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Part 6: Extrauniversal Diplomacy

A diplomat from the New World Union, a certain Robert Forester, has elected to fly to the Kingdom of Morostia. To be more specific, he was flying to the rather hilariously named Morostian capital of Baljaujdus. The flight had chosen an oversea route in order to prevent possible Lecelnan diplomatic reprisals, and then once at the Dadonian-Morostian Gulf, fly south over the Morostian side of the water body.

They began their trip, flying calmly and somewhat speedily above the ocean. It was a rather uneventful trip, with Forester occasionally looking out the window to view the ocean. Alien whales and dolphins were seen leaping from the water, and what looked like hybrids of orcas and sperm whales with some fantasy flair were also seen periodically spyhopping to get a better view of the flight as they sped by.

The plane was loaded with exotic foods from the New World Union, though 'exotic' was a bit of a stretch, since while yes, the foods would normally be exotic in the wild, farming production had boosted these exotic foods in such quantity to the point where they would become commonplace. Forester sat back in his above-first class equivalent cabin, the soft seat reclining and contorting to fit his back.

Forester would press a button, and an inflight meal would manifest on a table that indeed too just manifested itself. It was a light-ish fish dish, cooked from harvesting prime marshland fish wyverns and their rather spicy magma-loving cousins, as well as some grains and some juice on the side, with a screen popping up in his UI telling him how many courses there were. It would state that there was one more after the dish that just manifested. 

He began eating, sometimes sparing a glance at the HSF fighters escorting his aircraft. Forester then decided to watch a movie while having his meal, hopefully being able to enjoy his meal before arriving at his destination. Another diplomatic trip to Dadonia had its route intersect with his, so their flight was briefly visible for an even briefer period. 

The Dadonian flight had chosen the fast route, blazing across the sky and reaching Dadonia's capital Tirazoche at incredible speeds. Just now, Forester's Morostian flight began to dive to 7,500 feet to increase visibility and to improve their intended shock-and-awe tactic. Visible down by the beach however were groups upon groups of what seemed like gray-ish fantasy dragons.

It appeared they were there to breed or at the very least mingle with each other, as dragons with visibly taller horns and larger snouts seemed to clump up more with shorter-horned dragons but especially near the lucky ones. All of the present dragons were notably thin, malnutrition seeming the main cause. Upon closer inspection, some dragons seemed incredibly desperate for any form of sustenance, with bloodshot eyes among other features being prevalent. 

The aforementioned incredibly lucky ones who had a few small piles of fish, birds, or other wildlife near them showed enough intelligence to share what they had. These dragons then began to notice the flight above. One flew up towards the flight, followed by another, then another, then another. They had aggressive expressions as they flew up.

Forester's fighter escort noticed this, and some of his accompanying F-51s broke off to engage. The dragons streaming up like waves now began firing their acidic breaths at the planes. This immediately alerted the aircraft controllers to their hostile intent, which then gave them the warrant to dive on them. An F-51 controller spoke into her mic. "Bio-hostiles moving up on us, AWACS, orders?" "We(a)p(on)s free and hot." the AWACS controller responded.

The F-51s' cannons lit up like fireworks when diving on the dragons, at least three being killed from each half-second of firing, the dragons falling down like hail onto the ground. The near constant stream of dragons was being cut off now by the hail of laserfire. The ground below was slightly shaking from the fallen dragons.