“Ladies and gentlemen you join us here again for a glorious day here at Queensmont for the 53rd annual airship race. Going is good fluffy, minimal bird traffic but the wind is mildly fierce and a little greasy.
Taking their places are fan favourites; The Lord Arthur, Anabelle’s Twilight, In Midnight Clad, Dances in Daytime and of course Seramiggia. Beside them stand many more than I can count, and the excitement is, of course, palpable.
Over the next two weeks they will be flying from here in the heart of Argus to the Great Purple Jewel of Seranus by route picked by this year’s judges. The competition is fierce, the trash talking has started and I do believe I just heard a cannon shot. Hold onto your hats ladies and gentlemen it’s going to be a wild ride.”
The radio crackled on the bridge of the Wistful Spirit. The message stung a little, a clear note that the small airship wasn’t quite important enough to be counted among the kings of the sky, but that didn’t matter. This was the year one of those juggernauts would lose, and who better than a small ship like this one.
Still tensions were high as the wait for the starting signal to sound dragged on. Long agonising moments that lasted from the first light of dawn. For a pilot it meant you couldn’t leave your seat because if you did you’d lose precious seconds, and for everyone else it was that coffee cup shaking anticipation that had you going back and forth from the john every twenty minutes.
Still there was no lie that the lines of airships stretching out from the sky dock to the far side of Queensmont was impressive. There was every size and model ranging from the original Leven Carriers to the newer specialist models like Erinson’s Firefly. There were even shadows cast by Argus warships like In Midnight Clad. It was enough to make any airship engineer sweat.
Who could say how this year would go?
Hosted and narrated by:
Jack Mould (Tickett_Bror)
Scenes played: 2
License: Community License