Emperi Splero of the Spleraina Dynasty was just helping his son Kian on loading the heavy baggage in their old World War One biplane. Officers Johivo and Korifo, Splero's two trusted military allies, were both refuelling the plane with jerrycans full of aviation fuel.
"Is everything set, Kian?"
Kian nodded.
"All of the baggage were being carefully placed, Dad."
Splero patted his nape with his own palm.
"Are you sure the rifles that we're bringing to Dutch Harbor were still operational?"
"Uhh...Just a second, Pop."
Kian checked the duffel bags.
"My Krag-Jorgensen is still ok, Splero but I'm afraid your 1903 Springfield needed some maintenance."
Splero sighed.
"Don't worry about that, Kian. I'll handle that once we get there. Ok?"
Johivo patted his shoulder.
"Your plane's being fueled for the trip to Dutch Harbor, Sire."
"Thanks for the assist."
Splero boarded the plane and as Kian buckled in, the plane's old piston engine sputtered to life.
"Ah, that's more like it!"
Korifo laughed in a triumphant manner.
"It's good to hear the running sound of an old World War One biplane's piston engine in 80 years!"
Splero chuckled.
"Oh you should be, Korifo. Bear in mind that the Royal Splerainese Air Force will never ever phase its old biplanes out from its fleets."
As Splero buckled on, Johivo removed the wheel blocks.
"You're cleared for the trip, Sire."
"Thanks, Johivo. Me and Kian will be sent you, Korifo and the others some postcards from Alaska! I hope Regents Mikano and Miakra would be taking good care of my Queen Rokusena and my dynasty."
When the biplane started to move towards the runway, Splero and Kian wore their flying goggles.
"See you guys soon!"
Johivo and Korifo waved the duo good-bye.
"Take care, Sire!"
"May the Splerai reign!"
While the two military aides kept on waving their hands and scarfs, the old gray biplane finally departed from the landing strip.
...
After a long flight from Spleraina, Splero and Kian finally arrived inside Alaskan airspace. With only a gallon of fuel left, the Emperi who was commandeering the biplane was now looking for the landing strip that he constructed from the Second World War. Flying in the height that nearly reaches the roofs of some high rising buildings, Splero and Kian were both searching for it.
"Son, can you see my Alaskan landing strip in there?"
"Standby."
With a pair of small binoculars, Kian then saw a hangar and a cleared path on the snow below.
"I found it, Dad. It's on the right side!"
"Ok then."
Carefully, Splero landed the biplane on the icy landing strip. As the aircraft slowed down, the Emperor switched the engine off while Kian disembarked.
"Ah, yes! It's good to visit back on Alaskan soil...err...I mean snow, that is."
Splero snickered.
