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The former President John Arnold was ecstatic, for he was going on a World Tour, paid out of the government budget for former presidents. Not only that, but they let him use the government "Air Force Two" plane, a V/C-137 Stratojet.

He got into the car with Mary, and they drove towards San Diego Airport, having notified the UDF of their visit.

President foster sat back in his leather chair looking over the request, a smile cracked over his some what aged face, his hands upon the glossy oak desk before him.
With gentle sigh he moved one of his hands over to an intercom, that was built directly in to the desk, his voice reverberated through the com to his secretary.

“Delores” his voice rang out, he coughed as he continued to speak a bit from a dry mouth.

“I want you to raise Jefferson air field, and tell them to expect a foreign visitor, full color guard, also have them send up Fighter craft to escort our diplomatic friend in to our air space, ill be leaving shortly..”

With that Jefferson stood up pushing the black chair back as he adjusted his well pressed suit and red tie, his black hair and green eyes looked out of the white house window, while the white house wasn’t at the center of the city, it certainly had a magnificent view of the countless glassy metal spires. With a sigh he turned around starting to walk out of the ornately decorated white painted room, his black glossy shoes shuffling on the carpet.

Meanwhile at Jefferson air force base, General Richard Thomson had ordered a communication to be sent to Calizorinstan air command . A young female Lt. Spoke in a soft and friendly tone via directed satellite.

Greetings, we hear your former leader is coming to our fine air force base; we would like to point out that as an honor to your nation and our relations via UFAN we will be sending you an escort at your half way mark of modified F/A-18 Super hornets, and several F-7 Poseidon fighters. We hope you enjoy your visit

The message was sent instantly beamed up from the massive satellite and command array of the base , mean while at the air field, personnel began rushing around, as F/A-18 Fighters were pulled out of the hangers, their forms shimmering gently as the sun shined around them, several Poseidons Followed, they were a little larger than the F-18, smoother, and well rounded. Personnel moved forth with haste, mounting fuel trucks, pulling large racks of missiles, the noises of launch preparation reverberated with noises of voices, barking out orders left and right.

Mean while the color guard at the station was training with both the federation and Calizorinstan flags… this would be a day to remember …

President foster sat back in his leather chair looking over the request, a smile cracked over his some what aged face, his hands upon the glossy oak desk before him.
With gentle sigh he moved one of his hands over to an intercom, that was built directly in to the desk, his voice reverberated through the com to his secretary.

“Delores” his voice rang out, he coughed as he continued to speak a bit from a dry mouth.

“I want you to raise Jefferson air field, and tell them to expect a foreign visitor, full color guard, also have them send up Fighter craft to escort our diplomatic friend in to our air space, ill be leaving shortly..”

With that Jefferson stood up pushing the black chair back as he adjusted his well pressed suit and red tie, his black hair and green eyes looked out of the white house window, while the white house wasn’t at the center of the city, it certainly had a magnificent view of the countless glassy metal spires. With a sigh he turned around starting to walk out of the ornately decorated white painted room, his black glossy shoes shuffling on the carpet.

Meanwhile at Jefferson air force base, General Richard Thomson had ordered a communication to be sent to Calizorinstan air command . A young female Lt. Spoke in a soft and friendly tone via directed satellite.

Greetings, we hear your former leader is coming to our fine air force base; we would like to point out that as an honor to your nation and our relations via UFAN we will be sending you an escort at your half way mark of modified F/A-18 Super hornets, and several F-7 Poseidon fighters. We hope you enjoy your visit

The message was sent instantly beamed up from the massive satellite and command array of the base , mean while at the air field, personnel began rushing around, as F/A-18 Fighters were pulled out of the hangers, their forms shimmering gently as the sun shined around them, several Poseidons Followed, they were a little larger than the F-18, smoother, and well rounded. Personnel moved forth with haste, mounting fuel trucks, pulling large racks of missiles, the noises of launch preparation reverberated with noises of voices, barking out orders left and right.

Mean while the color guard at the station was training with both the federation and Calizorinstan flags… this would be a day to remember …


John Arnold took the call from his electronic's office suite in the V/C-137, which was his former "Air Force One", and he said "We're on our way, we're approaching your air space. I am taking this call in substitute for Air Force Command. ETA 1345."

The F/A-18F Super Hornet's from VF-101 took off to escort him into the UDF airspace. 2 joined up on the left, and the other two on the right.

The Aircraft glided along with the diplomatic craft, their engines glowing white hot as they moved forward, the crisp blue sky endless for miles, the sun beading down on all the craft. As the diplomatic plane approached it could see the thousands of endless metal and glass spires of Union city In the background , the transcontinental Mag tube system under construction, with masses of workers and cranes on the ground right next to the base.

The president had arrived already, he was standing outside of a large armored limousine, the color guard on both sides of him holding both flags up, secret service agents crowding the base, along with marines, above AH-64E Super apache patrols were seen as they scoured the area for any signs of trouble. UAV’s accompanied them .. indeed the foreign former diplomat would feel safe .

The Aircraft glided along with the diplomatic craft, their engines glowing white hot as they moved forward, the crisp blue sky endless for miles, the sun beading down on all the craft. As the diplomatic plane approached it could see the thousands of endless metal and glass spires of Union city In the background , the transcontinental Mag tube system under construction, with masses of workers and cranes on the ground right next to the base.

The president had arrived already, he was standing outside of a large armored limousine, the color guard on both sides of him holding both flags up, secret service agents crowding the base, along with marines, above AH-64E Super apache patrols were seen as they scoured the area for any signs of trouble. UAV’s accompanied them .. indeed the foreign former diplomat would feel safe .


The V/C-137 landed at the base, and taxied toward the ramp near the President of the Union. It stopped, and stairs rolled up to the C-137, and John Arnold stepped down the stairs, followed by his Father, also a former President, and a former four star admiral, in which clothes he was dressed.

(OOC: I hate jolt it dose not send me notification via email so sorry for the delay)

President Foster stood up, as both anthems were played one after another, both flags raised as the former leader walked down the path, the crisps blue sky wonderful in nature, as behind foster, lay a magnificently large city, he stood his hand out for a diplomatic shake.

(OOC: I hate jolt it dose not send me notification via email so sorry for the delay)

President Foster stood up, as both anthems were played one after another, both flags raised as the former leader walked down the path, the crisps blue sky wonderful in nature, as behind foster, lay a magnificently large city, he stood his hand out for a diplomatic shake.


OOC: This is before Arnold Senior dies, by the way.
John shook the hand of President Foster and he said "How do you do?, this is my father, who wanted to tag along, Admiral Jack R. Arnold, RET.." Admiral Arnold shook the hand of President Foster, and he said "I'm also a former president, I was his predecessor."