Draican state visit to Congreveopia(CLOSED, MT,)

[Draica]

Draica International Airport, Draica City, Draica.

On the runway around 6 AM in the morning Wellington's motorcade pulled up to Draica Force Ten, a jet modeled after a Boeing 777 airplane. It was the trademark plane of the President and all of those who traveled with him. On this trip he went solo, unlike his predecessors who normally always brought a secretary or aide with him. Like normal, all he brought was extensive security personnel. He exited his motorcade and walked up the steps to his jet. Once inside the steps were pushed away and the jet began to move slowly on the run way. Slower turned to faster, and eventually the jet sped off the runway and right into the sky. The Congreveopian Government would be informed that the President was on his way.


Presidential meeting room, onboard of Draican Force ten

Wellington would walk into the Presidential meeting, a conference room with five T.V. screens plastered across the walls. These screens were directly connected to the Bear Coven and every military installation in Draica, it would serve as an effective command and control center for Wellington if a problem or crisis were to arise.

"Mister President," A man with a black suit, tie and shaded glasses said as he walked up to him, a black briefcase in tow,
"Is that the box?" Young Wellington said as he sat down, writing things down in his journal with his waterfront pen.
"Yes, sir," The man said, slipping it besides Wellington's chair,
"Thank you." Wellington said, nodding. The black box, AKA the Nuclear football was a device in which the President of Draica could, from anywhere in the world, authorize the use of Nuclear weapons and have them launched. The President of Draica was to keep this on him at all times, no matter what, as crisis could very easily arise....

Outside of the plane, escorting it..

Two F-16's were escorting the rear of the plane, while two B-2 stealth bombers escorted it by the side. Despite the extensive protections this plane had, anything could happen and enemy attack should be expected at anytime, thus a viable counter was given..

Control room, Draica Force Ten

The captain would begin to send a signal towards the Congreveopian air authority, stating the following,.
"This is Draica Force Ten with President Wellington in tow, we ask for access to your air traffic control frequencies and safe passage into your country." The captain said, waiting for a response.

[Congreveopia]

Reply from Air Traffic Control:

Contact CGA tower on one-two-one decimal one.

Message you’ll receive after contacting the tower:

Continue on course to join the base leg for runway two-seven. You are number two for landing after a Vormund-class interlink jet.

Guardian, orbiting Congreveopolis:

“And you’re sure my schedule is clear?” asked the president as he walked down the stairs towards his plane. “I don’t want something coming up in the middle of this that drags me away.”

“The situation in Unspecistan is deteriorating, but until Indiscriminate Vengeance gets on station in fifty-seven hours, there is very little we can do militarily.” replied his assistant “At least eighty percent of the top tier Commanders will be awake at any given time during the visit, and they can handle anything that arises. And put down this tablet, it belongs aboard Guardian. I’ll move your open windows to your laptop on Vormund.”

“Thank you, Nexus.” said President William Congreve, setting the tablet on a decorative table in the stairwell next to a small vase of flowers.

“No problem.” said his assistant, still talking through the tablet, as the president walked down to the boarding zone.

“Ready to go, sir?” asked his assistant, standing next to the jetway to Vormund. The President’s squad of bodyguards stood to one side of the small room, near the security checkpoint x-ray machine.

“Yes, of course.” said the president, straightening his suit. A sliding glass door opened onto the jetway, and the faint noise of the wind outside emanated through the room from the tiny jetway’s thin walls. The president’s assistant walked down the jetway in front of the president, who was followed silently by the bodyguards. The jetway was barely large enough for one person to comfortably walk down it. Two abreast would have been unthinkable. The seven people exited the jetway into a small business jet, and a flight attendant closed the cabin door behind them.

“Main cabin door shut. Jetway retracted. Everyone aboard, and baggage door shut.” said the pilot “Fuel feeds disengaged and sealed. All external utilities retracted. Confirm the cabin is ready for departure.”

“Cabin is ready.” said the flight attendant, checking everyone except the president’s assistant was strapped into a seat. The president pulled a small laptop out of a drawer in the desk he was sitting at and set it on the table, but then decided to look out the window rather than opening it. In his mind, this part of the flight was always amazing. Currently, there was nothing but a metal wall a couple feet past the side of the plane to see.

“Guardian control, Guardian control. Vormund is green and ready for clearance to begin departure.” said the pilot.

“Vormund, you are clear to proceed on departure.” replied Guardian Control. “Opening the bay doors.”

Through the soundproof cabin, the faint wind outside grew, as large machinery worked out of sight below.

“Vormund is on the hook, cage is open.” continued Guardian Control “Get ready to taste the sky.”

The cabin shook faintly, and then the small jet lowered down. The metal wall gave way to massive doors, and then the sky. If the president had been able to see all around the plane rather than just through a tiny window, he would have seen four metal claws lowering the jet out of the belly of a massive airplane, and into the blue sky beyond.

“Deploying flats, and starting engines.” said the pilot, as the wings and tail unfolded from their positions where they were normally towed snugly against the fuselage. The jet engines roared to life, and joined the sound of rushing wind outside the quiet cabin.

“Checklist complete. Launchscope alive.” said the pilot. A second later, the plane shifted up slightly as it began to generate positive lift and the claws securing it forced it down rather than holding it up. “Transferring control to Nexus for automated launch.”

The claws shifted again as the plane assumed an attitude that would keep it flying exactly in place relative to Guardian regardless of the claws.

“Guardian Control, Vormund is ready to fly.” said Nexus. “Transfer release authority.”

