Thirty plus years of service.

Combat medals.

Citations.

Only man to shoot down three enemy planes in the last forty years.

Yet you can't get a promotion, you won't retire, and despite your best efforts, you refuse to die.

You should be at least a two-star admiral by now.

Yet here you are.

Captain.

Why is that?

It's one of life's mysteries, sir.

In 2020.

The end is inevitable, Maverick.

Your kind is headed for extinction.

Maybe so, sir.

But not today.