Someone Set Us Up the Bomb [IC, Closed]

[Aleia]

Gate 55 at Terminal 1
09:00

In 30 minutes, Varya had sprinted to the warehouse, snatched an Aininien uniform that suited her, and though there was no nameplate with her obscure name on it she decided her Aleiair plate would be fine. From there, it was a short run to the gate. While the queue at passport control had become longer than the span of an airliner, she passed through easily using a few kind smiles and well-chosen words. Not long after, the gate was right in front of her. She stopped and drew her breath. It wouldn't make a good service to be panting in front of the passengers while in the cabin. Much better to do it before boarding.
Alright, 14 hours, starts now.
She took a last deep breath before heading for the gate to greet the rest of the cabin crew.

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09:09

Standard procedure: stand by the airplane door and say "bienvenue" to various different passengers, sometimes even receiving a greeting back. Pavel was nowhere to be seen, but he was supposed to be in economy and she was standing at the first class door, so she didn't think of it as odd.
At least I'm not in economy myself, she muttered in Aleian, before returning her smile to herself, "Bonjour","Bienvenue","Bonjour","Bienvenue".
Two seemingly Slavic men stepped into the cabin.
"Bonjour, bienvenue!" Varya's smile turned became brighter on the sight of potential fellow Slavs, but as she came into eye contact with one of the men, it grew forced, almost collapsing altogether. He stared, and she stared back, trying to gauge just what the hell was happening. When the two men finally turned their backs, Varya blanked out her thoughts as fast as she could, instead focusing on the obviously Tuthinan lady who had just entered.
Wish I had an outfit like that, she thought, though in her deep mind the man still stayed.

After boarding was finished, and passengers were firm in their seats, Varya went to close the baggage compartments and demonstrate the usual security procedures. Like usual. Yes, just like usual.

[Sjealand]

Manfred slumped down into his first class seat, breathing in as the memory foam slowly released the tension in his joints and back. He turned his back slightly, as satisfying pop could be heard. Completely relaxed he breathed out.

His hand found its way down his bag where he took out one of his ''Science Illustrated magazines''. He wasn't much of a scientific enthusiast, but the long flight over the northern sea wouldnt leave him much of a view, so he had to make do. He looked at Idaline to his left, she was reading the contracts through, as per usual. This was the third time this day, he thought, he would have to have a talk with Kaspar over her work obsession when they got back.

As the cabin personell began their usual routine he turned off his phones and put his laptop on airplane mode. The in-air wi-fi did sound interesting though, he might buy it later. He could just as well watch some of the newer episodes of ''The Namorese Ambassador'' while in air. He had brought about 4 magazines, but there was no way they would last him the entire flight. Feeling the movement of the plane around him, he closed his eyes, if just for a minute.

[Pisdara]

9:10 AM
"Attention ladies and gentlemen, Aininien Flight 303, with service to Waterwitt, is now boarding".

Hearing the message to board, Usseli began to pack his papers back into his carry-on, before heading towards the entrance to the plane. After a quick check of his ticket and passport, he entered Flight 303. His seat was in economy class, near the back of the plane. "Cheapest thing I could get on such short notice", he thought to himself. Sitting down, he was pleased to see he had access to the window. The seat may be not the best, but it at least had a good view.

Sitting down, Usseli began to wonder about what he would do once he got to Waterwitt. He had planned to have dinner with Elaine once he got out of the airport, but after that the night was free. "Probably just wander around, take in the sites. I meant, I've never been there before, but it looks like it's a decent place to sight-see". Picking up his travel guide of Deacon he picked up a few days ago, he flipped to the pages on Waterwitt and began to scan the pages for anything intriguing.

[Tuthina]

While Nyaklan was sufficiently experienced with airline protocol, her first class seat meant that she belonged to zone 1, entitling her to take her seat before most passengers. Temporarily closing her enriching poetry, she stood from her seat and joined the crowd at the boarding gate. Helped by her ticket and perhaps fashion standing out from the crowd, she was soon granted entrance to the first class compartment of the plane.

