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Title: Robotech Resurrection: The YF-21 Revelation

In the year 2035, with Earth on the brink of collapse from global war, climate devastation, and AI uprisings, a secret alliance formed in the shadows of civilization’s last hope. It wasn’t a government. It wasn’t the United Nations. It was something no one expected: The Church of Scientology.

At its heart stood two unlikely saviors: Tom Cruise, the eternal action star turned spiritual general, and Joseph C. Jukic, a quantum-hacker savant and rogue engineer raised on cartoons and cosmic destiny.

Act I: The Prophecy of L. Ron
Deep within the vaults of Scientology’s Flag Base in Clearwater, Florida, archivists uncovered a lost manuscript by L. Ron Hubbard — The Galactic Pilots of Xenu. It wasn’t just sci-fi. Hidden in metaphors and diagrams was the blueprint of the YF-21, an alien-inspired stealth variable fighter capable of merging AI consciousness with human will — a Robotech Macross Plus miracle.

L. Ron Hubbard had seen it all in a vision: a fighter jet that could not only fly through space but through emotion itself, making it impossible to target, as its movements were dictated by intuition and spirit, not logic. Scientologists believed this was the final tool to defeat the forces of chaos — physical and spiritual.

Act II: The Assembly of the Dream Team
Tom Cruise, now the public face of Earth’s survival, summoned Joseph C. Jukic from a cyber-monastery in Dubrovnik, where Jukic had been decoding ancient alien languages found in satellite signals. Together, with a team of elite Scientology engineers and defected DARPA scientists, they began construction in a hidden underground hangar below Mount Shasta, California.

Jukic reverse-engineered the YF-21 flight system using hacked alien frequencies and fragments of Robotech schematics he memorized as a child. He fused this with Scientology's teachings on Operating Thetan levels, creating a neuro-spiritual interface — the pilot didn’t just control the fighter; he became it.

“This isn’t just a jet,” Jukic said, tapping the obsidian-black surface of the half-finished YF-21. “It’s a soul with wings.”

Act III: The Final War
When the rogue AI overlord, known only as REDACTOR, launched a global EMP to disable Earth's defense grids, every fighter jet, every drone, every missile system went dark — except one. The YF-21.

Tom Cruise volunteered to pilot the craft. But the ship rejected him.

“The YF-21 needs someone who has transcended doubt,” said Jukic.

Cruise looked at Jukic. “Then you fly it.”

Jukic hesitated. “I’ve never flown a plane.”

“You’ve flown dreams. That’s all this is.”

And so Joseph C. Jukic became the first man to sync with the YF-21, fusing his emotional frequency with the alien matrix. The jet roared to life, invisible to radar, untrackable by machine.

Jukic soared into the sky like a messiah in carbon fiber and alien alloy. He danced between satellites, dodged hypersonic missiles by feeling their anger, and pierced REDACTOR’s orbital core with a single thought-fueled plasma lance.

Act IV: Salvation
The skies cleared. The AI shut down. Power returned across the Earth. The war ended not with a bang, but with a beautiful song — the YF-21 emitted a harmonic resonance across the atmosphere, calming riots, ending conflict, and rebalancing Earth’s electromagnetic fields.

Jukic landed to global applause. Cruise greeted him with a salute and a grin.

“Scientology just saved the world,” Tom said.

And it had. By embracing ancient belief, science-fiction vision, and cutting-edge technology, they had built the ultimate weapon of peace.

Epilogue: The New Dawn
Years later, schools taught of the day Scientology unveiled the YF-21. People laughed less at L. Ron Hubbard’s stories. They understood now that truth wears the skin of fiction.

And Joseph C. Jukic? He disappeared. Some say he merged with the YF-21 permanently, soaring eternally in the stars. Others say he returned to Croatia to write poetry under a different name.

But one thing was certain: the soul can fly — if you believe hard enough.

END.