We will rain Divine Punishment on those who transgress against us!"♫
-Opening lines of the Riysian Air Force anthem.
Airbase T11, Tiyas, Riysa
November 11, 2016, 18:05 Local Time
General Talal Rabah strode around the lavishly-decorated ballroom, checking every minute detail of what the base's servers had set up. The tablecloths had to be symmetrical, the napkins folded in a certain way, the silver and brass-gilt china and cutlery arranged in neat patterns, and so on. The byzantine rules of the aristocratic Riysian etiquette and attitude towards guests knew no compromises, and as the host, it fell on his neck to make sure everything was exactly as it should. If the guests were displeased with their meal, or the setup even looked a tiny bit messy, then he could expect a star to be ripped from his shoulderboards by the end of the week. If that happened, his relatively stable career would come crashing down quicker than a jet shredded by a SAM.
"Hardly fitting work for a general..." He thought to himself, as he continued his survey. Like a majority of the Riysian officer corps, Talal hailed from the upper crust of Riysian society, so nothing of this was foreign to him. If he tried hard enough, he could picture this taking place in a massively enlarged version of his family's house on the border of the Sha'lan market district, with Uncle Suhail and his family just about to step through the door on a visit. No, the issue was its mediocrity, it was something that a fresh-faced lieutenant coming straight out of technical college should be handling, not a gold-eagled Imad!
"But, after all, a general is just a glorified administrator, isn't he? Heh." Talal paused his monologue to admire a crystal glass. The ballroom was uniquely Levantine in style, using their own traditions to create something just as or even more glamorous than the ballrooms of Paris and Rome. Lined by wooden-framed couches and furniture patterned with mother of pearl and lined with brass, gold-framed glass mirrors on the wall, intricate copper and crystal chandeliers and embellishes, and metal decorations of gold, silver, and copper all around, this salon would be the envy of anyone from Abu Rummaneh, Talal reckoned.
Ever since Desert Hawks was started, T14 expanded at a rapid rate to accommodate the pilots and support crew training, in addition to administration and the normal complement of the base. Thus, indeed, some creature comforts not typically found at most bases were introduced to make them feel at home. This was unusual, though - despite having run the exercise for nearly 10 years now, Talal never had to go this far for the guests. Yes, of the Riysians, the pilots and some of the support crew would also be coming from the same background as he did and would expect some courtesy, but it was the military, not a Eid gathering! There was no full dress requirement, there was no multi-course meal, and there were definitely no crystal glasses or silver forks being given to the attendees! Obviously, it was happening because of the foreigners; specifically, command wanting to make a glorious impression on the ajnabi guests. Talal, after all, had a part in arranging this.
Giving his approval, he went to his reserved seat and sat down, awaiting what was next. Checking his Semiramis brand watch, he saw that it was 6:35 pm. Guests would be arriving shortly, bused over from hotels in Deir ez-Zour and from the barracks at T14, while some of the Riysian detachment should already be arriving. Over the past couple of days, he had seen some of the participants arrive at the airbase to set up and prepare, and had been impressed with their enthusiasm. He hoped that it would last, he thought to himself as his lips curled into a tight smile. The exercise would put a lot of stress on all those involved, much like a real war, but thankfully without the risk of dying horribly.
The sound of the doors opening, followed by the clicking of boots, announced the entry of others a few minutes later. At the head was a Riysian Air Force officer, dressed similarly to Talal - black winter uniform and trousers, peaked cap flashing the Zawba'a cyclone and wreath/crossed guns device with a red band around the center, gold epaulettes flashing the gold eagle-star-wreath insignia of a major general, glossy black boots, golden lanyards, and white gloves. On the black and golden lay a brass sheath for a khanjar dagger; the traditional scimitar sword being too unwieldy for this event. The biggest point of difference was in appearances; the general retained the blackness in his hair, giving away his age of somewhere around 45, while the older Talal shared it with white and grey. Talal stood up in courtesy, and the general saluted. Talal saluted in reply.
"Major-General Sinan Nunu, present, captain." Sinan spoke, indicating respect through the old Air Force nickname of "captain" for those who led and/or were respected.
"A pleasure to meet you, general." Talal replied. Behind the new arrival were several more officers dressed in the full winter dress of the Air Force; some colonels, some lieutenant colonels, but mostly captains and majors - the frontline pilots. "Will you not all sit down? Find wherever you like, and be comfortable, we will be starting soon!" He said to everyone present, while ceremonially taking Sinan by the arm and sitting him down at the same table as he. Following the major general were the four colonels in the group, each head of a squadron playing the role of the opposing force, plus a fifth not attached to any. The table was specifically reserved for the command staff, rectangular rather than circular like the rest, having space for the generals and colonels and room to spare for any foreigners brave enough to ask.
"Thank you." Sinan said, stretching into his seat. "More are on the way, but we're already here. I take it we're early?"
Talal nodded. "I never thought I'd ever see Riysians be early to anything, but here you are! Yes, you are, and I'm very happy you are already here; the buses are on their way, and some might try to enter early." He checked his watch. "Granted, its not very early anymore, we'll be starting soon."
Sinan nodded. "I am interested in everyone who's coming. Lots of different aircraft and air forces, and nearly equal numbers of observers. This is dissimilar air combat training on an entirely different scale. Even the Colombians from the OSN and OSMC are showing up to try us out."
"It'll be a historical moment. Between us, we're making plans to expand Desert Hawks to happen three times a year, with the third being reserved for DACT with allied air forces, if this goes well."
"I hope it does. Training against TaH-29s is good, but getting foreign aircraft to appear significantly adds to the training value."
Talal nodded, and checked his watch. Around him, the pilots had already found their seats and begun to sit down, the squadrons mixing into each other as the 8-seat round tables didn't accommodate an entire Riysian fighter squadron. Opening time was arriving sooner and sooner, and any moment now, others would begin to arrive. In less than 30 minutes, a new chapter of the Riysian Air Force would begin.
Here it goes. Talal thought to himself, as he heard the door creak again.