Firebird

Crimson lacquer and brass, hard against the arcade's back wall. Burning birds wheel in overhead, fold their wings and dive. Clip a wing and the bird flies slower and heavier; take the body and it goes up in embers. Two stages on, they arrive as eggs and hatch where they sit. Then the plated mothership comes down, and the only way in is straight through its shield. Ace the machine and the front desk will postmark your own Firebird Ace stamp.