The dragoness Commander of XCI # 33 had already flipped on the warning klaxxons minutes before you arrived and the Castle was already filling up with lost aviators,descendents of lost aviators and
folk such as you who had climbed the ladder and decided to stay.
XCI#33 was awfully big afterall and had caught aeroplanes,missiles,balloons,kites and some
fellow claiming to be a wizard from another cloud island named < Oz >
So John Scarfe,the Australian astronaut who'd vanished 17 years earlier stepped
out of the crowds and asked the dragoness
what her intentions were for XCI#33
So the dragoness
laid it on the line
-about a thousand ICBM's still parked in missile silos in the American midwest
a similar number in Russia and China
about 200 suitcase sized A bombs hidden somewhere in the world
a few missiles in North Korea
some in Israel and Iran
well,and you get the picture
The dragoness figured they'd take her up
out of range of anti missile missles from Reagans defence shield
yet too low for the anti satellite satellites
to get them with crossfire from their directed energy weapons
There were also the matter of the military robots hidden inert behind
steel doors in military bases,the giant radioactive cats,dogs and grasshoppers
penned away at Area 51
the crazy super criminals incarcerated at Arnham Prison and the left over ICBM's that would launch when their dead mans switches detected
no one was left alive.
The Commander dragoness figured Washington DC would get nuked at least a dozen times in the next three hours
and word from the Commanders of the other X class cloud islands was that some nutjob in mainland China,who'd
gone mad making Star Trek toys years earlier
had set about three ICBM's to nuke any placename with
"Vulcan" in it
So you just stood there and stared stupidly as Scarfe and the dragoness
fired up XCI#33's altitude engines