Re: Festival of Journeys - In the Air
On cue with the announcements about the demonstration, the loud roar of powerful engines can be heard from the launch area on the ground, amplifying as if coming towards the crowds at great speed. The sound raises for a moment longer, and finally, its source shows itself - a formation of Artimisia class fighters, flying in perfect diamond formation, passes majestically above the Festival grounds. Even at this speed, it is easy to admire the sleek and smooth design of the Anthegenian fighters, their graceful shapes soaring through the skies with agility and poise.
Six fighters make up the formation, and those in the crowd familiar with the ADF at all immediately recognize Anthegenian's Ace Team: Blackjack Squadron, led by ADF Air Marshall Iblis Sanguinus. Some people in the crowd seem to point out, however, that the Blackjacks number five, not six, and thus the identity of the mysterious 'sixth wing' that takes up the rear of the formation leads to some excited speculation among enthusiasts and fans of the team.
The squadron warms up the crowd with a few simply turns above the festival grounds, circling the area a few times like great birds of prey to the cheering of the attendance. And it is then, after one last sharp turn that brings the diamond formation flying straight towards Princess Sophia's platform, that the airshow truly begins.
Raising high into the air, the diamond splits into two lines of three at breakneck speed, before spiraling towards the ground in a dizzying display of piloting skills. As they do so, the essence engines' exhausts let out streams of crimson colored dust, tracing graceful lines against the pale blue sky. In perfect synchronicity, the six planes start to roll while diving towards the ground, giving the red trails following them the appearance of twirling ribbons falling beautifully towards the earth.
Before the planes reach too close to the ground, they pull back up as one sharply, arranging in an inverted 'V' formation surrounding Air Marshall Sanguinus before passing the festival grounds and looping around, returning quickly to their show space. As they do so, the squadron tightens their formation to the point where the crafts are almost touching one another, to gasps and excited squeals from the attendance. Breaking away to a safer distance, the pilots then engage in an impressive game of musical chairs, changing places withing the formation without breaking its form or structure - sometimes, the crafts seem to pass mere inches from one another, and yet the routine seems so well-oiled and practiced that there is not even a speck of hesitation in their maneuvers.
For the coming minutes, the ships raise and fall and dance into the air, coloring the festival skies in multiple colors and hues, tracing figures as if painting with the immense azure as their canvas. Rolling and breaking and spiraling at dizzying speeds, the Artimisia squadron seem to push the limits of their very crafts, veritable sky acrobats expressing the true freedom and incomparable euphoria that flight brings.
To finish their breathtaking demonstrations, the squadron breaks into two groups again, flying apart from one another while releasing deep red smoke into the air - tracing an immense, triumphant 'V' above the festival grounds. Those familiar with Anthegeninan history would recognize this display as the same one the ADF showcased centuries ago, on the day Ark Primavera was officially decommissioned after its last successful campaign, and the founders ordered their pilots to trace the great 'V' of Victory for all to see - the moment to venerable Ark ceased to be a military ship, and became the city of Anthegenia.
The moment bears particular meaning for those who followed Iblis' career as well: he was part of the original formation on that blessed day, the youngest member of Anthegenia's Ace Squadron flying rear position among the ADF's greatest. It holds a certain nostalgic feeling, as if the once rookie turned Air Marshall leads his squadron in a heartfelt tribute to those who have come and gone in service above Anthegenian skies.
With the majestic 'V' still in the skies, the Artimisia tumble downwards, and then shift their form as one - the graceful ships changing shape into their sleek warstrider forms. Slowing their descent while standing shoulder to shoulder, the warstrider team stops in front of Sophia's platform where Vanileth stays - and then, as one, execute one final, heartfelt and respectful salute for the God that makes their presence possible.