Jericho!

"Captain Jericho! Come in! Captain! Can you hear me? Over." 

"Yes, loud and clear, Private Stein. What do you want? Over."

"Sir, the entire back portion of your fighter is destroyed! I'm requesting Rescue Team Alpha and Beta to catch you. Over."

"Yeah, that would be bad if I splashed into the ocean. Thanks for your help, Stein. But I'm not done with these Darzakian sons-of-bitches. Over." 

"But Sir, what can you do without an engine? Over." 

"Just you watch. Over and out." 

Jericho's cockpit head rips through the thick, green Darzakian atmosphere, leaving a huge trail of smoke and debris from the broken fighter jet. In the distance, he sees the commanding forward base of General Gha'la, the head of command of the Darzakian Empire. With only 30 seconds left before inpact, he punches the emergency eject button. With a loud hiss, Jericho braces for the upward thrust. 

"What?!" he exclaims. The seat thruster jams, unable to save Jericho's life. He takes his laser pistol and breaks the cockpit glass. Winds roar with high velocity, knocking his helmet off his head. To his right, Rescue Team Beta arrives with 3 fighter jets and 1 passenger jet with a huge net. Jericho signals the team to drift closer to his cockpit without catching it.

Only 15 seconds remain.

Jericho sees Rescue Team Alpha approaching from behind to cover the escape. 

10 seconds remain. 

Jericho quickly arms 5 plasma grenades and scatters them on the floor of the cockpit.

5 seconds remain.

Jericho leaps with faith as he is blasted by the high winds, reaching his hand out to grab the net.

3 seconds remain. 

A single round of flak hits the passenger jet and the net falls out of Jericho's hands. 

1 second remains.

Rescue Team Alpha's passenger net grabs Jericho and speeds right over the forward base while being attacked by anti-aircraft cannons.

The forward base explodes from the sheer luck from the perfect timing of Jericho's grenades and the high speed impact of the downed jet. Jericho shows his middle finger to the glimpse of General Ghal'a, staring out his command post's window with the look of heavy grief. 

As both Rescue Teams fly off to the horizon, Jericho climbs up and enters the passenger plane. A platoon of paratroopers stand up and salute. 

"At ease, ladies and gentlemen." Jericho takes a cigar and lights it. As soon as he places the cigar in his mouth, the platoon claps and cheers. 

"Attention! Soldiers, this war is far from over. They've shed our blood on our soil. We have come to shed theirs. I've done you a favor so far by being among the first to kill them on their turf. I want you to return the favor. Continue the destruction. Obliterate their moral. Together, we will win!"