0730, Entering Tagmatine Aerospace
Takhisian Imperial Navy Dreadnought Leviathan
She appeared, knifing through a cover of clouds, with the bow splashing them apart as if it were water of the high seas. The vessel massive beyond measure, undoubtedly the largest flying aerocraft to be seen in these peaceful skies. Turbines spun the many shafts leading to eight bladed propellers. The Leviathan crested just over one-hundred-eighty-six meters in length, and a beam of seventy plus meters. As the massive airship began to descend from it's service ceiling of eleven-thousand meters, it's features could start to be discerned to the naked eye.
The top of the vessel being dominated by twin conning towers, that were more or less mirrored by stubbier versions on the underside of the vessel. It also bore the look of something not entirely of this world, as it was not just simply an airship, but a dreadnaught of the skies. Visibly present were the eight 6 × 28 cm (11 in) guns on four turrets, with two turrets at the aft bearing the same cannon type. Littering the Yoweth ith class are thirty-two 20mm phalanx turrets, surrounding both the launch deck, and conning towers of top and bottom. The broadside weapons on the ship are ten 8 × 15 cm (5.9 in) cannons evenly divided between the left and right broadsides. Littering about on the dorsal and spinal areas of the vessel were the dual box launcher turrets, capable of firing air to air intercept missiles as well as air to ground anti-armor and or emplacements.
Most impressively on either flank of the vessel, at it's meatiest at least, were large emblazoned emblems of the Takhisian Imperial Knights, specifically regarding those of the Lily. It was a white flower atop twin blades, one facing up, and the other facing down. Wreathed in a slightly faded five headed dragon muted to be seen but not overwhelm the images atop it. Rising above the central mass of the warship, and extending above the bridge is a high mast which has both a listening post with numerous sounding horns as well as a lookout post. Attached to flutter in the wind was a flag bearing the image of the Takhisian Order and the Empire.
As she steamed towards her destination, two other versions also became apparent. They were much smaller, but still formidable and occupied a role akin to that of destroyers. While the Leviathan was of a burnt silver-platinum, these were a muted rust-burgundy with grey outlining. A smaller buzzing sound, and push prop fighters shot past those casual land based observers, streaking their silvered hides to gleam in the rising dawn's light. These were the defenders and interceptors held by the airships, and more could be deployed, but two was enough for what they were doing.
The radar signature alone would be sending spasms into the Tagmatine responders and it wasn't long before the communication officer was standing behind two pairs of enlisted sailors, proffering a sheet of teletype paper. While the airship looked as if it was some sort of archaic beast, they did have a merging of technologies for some things. The message was a polite greeting and of course notification of their arrival and that diplomatic personnel and entourage should number no more then five and so on.
The communication officer by name of Tyrel had a thin slice of hair atop his head, silvering as his age was much higher then many on the Leviathan. He was nearly fifty years of age and had a weathered face of which his green eyes peered forth out of. His uniform was like the other officers as it consisted of having closed lapels with the top open and gold edged lapels. The jacket having a long skirted coat, without a turnback. The uniform itself was a light blue and went with the colours of the lapels and so forth quite well.
He approached the raised command section of the bridge, passing several of the senior bridge officers to directly approach the Leviathan's Lord of Host, Duke of the North, Syious De'Wyren. My Duke, communications has sent the diplomatic message as requested. Syious had a hard look to him, he was just over one point eight meters in height, just a few centimeters taller then Tyrel actually. While younger then the communication officer, he was no less weathered, possessing an angular face of a Nordic like people.
Closely cropped grey hair lay atop his scalp, a tattoo lay across right temple in a series of lines with runic glyphs in what could only be a mentioning of something important. His uniform mirrored that of Tyrel's save it was white in hue. Very good Tyrel, inform the pilots to return to their berths and.. He glanced over towards the navigation officer, a woman named Estralita. Estralita, do bring us to hovering at proper height.
The woman in question was roughly the same height as her Duke, of which was pretty much an average overall. She was a brunette, hair cut to her shoulders and currently mostly under her officers cap. She nodded and began directing the team of six pilots needed to maneuver the Leviathan. Hover proper meant twenty-six meters above the ground, so essentially just above one's head. There was a subtle shift in the deck plates as the Leviathan and her escorts began the maneuver, of which her pilots were returning as this was going on.
As each Dhac fighter nuzzled up to the exposed grab hangers, which essentially secured the plane from about the nose and just before the engine so as not to snap the blades. One by one they were brought aboard, clanking gears upon the air as each was drawn aboard while the airship began to draw closer and closer to the ground. Tree's and the very earth would feel the reverberations of the many propeller's washes and the shadow cast by the Leviathan alone would and was probably cause for some alarm as it crested over land and homes alike.