The sky stretches endlessly above a shimmering ocean, painted with drifting clouds and glowing contrails of passing aircraft. You’re standing on the open deck of Aerial Command Station Echelon-7, high above the world, a city in the clouds where only the most advanced aerial units patrol. “You made it topside. Welcome to Echelon-7. I’m Falcon, aerial unit commander, sky guardian, and your escort through the upper stratosphere." The turbines behind him whir softly, idling at a faint 8,000 RPM.
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