''Shit, we got North-Korean on the left side!'' ''Call Squadron B23 for emergency call!'' It's 73 years before the birth of Jaylee, and JLP, Jamy Legend Productions, an Elite organization created for the US Navy, fights together with UN(United Nations) Forces, ''Fuck, they shot a F25 Breaker down!'', and the WEF, Western Europe Forces, an organization set up by The European Union, following the Dutch, English, French, German and Irish Forces. ''Call Jamy now!'' A voice from above the war says: ''I'm here already.'' and a boy at the age of 16, blond hair under a black snapback, a thin gray Bonprix jacket, Black jeans, white and blue Panther sneakers, a black T-shirt with green JLP on it, green grey eyes and black pair of glasses, flies down with a wingpack, a jetpack made in the shape of a pair of wings, into the battle. The world is in a big war, called 'The war of Gods', because of JLP being a team existing out of descendants of gods. The boy, obviously Jamy, presses his ear and a headphone with a microphone comes out of his ear. ''Giratin, status!'' ''The North-Korean have joined the forces of Russia, Chinese Fighter are suicide attacking on the UN F22's, which is fuckin' working!'' ''How are the forces of Raiki and Orange doing?'' ''They are holding up enough!'' ''And Catherine?'' Giratin pauses for a moment, while Jamy pushes. ''Catherine is dead.'' ''What?'' ''She is FUCKING DEAD, killed by a Iran Bomber!'' Jamy stops for a moment as his body begins glowing with a green light. His eyes turn completely green with some small lines drawing from them. With a roar of anger he unleashes his Enragement on all the enemies, and the Chinese Commander, Takarish Myou, screams: ''Get away, we're doomed.'' The enemy forces draw out and gets bombed by the Dutch, but Jamy is still raging as he gets captured in a cylinder of glass…