The epitome of luxurious seats, Aininien offered separate cabins for each passenger, ranging from more varied entertainment and consumables to more mundane, but no less important factors such as more than enough room to stretch oneself during a long journey - something that she insisted possessing after experiencing premium class a few years ago in a domestic flight.

Her neighbour - in a relatively loose sense due to the compartmentalised nature of first class cabins - appeared to be a white male, perhaps in his thirties. As she excuses herself when passing through his seat, her eyes briefly scanned his physical characteristics - a vital trait for her profession as a prostitute in the Empire. It did not take long for her to notice something piquing her interest. Perhaps she should have a brief chat with him once the plane took off.

[Ainin]

Flight 303
9:47 a.m. Talon time

The flight was running ten minutes late.

For the airline, this was no problem as a ten minute delay on a fourteen-hour flight would barely be registered, especially since the Hyperborean currents are strong this time of the year and should make up for any time lost on the ground. For the ground controller however, this was a massive annoyance. He had fourteen more planes lined up for takeoff in the next hour.

With a hint of annoyance in his voice, he spoke into the radio in the infamously thick working-class accent of controllers in Northern Ainin.

"Aininien 303 heavy is cleared to Waterwitt on runway 6 right via Talon 3 departure. Climb and maintain 3700 metres and squawk 3125."

The pilot promptly replied, reading back his instructions for confirmation. "Aininien 303 cleared to Waterwitt, runway 6 right, Talon 3, climb and maintain FL37, squawking 3125."

"Aininien 303 heavy, readback is correct. Contact ground. Goodbye."

"Contacting ground, Aininien 303. Have a nice day."

Minutes later, the aircraft was lined up with runway 6R and prepared to takeoff. In the cabin, some people hurried to pop bubblegum into their mouths to avoid the dreaded ear pop, while aviophobes began to clench the armrests as the engines started to spool, shaking the cabin. Seconds later, the plane suddenly thrust forward and gained speed as it slid down the long concrete runway. Half a minute later, the nose was off the ground, then the rear gear, and finally the tail.

The plane banked to the left slightly to adjust course northward as it began speeding towards its destination. In the cockpit, backup captain Hugo Bréhal was at the controls, while his first officer scribbled down some notes on a clipboard.

As the plane began to level off, a hundred kilometres northwest of Talon, a final transmission was received from Talon tower.

"Aininien 303, contact Namo Centre on 116.2. Have a nice day."

"Contacting Namo, Aininien 303. Thank you."

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Over the Hyperborean Ocean
4:53 p.m. Talon time

"Aininien 303, contact Nevanlinna Oceanic on 140.5. Godspeed."

"Contacting Nevanlinna, Aininien 303. Have a nice day."

Hugo nodded at his first officer, who promptly turned to the radio, fiddled with the buttons to switch from Bethlehem's frequency to Nevanlinna's, and gave him a thumbs up. Hugo pressed down on his radio handset and began talking.

"Nevanlinna Oceanic, Aininien 303 heavy with you at 11400 metres."

[Luziyca]

Igor Myagkov had an enjoyable flight experience... for him, anyway. Once lunch was served, he profusely thanked the stewardess, and started to chow down. However, his back was starting to get sore. Once the stewardess passed him, it was time for him to recline his seat just a bit back... without warning to the passengers behind him.

Not that he gave a shit about the wellbeing of the passengers behind him: he didn't care if the passsenger behind him was a woman, a tall man, or whoever the hell they are. What he wanted was more important than anyone else.

Once he was sufficiently reclined (as far back as the seat can go), he began to wolf down his food. As he allowed the majestic taste of Aininian airline food to go through his taste buds, he felt a sense of nirvana. Truly, this is the best that airline food can ever possibly get. Sure, it may seem shitty, but in comparison to every other airline...

After a few minutes, he was finished with his meal. He dozed off, oblivious to the fact that his snoring would probably piss everyone around him...

[Nevamaa]

Nevanlinna Air Traffic Control Center
Oceanic Sector
Lumikka, Länsimaa, Nevanmaa
4:10pm

"Vjaarluft two zero one, you're leaving our airspace. Contact Nevanlinna Center on one two two decimel five. Ha en bra flyg."