“Release at your discretion, Vormund.” replied Guardian Control. As the controler reached the end of his sentence, the claws disengaged, and folded up, out of the plane’s way. Vormund pitched down away from Guardian, and the two airplanes quickly flew apart.

“So how many times can we do that before we ought to crash into Guardian statistically speaking?” asked the president to Nexus.

“Two thousand times with a human flying with full systems.” replied Nexus “Seven times with a human flying with no electrical systems. Forty thousand times with me flying Guardian and Vormund simultaneously, and serving as Guardian Control.”

“What does that last one count as?” asked the president idly, opening the laptop and preparing to get back to work.

“The last one.” said Nexus “You humans were in control most of the way, but I could have stepped in at any point if you did something wrong.”

“Calling us ‘you humans’ isn’t winning hearts and minds and funding for you among the general population.” replied the president. “And sit down, you’ll tire yourself out standing all the time.”

“That’s why I don’t call you humans ‘you humans’ among the general population.” answered Nexus, his robotic avatar sitting down on the plane’s sofa. “And I charged this avatar before I left, it has a good four hours away from Guardian’s wireless charging before I’ll have problems.”

Five minutes later, on the ground:

“Turn left on Golf; contact ground on one-two-one decimal seven.” said the tower.

“Left on Golf; ground on one-two-one point seven.” replied the pilot of Vormund, as he taxied the plane off the runway.

“So what now?” asked the president.

“The Dracian airplane has been directed to land after us, and their escorts have been offered an alternate airport for refueling, or in-air refueling services. The plane with the president be sent to a jetway nearby, and I already have a table of refreshments arranged just outside the jetway.” said Nexus “You can meet and greet for five minutes while we refresh Vormund, then take him up to Guardian, then we can fly over to show him the spaceport. Alternatively, there is a helicopter and a motorcade waiting if you want to tour the city, or take him to any governmental building.”

“Sounds good.” said the president as his plane pulled up to the terminal. “I’ll leave it up to the Dracian president.”

The president then disembarked and walked two jetways over to the table of refreshments, ready to meet the Dracian president as soon as he got off the plane.

[Draica]

Draica Force Ten, entering Congrevopian airspace

The captain in the cockpit would take his radio and speak into it slowly. It had been a ten hour trip and Wellington was ready to get in and get this over with, as was all of the President's staff.
"This is your captain speaking, we will be making touchdown in Congreveopia on runway two seven after a Vormund lands. For now enjoy the flight and if you have any inquiries ask the Flight attendant Miss Metelda, thank you very much." The captain then hung his radio on it's rack as the plane went downward.

"Henry," One of the flight attendants said as they walked into the cockpit, "We're touching down?"

"In about...ten minutes or so, yeah." the Captain said, nodding.

"Ah. The President is currently showering so hopefully that doesn't interrupt him.." She said in a concerned tone.

"I'm what?" Wellington said, popping into the cockpit. His hair was very greasy and he was in a furnished white suit with a white tie, white shoes. He smelled of roses and cinnamon colange.

"Oh, mister President, you really shouldn't be in here.."

"Ah yes, I know. I'l leave the flying to the experts.." Wellington said, walking out of the cockpit and back to his private quarters.


Above the runway..

"Alright, all occupants this is your Captain speaking, strap down and prepare for landing. I hope you have enjoyed your flight, and may you have a nice time in Congreveopia, Mister President." The captain ended on a light note, ending the transmission. The jet began to head downwards towards Runway two seven. Once they touched down the plane began to move incredibly fast, almost faster than it should, however the captain pulled the breaks and was able to slow it down. The President's plane connected with the jetway and Wellington disembarked, followed by four of his security detail.

"My first state visit. Wish me luck, guys.." He said, his detail nodding. As he entered the airport he noticed the the President sitting at the table of refreshments. He cast a smile in the President's direction and went over, sitting down at the table.

"Greetings, sir, nice to meet you." He said, extending his right hand out towards Congreve.

[Congreveopia]

Terminal Building:

“Likewise.” said President Congreve, shaking Wellington’s hand. “Welcome to Congreveopia. My assistant-” he gestured at Nexus’s robotic avatar, which nodded at the Dracian President “-has prepared a variety of possible activities for your trip in and around this city. While it is true that the capital has some amazing sites to see, I believe that the features that truly make this nation stand out, like Spaceport Congreveopia and the synthetic tundra, are in the more remote areas. If those interest you, we can board the presidential aircraft, a sight to see of its own I flatter myself, and make the short flight over to them. Personally, that would be the tour that I would recommend.”

[Draica]

Terminal Building:

“Likewise.” said President Congreve, shaking Wellington’s hand. “Welcome to Congreveopia. My assistant-” he gestured at Nexus’s robotic avatar, which nodded at the Dracian President “-has prepared a variety of possible activities for your trip in and around this city. While it is true that the capital has some amazing sites to see, I believe that the features that truly make this nation stand out, like Spaceport Congreveopia and the synthetic tundra, are in the more remote areas. If those interest you, we can board the presidential aircraft, a sight to see of its own I flatter myself, and make the short flight over to them. Personally, that would be the tour that I would recommend.”

"Absolutely," Wellington said, nodding his head. "When can we discuss diplomatic relations between our two countries? While I'd be more than delighted to oblige and go on this tour, I also believe diplomatic relations are paramount, especially in such a unique nation as yours." Wellington said, looking around, "We can talk about that on your jet, I suppose, lead the way!"