The Cape Kimberly International Airshow

The Cape Kimberly International Airshow

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The Federal Republic of Rhodesialund is proud to announce that it will be hosting an international airshow at Cape Kimberly and all foreign nations are invited to participate and demonstrate their air prowess and new crafts.


This event will be taking place on the 14th of December. Two days from now, more than enough time to send delegates, military observers, and your local aerobatics performance team.

As the first official military aerobatics performance team in Rhodesialund, we are proud to introduce our Navy’s pride and joy that will be participating…

THE BLUE VIXENS!


This squad will be flying our latest and greatest Tomcat in service. The F-14F Super Tomcat!

“Kral Commodore Nevikalu!” Vanse Iliskalu, the Minister of the Interior of Vekaiyu exclaimed after checking his email notifications. “It appears Rhodesialund is hosting an air show.”

“So?”

“Well, it might be a good idea to attend, perhaps?”

“I don’t really feel like sending my aircraft out of combat zones and participating in a show. I’ll show them taking out resistance batteries. Not in some kind of show.”

“On the contrary,” Vekaiyun Premier Ikrisia Levinile said after overhearing their conversation as their meeting continued to break. “We must show our authority in the air to aid our Kerilo ally, British Grand Pacific. These things are not trivial, Nevikalu, entire nations gauge performance at these international air shows.”

“Ma’am,” the human Kral Commodore began, “I can’t keep my men off the battlefield.”

“Of course you can,” she replied. “You can because I’ve worked with you for some five years, and I know you are capable with less, especially when your job is on the line.” She smiled. “Iskaristre may be dead, but your competition is not. There are many hungry officers who have clawed their way up the ranks, many of which I have personally taken note of their acumen on the battlefield and interactions with other officers. It would be a shame to have to consider them, especially when they would be able to produce the same results with less.”

Nevikalu glared at her. “Yes’m.”

“I want the finest of Vekaiyun fighters on display. Doing so would subdue Prussia and assert Kerilo dominance in that corner of the world.”

“Yes’m.”

“Especially when you are unable to commit to support in Allegheny at this time. Perhaps they will be useful upon their return, yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“And perhaps we could convince other nations to join our cause. Yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Most excellent. I am grateful you and I think on the same wavelength.”

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FROM THE DESK OF KRAL COMMODORE NEVIKALU

To whom it may concern,

We’ll be able to commit some craft for your air show. Please keep contact with us and we’ll be sure to mosey on over when you need us.

Sincerely,
Yamano Nevikalu

— End quote

Meanwhile 500 miles off the coat of Rhodesialund…

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The Grand Admiral of Navy sits in the captains chair, overlooking the carrier flight deck operations. He sees a Super Tomcat taxiing it’s way to the catapult, the men of different assorted colored shirts prepping it, checking the weapons, and then clearing out the way of the powerful and gracefully aging plane. He raises a mug of black coffee and sips on it as he watches the yellowshirt do the classic gun stance and gives the signal to launch.

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The pilot of the plane kicks the throttle to afterburner and the engine gives a bellowing roar that even inside the safety of the commander’s deck, the plane was loud. The catapult initiates and sends it from 0 to 250 miles per hour in the matter of 2 seconds, flinging the powerful and heavyweight airplane off the flight deck and into the air…

The Grand Admiral feels a chill go up his spine and laughs. “Whew, that’s one thing you never get bored of” he says as he looks at the General of the Air Force. The General was a guest and the two highly ranked men of their own branches were meeting because of the Internation Airshow happening soon.

“Now I understand why you decided to keep them instead of going for a new platform,” the general states. He too felt that chill go up his spine.

“Yep, those girls remind me of a certain middle aged librarian who had legs when I was twenty.” He replies in a humorous and suggestive manner.

“Maybe, but why have a middle aged librarian with legs when you could have a supermodel?”

“Less drama, more action,” the Admiral says and the both of them laugh heartily for a few minutes. That entire conversation was heard by every man and woman working on the Commander’s deck. It was rare that two highly respected men of different branches got along well. The two men were in their late 60’s, their bodies having the youth of a 30 year old but their faces and hair said otherwise. They looked out on the horizon and stared for a few minutes at their home nation, Rhodesialund, it being a mass of land that’s barely seen with the naked eye.

“So, what’s the plan for the security of the airshow?” asked the Grand Admiral.

“Simple, we maintain air patrols and keep squadrons on alert at all times. I suggest you keep your anti-sub patrols going on overtime. Last thing we need are for a bunch of fascists or communist zealots trying to shit on the party.”

“Done and done. Got any surprises in store for the show?”

“Not really, we were gonna showcase a new recon drone but engine problems persisted. You?”

“Maybe,” the admiral grins, “you might like what we have under the flight deck…”[edit_reason]giant image[/edit_reason]

The Airshow is Live!

The airshow opens, most of the planes scheduled to show have already parked at their assigned spots. People of all nationalities came here to soak in the spectacle of the numerous planes and companies that have decided to show off their product. People can be seen walking around the planes, looking at the props, wing designs, the looks and glimmer of metal on such a perfect day like today.

The temperature was in the low 80’s, humidity still present in a tropical nation like Rhodesialund, and wind was nonexistent. The sun was out and there was very little cloud cover. The Grand Admiral and General of the Air Force were at their assigned seats in the stands. Military observers and agency spooks were cleverly disguised among the population, hoping to see anything that might be new and write down the data about it. Various defense contractor companies were present to observe what new toys their competition has put out while airline companies try and broadcast their name, trying to reach out to larger and larger crowds.