Kyösti Lahtinen took a sip of coffee as he signed off a Vjaarlandic jumbo jet to his colleagues in Nevanlinna Center. He had begun his eight-hour shift and he was already bored. Working in oceanic control was easy, but it was also dull and tedious: just recieve a positional report from each aircraft every 45 minutes, but that's about it. He liked working in the Center more, where there was more responsibility. Here, it would be nearly impossible to screw up.

There were only six other controllers on duty this afternoon in a large, underground room filled with computers and radar screens. Each of them was responsible for a piece of airspace far above the Northern Sea. "Even a single person could take care of it", Lahtinen had always thought, "and even then I could easily play Solitaire on a second screen."

The radio rattled into life. Another aircraft crossing the dark seas north of Nevanmaa: "Nevanlinna Oceanic, Aininien 303 heavy with you at 11400 metres."

"Aininien 303, Nevanlinna Oceanic, bonjour! Cleared for crossing via track HIPPO, flight level one one four at Mach point eight five. Report position every forty five minutes. Keinsteinem Oceanic will be on one one five decimel zero after crossing 60° west."

[FreYhill]

Gate 55, Terminal 1;
Restricted Area, Talon International Airport

After exploring the immense choice of duty free shopping in the terminal, it was time to start heading over to the gate where they will board their plane bound to Waterwitt in Daecon. The family of four, holding a bank balance deep into the green decided to fly on business economy to give their children an experience of a lifetime - not to forget that Parama and Kimhan were more likely to fall asleep on a chair that was well cushioned. A few minutes after the Shinawatras left to go to their plane, they arrived to Gate 55 with 4 minutes to spare before boarding.

According to the check-in and bag drop desk, the Shinawatras would be in the second group to board onto the airplane, with the first class passengers given the privilege of priority boarding before everyone else. After the intercom announced that Flight 303 was now boarding, the Shinawatras remained seated, only to wait 5 minutes before boarding their flight.

After showing their boarding passes at the gate, the Shinawatras began to walk off the concourse and into the airplane, where they would be met by a lovely hostess who was named "Varya". After entering the plane, the hostesses directed the family to their chairs in row 14. After finding their seats, Kitsakan and Yupin put their handheld luggage up in the overhead storage, where it would stay for the next few hours as they speed in the skies for Waterwitt. They were then directed to sit down and put on their seatbelts, where they would be introduced by a safety video in Aininian. After requesting help, the hostesses turned on Toksanese subtitles on the four chairs occupied by the Shinawatras so that the rather young family knew what to do in a rare case of an emergency in the sky.

OOC: First part is a bit late

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Flight 303;
Talon, Ainin to Waterwitt, Daecon

Despite a slight delay on the Aininian tarmac, the Shinawatras barely noticed as they began to play around with the comprehensive in-flight entertainment system. Despite a few missing movies and features the entertainment system was quite similar to the system Toksanese Airlines adopted a few years ago - making it rather easy to navigate. In their last few moments on Aininian soil, the Toksanese family of four looked out of the window, seeing the immense range of carriers coming from every corner of Esquarium. Despite most of the gates being controlled by Aininien, Kitsakan managed to see a Toksanese Airlines Azimut 81 bound for a destination somewhere in Borea.

After being in the sky for a few hours the Aininian hostesses began to serve lunch to everyone on board - from first class at the front to economy at the back. Being in business class meant that the Shinawatras got served quality food before the majority of the long hauling flight - making it easier for Kitsakan and Yupin to contain their children for the rest of the journey. Opting for a poultry based pasta, Kitsakan and Yupin began to eat their food whilst assisting their two infant children. After all, the pair of them wanted everything to be perfect to avoid the dreaded embarrassment of a scream on board the plane.

[Tuthina]

As expected from the price of first class ticket if not for it being a gift, Nyaklan had been enjoying the flight service so far. Once the passengers were allowed to remove seat belt after taking off, she set the poetry book aside and began enjoying the catering service - unlike economy class, where food seem to only serve in strange hours after they had been thoroughly made barely edible, everyone sitting in this portion of the plane had the privilege of ordering drinks any time when service was available. As such, she soon quench her thirst with a glass of fine liquor. While the tamer sparkling wine was more famous in Ainin, the familiar burning taste of her homeland was nonetheless her true calling.

