Top Nun (2018) Season 1

An F-22 Raptor tore through the sky with a loud roar, afterburners engaged as it climbed higher and higher. Just ahead, in the distance, another plane emblazoned with the red star of the Russian Air Force, weaved back and forth to avoid the plane behind it from getting a weapons lock. The Russian fighter banked hard, but it couldn’t shake the steel gray Raptor that was gaining on it. The voice of the air traffic controller cut in just as the view from the camera penetrated the cockpit of the plane sporting the American Roundel and zoomed to the facemask of the piolet’s helmet. “Reverend, Beast says we are almost at End-ex, you can bring that bird back down now. You’re not gonna catch Tsarina.”

The Raptor pilot shot back; “NEGATIVE! You tell the Colonel that she’s not getting away this time!” The pilot’s finger danced over the trigger as the audio prompt for a weapons lock whined and fell silent, whined and fell silent again each time the target plane swung back into range. The pilot squeezed the stick, uttering a small prayer; “…you brought me here…I can’t believe you brought me here to lose…”

The scene cut back to an exterior scene as the American fighter gained on the Russian SU-35. Inside the Russian fighter, the pilot suddenly cut the throttle and engaged the flaps, nosing the plane up, nearly stalling it as the American fighter banked at the last moment to avoid the insane maneuver.

Inside the American fighter, the pilot was violently slammed around inside the canopy as incredible G-forces bounced them around like a ping pong ball. The aircraft flamed out and started spiraling out of control as the pilot fought to regain control as the plane lost hundreds of feet of altitude by the second. Emergency signals screamed as the plane spun wildly and the pilot fought to regain control. “I’M NOT DYING TODAY, NOT LIKE THIS!”

"REVEREND EJECT!! EJECT, EJECT!!" The tower controller screamed for the pilot to eject as chaos ruled.

The plane seemed doomed and the pilot reached for the ejection lever as violent forces slammed them around inside the cockpit. The ground came rushing up and the piolet grabbed the control stick as buildings came into view. The Raptor would certainly hit them without some control being exercised. "...please...I know you put me here for a reason...please..." 

The plane rolled and then the engine roared back to life and the nose pitched up as the plane skimmed the tree tops near the buildings and strained to gain altitude. Inside the cockpit, the pilot breathed a sigh of relief with a whisper; "...thank you..."

Suddenly a high pitched squelch filled the cockpit and everything went red. “Извини, ты мертвый друг!” as the Russian dissolved into English; “Sorry, you’re dead friend!”