“Striker, Pincer Lead. Bandits, 110 for 40. Hot.”

Eva landed back at the virtual carrier deck, trapping the 3-wire with a satisfying thud . The debriefing screen wasn't a simple "Mission Success" banner. It was a 3D playback, annotated with engineering data.

Eva rolled inverted and pulled 6 Gs. The screen blurred; her peripheral vision tunneled. A small indicator read: +6.2 Gz – Tolerance: 65% . The game simulated not just the jet, but the pilot’s physiology. Another 2 seconds at this load, and she’d black out.

Lock. Launch. The AIM-120D left the rail with a digital grunt.