After flying over an ocean and a continent, the view of an ever vaster ocean began to acquire the same routine sensation like the other flights she had been on. As such, she decided to approach her neighbour after coming back from the bathroom.

"Good day, mister. Have you been enjoying the flight?" Nyaklan offered Rzeski the usual friendly smile towards him, having carefully adjusted her posture to look the best without looking unnatural. "After all, it does not seem like your career is one characterised by frequent flights in first class seat. For a special occasion, if I may presume?"

[Qianrong]

As expected from the price of first class ticket if not for it being a gift, Nyaklan had been enjoying the flight service so far. Once the passengers were allowed to remove seat belt after taking off, she set the poetry book aside and began enjoying the catering service - unlike economy class, where food seem to only serve in strange hours after they had been thoroughly made barely edible, everyone sitting in this portion of the plane had the privilege of ordering drinks any time when service was available. As such, she soon quench her thirst with a glass of fine liquor. While the tamer sparkling wine was more famous in Ainin, the familiar burning taste of her homeland was nonetheless her true calling.

After flying over an ocean and a continent, the view of an ever vaster ocean began to acquire the same routine sensation like the other flights she had been on. As such, she decided to approach her neighbour after coming back from the bathroom.

"Good day, mister. Have you been enjoying the flight?" Nyaklan offered Rzeski the usual friendly smile towards him, having carefully adjusted her posture to look the best without looking unnatural. "After all, it does not seem like your career is one characterised by frequent flights in first class seat. For a special occasion, if I may presume?"

Rzeski was mildly surprised to hear a Monic woman speaking French, but tried to respond courteously. "You could say it is a... special occasion," he replied, attempting to sound courteous. "My name is Jón-Paweł. You?"

[Tuthina]

Rzeski was mildly surprised to hear a Monic woman speaking French, but tried to respond courteously. "You could say it is a... special occasion," he replied, attempting to sound courteous. "My name is Jón-Paweł. You?"

"It is my pleasure to meet you, Jón-Paweł. In my homeland, they call me Nyaklan Livangerhau. However, you may also call me Yolande." Nyaklan offered Rzeski a smile as her gentle eyes zooms onto him. "May I ask what occasion would it be? It must be something really important for a working class man to spend a small fortune on such a ticket."

[Qianrong]

Rzeski was mildly surprised to hear a Monic woman speaking French, but tried to respond courteously. "You could say it is a... special occasion," he replied, attempting to sound courteous. "My name is Jón-Paweł. You?"

"It is my pleasure to meet you, Jón-Paweł. In my homeland, they call me Nyaklan Livangerhau. However, you may also call me Yolande." Nyaklan offered Rzeski a smile as her gentle eyes zooms onto him. "May I ask what occasion would it be? It must be something really important for a working class man to spend a small fortune on such a ticket."

Jón-Paweł shifted in his seat slightly. "I have been saving up for this for quite some time," he replied- a white lie, as they were known. "I'm Lecistani. My country is not very well off, nor are most of its people. This is my first chance to see some other part of Esquarium. I had saved up for many months, years even, and nearly lost it all in the war. Being here at all is very special."

[Ainin]

Hugo repeated the tower's instructions. "Cleared via track HIPPO, maintain FL114 and airspeed, Keinsteinem on 115.0 at 60 degrees west, Aininien 303."

He then switched off the radio handset's transmission and turned to his co-pilot. "You know, I'm starving. When's dinner?"

The young co-pilot, whose own stomach began to rumble, glanced at the timepiece on his left wrist and promptly replied. "It's 17:15 our time, dinner service should start soon."

He then consulted a small pamphlet sitting on top of his flight bag for the first-class dinner options. Of course, the two pilots weren't allowed to eat the same meal for fear of food poisoning, so they had to partition their meals every day. "Pretzel bun bacon cheeseburger, chicken pasta in Risagne sauce or beef filet?"

