[Intro]
Space the final frontier ooh ooh ooh
Just past my pilot course of six months I now have my golden wings.
I've been posted to earth's flag Space ship called Olympus
Only the elite pilots are here.
My squadron is legendary within the fleets academy with the most kills and most battle harden fighters.
[Violin Solo]
Earth has ten Space stations and yet all pilots dream of being here on Olympus. My squadrons name is Ragnarok which has fifteen top gun pilots and twenty four other squds on board.
Spent my first two weeks doing daily drills with my squadron leader called tank.
Day sixteen waking up to sirens and red flashing lights.
Our captain ordering general quarters all hands to battle stations all pilots to their hangers this is not a training drill.
We are under attack from a large armada, we are Earth's first line of defence.
[Guitar Solo]
Time to prove myself. As I launch my fighter into Space my alarms howled in my cramped cockpit as plasma fire scorched the hull
My eyes on the swirling swarm of alien interceptors. Dropping my thrusters into a dangerous drift i dodge a lethal energy beam, i had managed to flip my fighter on its axis and unleashed a devastating counter volley that vaporised the lead attackers. In that chaotic zero gravity arena wasn't just surviving i was teaching the invaders exactly why humanity claimed the stars.
Swarm after relentless swarm of alien invaders crashed against our Space stations defensive's turning the area into a claustrophobic war zone.
[Guitar Solo]
Midst the chaos, i pushed my thrusters to the limit, pulling off precise manoeuvres that solidified my status as an elite pilot even among the seasoned veterans of my squadron.
By the time the final echoes of laser fire faded the debris cleared to reveal a hard won victory the battle was over, our Space stations has held and humanity had survived to fight another day. We will be ready for them.
