I ve been on a raid with my attack group. As we flied through we saw a police officer. He called for backup. I warned him not to interfere and told him he would never see his family again. He refused and still did his job. I respect him for that. Then I ordered him to cut his engines. He reluctantly did it. But still called for back up. But the major told one of our team to have fun with him. And I watched as My comrade killed an innocent officer in cold blood.
Then as we patrolled through Manhattan we were met by a navy squadron. Unfortunately i cannot provide you with the details, since the cuisers opened fire on me and destroyed my ship. That is what they call Karma I guess. I was tractored in by a comrade and brough to a classified H.F base. Upon there i had a brain surgery and they put back my guts together. Badly injured I wait for a debriefing from my supreme commander.