"I call the burger!" Hugo promptly chose, unlike last time when his indecision resulted in him ending up with the god-awful herring kipper casserole.

"I guess that leaves me with the beef then," his lactose-intolerant first officer replied as he grabbed the radio to communicate their dinner choices to Maria.

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In the cabin, the flight attendants began preparing for dinner service. As the last of the meals were transferred from the ovens to the carts on which they would be rolled down the aisle and served to economy passengers, Maria's voice appeared over the PA system.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is the purser speaking. We shall be starting meal service soon. For our guests in economy and premium economy, please keep an eye out for the food cart as it makes its way down the aisle. For our business and first class guests, we shall be coming by shortly to take your orders. Please consult the menu in the seat pocket in front of you for options."

A bilingual flight attendant then repeated Maria's message in Daeconese Gaelic.

A short few moments later, Maria approached the pods where Yolande and Jón-Paweł sat. "Good evening. What will you be having today?"

In the meanwhile, four other flight attendants, two in each alley, had dragged the heavy metal carts to the start of premium economy class and began serving the tinfoil-enclosed prepared meals.

"Chicken or beef?"

[Pisdara]

Flipping through his book, Usseli quickly glanced at his phone. 17:17. God, it felt like he was sitting in that chair for days. Looking out the window, a vast expanse of sea still dominated the landscape. Looking at his neighbour beside him, Usseli shruged. They were some Aininian teenager that basically was engrossed in their music and phone the moment they stepped on the plane, so it wasn't like any deep conversation was occurring. Laying back, Usseli thought of what he would do once he got off in Waterwitt. Stretch, for one. His legs were starting to fall asleep, and he silently plead his bladder to force him to get up and do some walking. He turned back to his book, a general history book on Aininian history. It wasn't recent, published in the 1980s, but it was a decent read if someone wanted to know the basics on Ainin and its history. Laying next to it was a trashier book, an fictional adventure title that Usseli had a guilty pleasure for. He had been switching between them when the former got too dry, and right now seemed a good time to do that.

Suddenly, one of the flight attendants appeared in his aisle, dishing out the night's meal. He had to admit, it looked relatively good for airplane food. The flight attendant finally made her way to him, and asked "Beef or turkey?"

"Turkey", answered Usseli. It was turkey breast seasoned in some Nautaryan sauce with, peppers? It was hard to say. Thanking the attendant for the meal, Usseli opened the foil container and dug in. He didn't realize how hungry he was before now. Picking up a fork-full of vegetables, he stared back out the window. "Probably just over Nevanmaa", he thought to himself. They still had a ways to go before Daecon.

[Qianrong]

In the cabin, the flight attendants began preparing for dinner service. As the last of the meals were transferred from the ovens to the carts on which they would be rolled down the aisle and served to economy passengers, Maria's voice appeared over the PA system.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen. This is the purser speaking. We shall be starting meal service soon. For our guests in economy and premium economy, please keep an eye out for the food cart as it makes its way down the aisle. For our business and first class guests, we shall be coming by shortly to take your orders. Please consult the menu in the seat pocket in front of you for options."

A bilingual flight attendant then repeated Maria's message in Daeconese Gaelic.

A short few moments later, Maria approached the pods where Yolande and Jón-Paweł sat. "Good evening. What will you be having today?"

Jón-Paweł quickly scanned the menu before replying in French, "For the hors d'ouvres, I will have the caviar, for the main course I will take the lamb with... the salad, and the chocolate cake for dessert. And a cup of coffee, with cream." Szczypir, who did not speak French, communicated via pointing that he intended to order the caviar, the pork chops with roast potatoes, the ice cream sundae, and a cup of black tea. Lykraitė used her basic knowledge of the language to order the pate, the Namorese-style quail with roast potatoes, a fruit salad, and a cup of apple juice.

The flight attendants began serving the food. Rzeski quickly drank his cup of coffee- he would need to stay awake for what was ahead- and began nibbling distractedly on the caviar, keeping his eye fixed on the cockpit door. Szczypir began eating with more enthusiasm, but kept his eyes fixed on the cockpit door too. Lykraitė, meanwhile, gave the food her full attention; the quail was well-prepared and somewhat exotic tasting, but- rather stereotypically- she found herself quite loving the potatoes.

