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  Your engine's turbines roar as you
scream out of the sky.  Startled troops
look up just in time to see your wing
cannons blaze.  You feel the plane buck
slightly as your missiles streak toward
their targets.  A flash in the distance
tells you that they have done their job
and so have you.  The Mega-Corps pay
well, for those good enough to survive. 
They call you into the shadows with
dreams of wealth, and you answer, the
only way you know how.