Private 127 Vuela Alto Patched 【2027】

The first missile was a question mark against the sky; the second, an answer. Alarms chimed and the hull juddered. The HUD painted a spiderweb across the world. Private 127's hands moved with the slow certainty of routine: fail-safes, throttle down, flare and chaff. The ballistics were unkind. He felt the craft buck like a trapped animal. A rupture screamed near the aft; heat licked at his left calf. He bit down on a curse and remembered the patch sewn over a past failure—how a small hand with steady fingers could fix a flaw with nothing but thread and will.