The tarmac was bustling with workers loading and unloading cargo and other assorted military supplies from cargo planes.
It was not hard to find Captain Fairchild and his companions for they were the ones surrounded by curious onlookers and they were in a large open space away from the buildings.
"Captain, I'd like you to meet our commander," Deimos said. Captain Fairchild moved closer to look at Stripetail. The crowd parted for him. At fourteen feet tall, Captain Fairchild towered over the Great Valley archers.
"...All this time, I thought Captain Fairchild was the pilot," Zachary muttered.
"Well, pilot and plane are one and the same in this case," Rime replied.
Greetings, Commander," Captain Fairchild said, dipping his front end in an imitation of a bow. "I suppose you would like to meet my two other companions?"
Deimos nodded. "If you would, Captain."
"Major Lockie and Lt. Martin, I have some friends who wish to meet you," Captain Fairchild said via private radio to them.
The two planes rolled over to the new arrivals. The crowd parted for them, lest they be crushed. Of course, being alive they would move on the ground without starting their engines, albeit at about five miles per hour.
Soon, the three were lined up on separate runways as not to intrude upon each other's personal space.
Major Lockie's size dwarfed even Captain Fairchild - at almost forty feet tall, he was almost as tall as some of the airport buildings!
2nd Lt. Gen was middle height, sixteen feet tall, just a little taller than Captain Fairchild.
The two other planes politely waited for Stripetail to finish greeting Captain Fairchild.