Food bars and snack stations were conveniently located inside of the airport and it reduced the amount of waste on the airport grounds. Foreign object debris was something the airport employees were concerned about, knowing that even a stray water bottle was enough to shut down an engine should it be sucked in.

In the announcer’s box, placed in the air control tower, an aging man walked in, set his belonging aside, and started up the mic which was connected to all the speakers across the grounds and stands and inside the airport. A team of sound specialists were working alongside him, making sure that the equipment worked flawlessly. On such a big event, even a little mistake would be judged harshly.

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The aging man in the announcer’s floor of the air control tower spoke.

“The Cape Kimberly International Airshow will be starting in 1 hour.” His voice rumbling throughout the grounds.

The very same aging announcer set up and spoke into the mic, broadcasting his voice in a rumbling yet somewhat excited voice.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the first ever International Airshow hosted at Cape Kimberly! All Rhodesialundians please stand for the national anthem!”

Every citizen of the nation stood and faced to a single lone flag that was raised. At the stands were a group of men in their 90’s, stuck in wheelchairs. They took off their hats of proud service and looked at the flag, remembering the blood, sweat, and tears that had been shed in the ideas of which the flag has stood for.

The anthem continued for a minute before finally ending and then a huge fleet of F-14F Super Tomcats flew overhead. The roar of the engines drowning out the sounds of applause as they pass over.

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“And let the show begin!” shouted the announcer over the speakers.

Each respective airplanes followed by an assigned narrator did their performance in front of the crowds of people with popular songs playing over the speakers. First came the warbirds, old planes privately owned that saw past service in the wars across Urth. Many of them being propeller planes and early jets.

The next was a showing of the Rhodesialund’s Air Force. A single F/A-22 Raptor and A-10 Warthog flew alongside it’s ancestors, the P-51D Mustang and the F-4E Phatom.

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The next showings were of technology demonstrators and civilian airliners trying to show off their new planes. A few hours later of constant entertainment and then when the showing of the nation’s strategic air lifter ending with it landing, the announcer spoke through the mic once more .

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“I am handing off the mic to a new announcer, one whose voice you will recognize.” He chuckles and gets off.

“Goooooood dayyyyy everyoneee!” The all too familar voice sounded through the speakers as a series of blue and gold painted airplanes begin taxing their way to the runway. The cheers and screams of the people begin to grow as they recognized what was going on.

“This is Mike Trenton of the Blue Vixens! With such a major air show here in this great nation, we felt that it wouldn’t be complete without us!”

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Mike Trenton announced for a short while, keeping the crowds entertained as the Blue Vixen F-14F Super Tomcats begun their takeoff prep, spooling up the engines and the throaty roar begun to fill the air. “Ladies and Gentlemen! I present to you! The Blue Vixens!!!” He exclaimed loudly through the speakers, then the sounds of one of the most popular songs in the region played through the speakers, just loud enough to mingle with the sounds of the engines.

The sounds of the engines roaring only grew when the pilots of the highly selective and trained squadron punched the throttle and screamed down the runway, taking off in a 90* angle when they gained enough speed and climbed to an altitude of 1,000 ft before leveling off.

“That ladies and gentlemen, was a straight up climb to 1,000 feet thanks to the upgraded Pittney engines putting out at an impressive dry thrust of 26,000 lbs! Nearly double that of the engine power of the F-14D, the previous iteration of the great Tomcat legacy! With this amount of Raw power, this plane can supercruise! Or break the sound barrier without the use of afterburner!”

In perfect timing, a single Blue Vixen passes overhead the crowds, breaking the sound barrier with ease and showing the all too classic trail of vapors around the plane.

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The lyrics of the famous pop song played as the engine noise lowered, “… you want it, I know you want it, Your a goood Girrrlllll!!!” The catchy beat playing. The professional aerobatics team continued their demonstration with various moves.

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The Diamond 360, Opposing Knife-edge pass, Diamond Roll, Opposing inverted to inverted rolls, diamond aileron roll, fortus, diamond dirty loop, minimum radius turn, double farvel, opposing minimum radius turn, sneak pass, and finally, a delta formation over the crowds before finally flying off into the beautiful horizon. Going elsewhere for more airshows and to keep up a positive image of the nation’s navy.

With the end of the Blue Vixen’s show, the older announcer hopped back on the mic and said.

“Now don’t you go just yet, we have a surprise in store for you people. The Rhode Navy is also proud to present the next generation fighter. Straight from the deepest pockets of this nation’s Research and Development department!”

A single lone and unknown jet screams over the airfield, shocking everyone at what a sight it was, a brand new plane that was relatively new to their eyes.

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“We present to you! THE F/A-44 Vampire!”

The plane then landed on the clear runway, going from 250 miles per hour to a walking pace through the duration of the runway. It taxied and was escorted by military Oshkosh with mounted Heavy machine guns, the trucks maintaining a perimeter at a respectable distance around the prototype plane, serving as a deterrent to any potential terrorists or agency spook wanting to get too close to it.


Everyone looked at the plane with awe and wanted to see more. However, the plane was only there for a quick demonstration. It was to land, taxi in front of the crowds slowly, taxi back to the runway, and take off. The trucks maintained a perimeter until it was time for the Vampire to take off, which it did successfully and the plane slowly gained speed, then took off. It didn’t fly off into the distance just yet, instead it gave one more pass for the crowds, this time slowly and then it punched the throttle and flew off to whatever black site it came from.