Helfaer
12-03-2006, 20:28
"We are now making our final approach toward Krechinheim, my lord the Fell. We expect to arrive within the hour, assuming that Air Traffic Control allows us to land. All passengers please fasten seatbelts and return trays to the default upright position."
The supersonic luxury transport aircraft inclined forwards at an angle hardly large enough to be noticed, losing altitude as it began the the long descent. Krechinheim was still several hundred kilometres away, but the high altitude and high speed made an early descent necessary. Shadowing the Fell's transport were twenty air superiority fighters, forming a "Flying V" formation that spread out behind it. The smaller aircraft comfortably kept pace, their powerful engines allowing them to cruise along beside it without any noticable effort.
Up above the clouds that even now were gently floating up to meet them, the sun shone down hot and bright on the metal skins of the aircraft, although air conditioning kept the pilots and passengers cool. The blue, cloudless sky above them, the white, surf-like clouds below. The aircraft continued their descent.
"We expect to enter the cloud in around a minute. Expect some mild turbulence. Weather below the cloud is rainy, but I'm reliably informed that its a beautiful day in Krechinheim."
The turbulence, as usual, had been underestimated. The plane lurched violently as it entered the cloud, and continued to rattle all the way through. However, the Fell, and all his aides and bodyguards, remained resolute, not allowing it to have an effect on them. And then they burst through underneath into pouring rain.
"Krechinheim, this is Helfaer One and escorts seeking permission to land on diplomatic business. The Fell is aboard for an audience with the Arch Duchess, and he requests priority landing. He does not want to be kept waiting."
The supersonic luxury transport aircraft inclined forwards at an angle hardly large enough to be noticed, losing altitude as it began the the long descent. Krechinheim was still several hundred kilometres away, but the high altitude and high speed made an early descent necessary. Shadowing the Fell's transport were twenty air superiority fighters, forming a "Flying V" formation that spread out behind it. The smaller aircraft comfortably kept pace, their powerful engines allowing them to cruise along beside it without any noticable effort.
Up above the clouds that even now were gently floating up to meet them, the sun shone down hot and bright on the metal skins of the aircraft, although air conditioning kept the pilots and passengers cool. The blue, cloudless sky above them, the white, surf-like clouds below. The aircraft continued their descent.
"We expect to enter the cloud in around a minute. Expect some mild turbulence. Weather below the cloud is rainy, but I'm reliably informed that its a beautiful day in Krechinheim."
The turbulence, as usual, had been underestimated. The plane lurched violently as it entered the cloud, and continued to rattle all the way through. However, the Fell, and all his aides and bodyguards, remained resolute, not allowing it to have an effect on them. And then they burst through underneath into pouring rain.
"Krechinheim, this is Helfaer One and escorts seeking permission to land on diplomatic business. The Fell is aboard for an audience with the Arch Duchess, and he requests priority landing. He does not want to be kept waiting."