Soarin, and Fleetfoot. I don't even know if they ejected. No don't think like that Storm. Alright what else. Canterlot Air Force Base won't respond, so either my comms are dead or Something has happened to Canterlot. Lastly, I don't know what the hay has done all this.... Celestia, I'm a Wonderbolt not some tactican, how should I know what to do." He sat in his cockpit in silence for a few moments.

"Unidentified Contact sighted," the aircrafts computer suddenly blared in a robotic voice.

"What now...," Storm Fire muttered to himself.

"Warning, warning, incoming missle"

"NONON-...."