

"Command, we're being followed by enemy planes... No propellers? What speed is that!"
"This is the command center, what's going on? Does the enemy have numerical superiority?"
"So far I've only seen two enemy planes, but our allies are exploding for no apparent reason! Shit, shit, shit! That thing is following me! And it's not a plane, it's something that shines..."
Then the radio went static.