In business class, Tatibana ordered beef filet in red wine sauce as his main course, and sake- Senrian rice alcohol- as his beverage. He sipped from the sake slowly, carefully cutting the food and making sure no sauce or liquid wound up on his clothing.

Młodski requested the pasta and a glass of milk, while Lùtórowski took the beef and a can of cola. Olszewski decided on the cheeseburger and some water to drink. The pair ate together, making small talk.

In the meanwhile, four other flight attendants, two in each alley, had dragged the heavy metal carts to the start of premium economy class and began serving the tinfoil-enclosed prepared meals.

"Chicken or beef?"

In premium economy, Biélawski replied "chicken" and was given grilled chicken and rice and a can of cola. He drank his cola slowly, so he'd have some in the cup as long as possible; the grilled chicken was hardly high-class dining, but it was decently tasty and well-prepared.

Tanaka and Yukimura, in economy, also ordered poultry and received turkey breast in pepper sauce; Tanaka got a cup of green tea, whereas Yukimura simply ordered water. Poultry was a common food item in Senria- and both were distinctly disappointed by the rather flavorless piece of turkey breast they received. Tanaka also found himself deeply disappointed in the quality of the green tea.

Jaszdzewski, Zëdewski and Tomôszki all decided on the beef dish offered to economy passengers- a beef casserole. Jaszdzewski had a cup of black tea as his beverage, while Zëdewski ordered an Aininian beer made out of millet. Tomôszki attempted to order vodka, only to find out it was not available to economy class passengers; he decided on red wine, in the hopes that he could drink away the pain of having to sit next to a corpulent Luziycan.

[Tuthina]

Nyaklan's eyes narrowed for a brief moment while maintaining her smile towards Jón-Paweł. However, before she opens her lips again, Maria's approached took her attention away as she was there to take her order for the meal.

"In such case, I can only hope that this special journey will be worth all your savings, mister Jón-Paweł." Despite looking as courteous as always, careful observation would be able to pick up a faint trace of the true thoughts inside her mind, one that was not entirely convinced by his white lie. With a nod, Nyaklan smoothly returned to her seat and began ordering her food: pâté, yogurt sauce, roast chicken salad, and a cheese platter. With a brief ponder about breaking from her routine, she finally opted for the familiar taste of mead or, if failing that, whisky.

"That will be all. Thank you." With a smiling nod, Nyaklan finished her order and rested on the seat, preparing for the arrival of the meal. After all, there were not really a lot of things that could be done anyway, except from offering a smile and a nod to Jón-Paweł when his gaze reached for her again.

[North Daecon]

The flight had now reached dinner time, and it was a good distraction from looking at the ocean for both

The two Daeconese travellers were mostly bored with the flight at hand, although Siobhan had been reading her book and Daniel just listening to music, so they didn't really complain about what food that they were going to get. It was their dinner, after all.

The food carts then came around and started serving the meals, which was poultry with some pepper sauce for the first meal and beef casserole with vegetables for the second. It sounded ok to the both of them, anyway. Daniel took the beef casserole while Siobhan took the turkey with the sauce. It looked.... lets say half decent, and it didn't smell that bad either. Both also ordered drinks, with Siobhan ordering some Aisl soft drink and Daniel getting some cold water.

As they both started to chow down on the meals, they didn't realise what is about to happen.....

[Luziyca]

In the meanwhile, four other flight attendants, two in each alley, had dragged the heavy metal carts to the start of premium economy class and began serving the tinfoil-enclosed prepared meals.

"Chicken or beef?"

That phrase woke up Igor Myagkov from his slumber. Haven't caught it the first time, he asked her to repeat what she just said.

"Chicken or beef?" she said in a more irritated tone.

"I would like the chicken, please," Igor Myagkov responded. "And may I have a beer as well?"

