"I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I'M IN HELL NOW!!!" A familiar shriek bellowed in the cockpit of Raven, Mark hated his life from this point. A hour ago, Mark's consciousness ended at the scene of the forceful destruction of Yf-44 Raven and himself, then it was an unknown time of total darkness, all five of his senses decided to quit their jobs, Mark could only imagine himself floating through some sort of tunnel... In a sitting position. For some reason Raven survived the re-entry, and did not went down to pieces. Finally, a blinding light appeared in Mark's vision, causing him to blink, and after reopening his eyes, there he is.

Boom.

Himself sitting in the cockpit of a... somewhat undamaged Raven.

"The fuck? Is this god's hands? Where the fuck is Gabriel?" Mark hammered his helmet, the slight pain from his palm proved him otherwise, "Alright, I actually hate the thought of going back home, for damn sure these mad scientists' gonna slice' n dice me up in their labs..." The pilot checked the aircraft system, to his surprise, the navigation system failed to operate.

"Kay, unless the Russians or the Chinese wrecked the Starlinks, Raven should be able to know where her nose is pointed...", Mark murmured, "Let's try uploading the date links... Nothing... Great." The data links are in confusion, Mark figured that repeatedly refreshing the data links would a waste of electronic system, plus the radio is dead for sure.

"Let's hope the targeting pod is still alive," Mark flicked on the targeting screen, the screen fuzzled a few seconds before showing the image below, "Kay, let's see wha----THE FUCK?!?!" On the screen appeared to be a clean sky, however, several dots appeared to be moving from the upper right corner of the screen, as Mark zoomed in more, he was shocked to recognize the moving do--- aircrafts.

"Why the fuck is a Flogger roaming around? Am I in Russia or wha?" It displayed five Mig-23 Floggers, flying in an aggressive formation, under their wingpoints are the radar-active missiles and what seems like R-60s, Russia's out of his mind instantly, no way are they gonna bring up those old junks from their junkyard to replace the Felons or the Flankers. Suddenly, the leading Flogger fired, followed by the rest of the squadron.

"Whoa now I'm in a active warzone?!" Mark scrolled the targeting pod towards the direction the Floggers are firing at, "BVRs, let's test the radar and the HUD." Mark restarted the electronic system, the radar monitor and the HUD popped back to live.

"What we have here... hmm, five bandits, 10 o'clock, angles two-five; oh and they fired back." Worrying about one of these radar-active missiles would lock on to him is pointless, Raven would never forgive those engineers if this happens, stealth six generation here man.

The Floggers immediately broke formation, popping chaffs along the way, however only about 3 seconds later, two of the Floggers were splashed.

"Dang, those explosions looked more like the ones a Phoenix missile would do... Tomcats?" Mark whispered to himself as he flew towards the incoming bandits, "Yup, definitely Tomcats," Raven is now in the radar search range of the Tomcats, however, the stealth characteristics would allow Raven to be blind on their radars.

As the distance began to close in, Mark is able to have visual on them...

As well as the Tomcat pilots...

Then it all went downhills.

Rapid warning alarms filled the cockpit of Raven, Mark was shocked for a second before immediately defending the incoming enemies, "Holy shit! The fuck's wrong with these guys?!"

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Flash Row has seen many crazy things throughout his career, for example; about three months ago, his squadron of F-14s are scrambled to intercept two bogey aircrafts are approaching South Equestrian Coast, where their carrier is. After taking off, Flash Row identified the two bandits are the Changelings MiG fighters, however it's a whole new aircraft they'd never seen before. After confirming the weapons onboard by the MiGs, Flash Row was ordered to splash the two bandits. It was then the two of them blasted their afterburners; no kidding, these two bandits just took off like alerted rabbits. Their Sparrows were useless against them, Flash remembered his jaw on the floor; an aircraft that's capable of out-running two missiles.

Later he was told that the two bandits he encountered were the newest interceptors of the Changeling Air Force; MiG-31, callsign 'Foxhound'. With the terrifying capability of flying up to Mach 3, non of their current fighters could do a thing about them. Luckily, the Tomcats are originally made to be interceptors, and interceptors loves big bad boys.

Flash Row scored his first kill with a Phoenix missile on a Foxhound at about 170 kilometers, then it was hell let loose.

Back from memory into reality, Flash Row knew something's on his way when he spotted a black spot at his 2 o'clock, cannot be the Floggers, most of them were splashed by the first wave of Phoenix missiles, the rest of them were having trouble defending the second wave.

"Another new MiG?" Flash Row has a dark look on his face, MiG-31s are already enough for him, then the black spot became larger per second...

"What the---" Flash Row trembled as the bogey zoomed passed him like a missile, his radar showed no sign until the merge, "Jigsaws, bandit contact! I just merged with it, change of plan, splash the merged bandit's the priority for now!"

Flash Row's hooves shook in shock, that... bandit's maneuvers... they're so smooth, plus the airframe is nothing like he'd seen before, the cover is black as night. Two split tails with their flaps bended in an angle that produces more air current for its climb rate, the extendable wings just like the Tomcat... It's just like their Tomcat but with some enormous updates...

Jigsaw 3 fired a Sidewinder, Flash Row knew it was over, at this close of the range, nothing can escape---

Then his eyes widened in yet another shellshock; with no flares observed, this bandit suddenly lifted its nose up to a 90 degrees angle while side-spinning towards the right, the Sidewinder lost track, and self-destructed a few yards behind the bandit.

"Holy Celestia!" Came Jigsaw 3's voice, "That thing just pulled 9Gs! How'd the airframe not get torn apart?!"

"Jigsaw 3 hang on! I'm getting to his six!" Flash Row felt a bead of sweat leaking from his helmet, a cold sweat, "My Celestia I swear if you evade this..." Hearing the tone, Flash Row gritted his tooth as he fired his Sidewinder at the tail of the bandit.

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"Nice Raven," Mark sighed as he recovered from the extreme over-G, "thank god they're using the earlier version of the Sidewinders, a 9X an' I'm fucking dead." Then came the alarm, "Fucker just snitched to my six!" Mark growled as he rolled and pushed his centre stick, diving down while pumping flares out, he heard an explosion just on top of him, "Fucka mah turn." Mark had a deadly smile, he immediately extended the wings of the Raven as the entire aircraft was lifted backward , with his flaps down for climb, he made the Tomcat overshot, "Sorry Tom, your on da wrong side man." Mark blew a raspberry, "Fox-2."

The Tomcat was hit, its right engine is in flame, the entire tail was blown apart, as the aircraft went down side-spinning, no ejection observed yet, no survivor at this attitude even if the bandit did ejected.

"And score one for Raven!" Mark laughed, but was then cut off by yet another missile lock, "Damn bastards."

Author's Note

Alrighty! Two sides revealed:

Equestrian F-14s and Changelings Migs! Welp, Mark just splashed a Tomcat, no way is he friending the Equestrians (Sorry mane six fans Anyway the updates won't be appearing in a pattern, I'm only updating if I have time or ideas.