As soon as he received the chicken and can of beer, he glanced towards Tomôszki. In his chipper voice, he said to Tomôszki "I hope your meal will taste very well, mon ami." Within a matter of seconds, he wolfed his grilled chicken down, and he finished his can of beer, crushing it with his bare hands in a manner that was guaranteed to annoy the other passengers around him.

With a nod, he then realized he had to go to the lavatory.

"Excuse me," he said to Tomôszki as he unbuckled himself and got up. He have not moved since lunchtime. As soon as he was relatively upright, he waddled his way to the aisle, and then up towards the lavatory. He locked the door, and felt hopeful that Tomôszki's flight experience will be less miserable...

[Katranjiev]

As Maria arrived to take their orders, Anna Vang glanced at her husband, Prince Andrei.

"I hope he makes up his mind," he thought.

At the same time, Prince Andrei was sitting next to her, while their three-month old son, Prince Igor cooed on his lap.

"Good evening," Andrei began. "I would like the toasted bread pieces with pâté, the boneless quail in a Namorese-style with spicy roast potatoes, and for desert, I would like the ice cream sundae, s'il vous plaît, mon amie."

When Maria reached Anna Vang's pod, Anna Vang took her order.

"I would like the same thing as my husband, ma'am," she said with a hint of a Riroese accent. "Doshe."

[Sjealand]

Idalina smiled to Maria. ''Good evening, i think i will take Caviar, boneless quail, roast potatoes, the seven cheese platter and hmm warm Tuthinan tea.'' She looked to her colleague who was sleeping in his chair. ''Just a second Miss, i'll wake him up.'' She gently shoved his shoulder, with no reaction recieved. Once more she gently shoved it, and to her relief Manfred woke up, sending her a death-stare. ''Manfred the dinner lady is here'' she politely informed him. His eyes widened as he turned to Maria. ''Hello there Miss, if its not a problem id like uh..'' he fumbled for the menu. ''Shall we say Caviar, Lamb, Roast Chicken Salad, fruit salad and if you have it some Akvavit. But if you dont have it id like to order a glass of wine. Have a nice evening.'' He then looked to Idalina, See anything interesting out there?'' he said as he gestured to the window, removing the rheum from his eyes.

''Not much to be honest'' she answered ''Just water, some islands and the occasional ship.''

[Ainin]

As the pilots eagerly awaited their meals, a creaking noise was suddenly heard from the back of the cockpit. A sliding door opened next to a utility closet, and out emerged Captain Caroline Noël and her first officer, who were emerging from the crew rest area underneath the cockpit. After getting a good half-day of rest, their time to take over the command of the flight would soon come. Caroline looked at her wristwatch, and then whiffed the air.

"Ah damnit, don't tell me you guys ordered dinner without us?"

Hugo replied with a sheepish smile.

Before Caroline could say anything else, a knock was heard on the door. It was Maria, carrying two steaming trays of hot meals with fresh salads and hearty soups. Caroline fumed as Hugo got out of his chair to unlock the reinforced steel entryway. She walked in with both her hands full, precariously balancing a tray on each. With the glass of cola dangerously close to spilling, locking the door was the least of her concerns.

[Qianrong]

As the pilots eagerly awaited their meals, a creaking noise was suddenly heard from the back of the cockpit. A sliding door opened next to a utility closet, and out emerged Captain Caroline Noël and her first officer, who were emerging from the crew rest area underneath the cockpit. After getting a good half-day of rest, their time to take over the command of the flight would soon come. Caroline looked at her wristwatch, and then whiffed the air.

"Ah damnit, don't tell me you guys ordered dinner without us?"

Hugo replied with a sheepish smile.

Before Caroline could say anything else, a knock was heard on the door. It was Maria, carrying two steaming trays of hot meals with fresh salads and hearty soups. Caroline fumed as Hugo got out of his chair to unlock the reinforced steel entryway. She walked in with both her hands full, precariously balancing a tray on each. With the glass of cola dangerously close to spilling, locking the door was the least of her concerns.

It was finally the moment that Rzeski, and the others, had been waiting for- the cockpit door was open. This was their chance to seize control of the plane, take the pilots hostage. He had a knife on his person, and he knew Szczypir had both a knife and what looked very much like a bomb on his person. Hopefully, that would be enough to subdue any attempted resistance from the crew of the airplane.

He stood up calmly, trying to not draw attention to himself, and began walking towards the cockpit, his hand keeping close to the jacket pocket with the concealed knife. As he passed the first row, where Szczypir sat, he gestured at his compatriot; Szczypir got up and followed him.

The two men stepped into the cockpit. Rzeski closed the door behind them.

[Ainin]

Maria heard the door slam behind her, not a terribly rare occurrence on a moving plane flying in the turbulent skies above the constantly-fluctuating currents of the Hyperborean Ocean. She placed the trays into the laps of the two pilots, taking extra care not to spill Hugo's glass of ice-cold cola. It was only when she turned around to leave that she noticed the two men.

Unnerved by their sudden and unauthorised appearance, she attempted to project an air of hospitality. With a grin, she asked:

"Gentlemen, can I help you?"

As soon as she spoke to the Lecs, all four pairs of eyes at the front of the cockpit turned around. Neither Hugo, Caroline or their first officers knew what was about to happen, but they knew that it was more than two passengers innocently getting lost.

While the scene was unfolding, Hugo's first officer Marc, a 27-year old right out of the Air Force, discreetly moved his hand towards the transponder, out of instinct. Everyone waited for the unannounced intruders to make the next move.

[Qianrong]

Maria heard the door slam behind her, not a terribly rare occurrence on a moving plane flying in the turbulent skies above the constantly-fluctuating currents of the Hyperborean Ocean. She placed the trays into the laps of the two pilots, taking extra care not to spill Hugo's glass of ice-cold cola. It was only when she turned around to leave that she noticed the two men.

Unnerved by their sudden and unauthorised appearance, she attempted to project an air of hospitality. With a grin, she asked:

"Gentlemen, can I help you?"

As soon as she spoke to the Lecs, all four pairs of eyes at the front of the cockpit turned around. Neither Hugo, Caroline or their first officers knew what was about to happen, but they knew that it was more than two passengers innocently getting lost.

While the scene was unfolding, Hugo's first officer Marc, a 27-year old right out of the Air Force, discreetly moved his hand towards the transponder, out of instinct. Everyone waited for the unannounced intruders to make the next move.

Szczypir quickly pulled out his knife and thrust it against Maria's throat. With his free hand, he carefully unbuttoned his coat, revealing what looked like a suicide vest underneath.

"Do not touch that transponder," Rzeski barked in highly accented French, pulling out his own knife. "We are taking control of this plane. You will turn off the radio, the transponder, the in-flight wifi, and any other communications systems. You will then redirect this plane and fly it to Nevanlinna. If you attempt to resist, then we will not hesitate to destroy this plane."

"We have friends in the cabin of the plane," he continued. "They are armed as well. If they hear anything suspicious going on here, then they will destroy this plane too."

[Luziyca]

Myagkov was finally done with his business in the lavatory. After washing his hands, he made his way back to the seat, not knowing of recent events that have occurred in the cockpit that may change the course of his flight, let alone his life.

He soon saw an empty seat, next to the passenger he had been sitting next to.

After a brief stretch, and before he was about to sit down, his palm made contact with his face. He must have left his multilingual phrasebook in Ainin which contained some useful phrases in various Esquarian languages: French, Gaelic, and a few others, including some obscure tongues, like... Lec.

Eh.

He'll try and get another one when the plane arrives in Daecon.

Glancing at Tomôszki, he took his place. In a matter of moments, he buckled himself up, and once the rolls of fat spilled over onto Tomôszki's seat, he turned to him.

"If he cannot understand my language," Igor Myagkov muttered under his breath, "I'll try and speak their tongue with what little Lec I remember, since I think he is a Lec."

Here goes.

"Witéj," he began, horribly mangling the Lec language.

It was only going to get worse from here on out.

After a lengthy pause while he tried to remember what the phrase "How are you?" was in Lecistani. After a while, he remembered, and uttered it. Unfortunately for Myagkov, the actual words meant something along the lines "I have three testicles."

God help him.