Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Bangkok
"Since that we're hosting, why don't we officially introduce our country first" Prasert kicked off the conversation. "We are the Kingdom of Siam, Our current monarch is King Rama V, Our current population is approximately 8.26 million people, and about 30k active personnel across all branches which include both the army and navy, Our main exports are Rice, Ivory and Jungle products." Prasert briefly introduced. "Rice? you say?" Ferdinand responded. "Yes, why?" Prasert asked back curiously. "Well, coincidentally, we're looking to import rice right now, the wheat harvest this season was the worst we've experienced since the last decade, and other countries are experiencing the same thing, luckily the countries that produce rice were more than happy to export." The foreign diplomat explained.
The discussions continued smoothly, until suddenly, "Say, do you hear that?" Prasert asked. "Yeah, I do, it sounds like someone is driving above us." Ferdinand responded. They soon rushed outside and looked up. "WHAT IN GODS NAME IS THAT?!?!?!" Ferdinand shouted in confusion. Prasert, keeping a calm expression, "Ohhh, that must be one of those airplanes them farangs just invented." "What are they doing here though?" Prasert asked himself.
23rd January 1941
Don Muang Airport, Bangkok
Our timeline
"Yo dude, you heard it yet?" A pilot asked his rear gunner. "Heard what?" the rear gunner responded confused. "The mission tomorrow, Group Captain left us a message before going out today." The pilot answered the question. "Ohhhh, you mean that mission? the one where we're supposed to meet at 1200 tomorrow above the skies of Ankor Wat" "yeah that, you ready for it? "sorta, I mean I am in the airforce for a reason." he responded confidently. "Well, suit your self, anyways, its getting late, lets head to bed" the pilot said.
24th January 1941
1000
"Yo dude, the Hawk IIIs are already preparing to taking off, wanna get ready?" Rear gunner Sgt. Sirirat (Rod) Chaichana said to Plt. Off. Akat Raksiam, "Yeah sure, lemme go put on my flight suit, meet me at the hangar" Akat responded while quickly walking to the locker room, after a short while he arrived at the hangar, where Rod was already waiting for him, and just as the last Hawk III took off, "Dude Im here, lets get ready, we're up next after the Martins" Akat shouted to his friend, "right right yeah yeah" Rod responded half-heartedly, Rod himself didn't want to actually be a rear gunner, he'd hope to become a pilot, but after failing his officer exam he had to settle to being a rear gunner. Rod first climbed into the gunner's seat, then Akat, they both strap into their respective seats. Soon the mechanic arrived to start their plane up. "Yooooo dude how u doin today maaaan" Akat said friendly to the mechanic, they were middle-school friends who for a few years grew up together, "Startin' planes as usual, where you headed to this time" The mechanic asked curiously, "Its Ankor Wat this time, we gon' get revenge at the Frenchies" Akat responded, as soon as those words left his mouth his Ki-30 roared to life, "Welp, good luck to you, and off I go to start the rest of the planes, see ya." The mechanic said with a straight face. Little did they know, this would be the last time, for a long time that they would meet one another.
The Ki-30s taxi'd onto the runway just as the last of the 3 Martin B-10s lifted off the ground. Akat and Rod were in the second set of the Ki-30s, they took off in groups of three. Soon, Akat was in the lead on the runway, he shoved his throttle forwards, the plane jolted forwards, making Akat stick to his seat. "Bro, can't you be gentler?" Rod shouted from his rear gunners position. "I nearly slammed my fucking face into the MG" He added half-angrily. "Yeah yeah" Akat responded blandly, he was too focused on taking off to care. He checked the Airspeed indicator, 80 knots, 90 knots, 100 knots, He gently pulled the stick back, and the plane slowly lifted off the ground, they were airborne.
2 hours later, and they were over Angkor wat. The Gp. Capt. had just given out the order to change into groups of 3, and prepare to dive bomb as soon as they were directly over Angkor wat Airfield. As soon as they finished grouping, they were over the airfield. Seeing this, Ki-30 No. 6, Gp. Capt.'s Nagoya deployed airbrakes and started diving. Akat was in the group behind him, after spotting the group infront of him, he followed suit, he reached over and deployed the airbrakes, cut the throttle, and shoved the stick forwards, the plane quickly pointed itself downwards, and barreled towards the ground, the altimeter spun rapidly, indicating the descent, 800m, 700m, 600m, 500m, bombs away, Akat reached over and pulled the lever, the bombs screamed towards the earth before cutting through the hangar roof and wedging itself between the ammunition boxes, Akat quickly pulled up before the hangar became a fiery mess behind him, he soon grouped up with the rest, and headed back home.
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Ki-30 bombing raids
Suddenly... "MORANES!" Rod shouted, Akat looked back, and saw 4 Morane-Saulnier M.S. 406 barreling towards them, before Rod could even start firing the Moranes started firing, "FUCK, We'r-" Before Rod could even finish shouting, one of the wings ripped off, they instantly start plumeting towards the ground before Akat could do anything, and they both blacked out.
"Uhhh, what- where- where am I" Akat said, "Rod, You there? Rod?" Akat called out, "Wha-What??? Oh, yeah Im here" Rod responded, "Phew, thought you were dead there for sec." Akat sighed in relief, he then looked around, magically his wings re-appeared, he rolled his plane over a bit and looked down, he was over Bangkok, but things seems off, everything seems... older, it looks like what his dad had described what Bangkok looked like when he was a wee lad. Akat then attempted to make contact with the other planes, just as he reached over for the radio a message came in "This is Gp. Capt., All Airman come in, over". Akat quickly responded "Nagoya 3 here, over". Soon every airman left responded. "Nagoya 18 alive and well, over" "Nagoya 19 still flying, over" "Nagoya 5 here, over."... From the looks of it we lost alot, A little over half of our Ki-30 are left, all the Hawk III's survived, Akat thought to himself. "Oh right I nearly forgot." Akat mumbled to himself, he then reached for the radio once more. "Gp. Capt., looks like Bangkok changed sir" Akat said over the radio. "Roger, Nagoya 3, lower you altitude and check, over" Gp. Capt. responded over radio. "Affirmative, Nagoya 3 breaking formation, over" Akat responded hesitantly, he was NOT a good tree-top level flyer. Akat gently lowered his plane down to tree-top level, there he saw that some buildings weren't there, and instead were rice fields, Hua Lamphong station wasn't there and the roads weren't as developed, but knew that is this definately Bangkok. Akat quickly picked up the speed and climbed back up. "Nagoya 3 to Nagoya 6, looks like were over bangkok, but everything has changed to around before 2453 B.E., over" Akat reported "Roger Nagoya 3. That's a puzzler indeed. Form up and head back to Don Muang, over"
30 minutes later, they were over what supposed to be Don Muang Airport, but... theres nothing? Puzzled, "Yo, you seeing this?" Akat asked Rod, "Man of course I do I ain't blind bro" Rod responded. Soon another message came from the Gp. Capt. "This is Nagoya 6, looks like Don Muang Airport has dissapeared, I repeat looks like Don Muang Airport has dissapeared, over" "Well shit, what are we gonna do now" Akat thought to himself, he looked around, until something caught his eye, his fuel guage, the needle was almost at the empty marker, seeing this he radio'd to Gp. Capt. "Sir, my fuel is low, we quickly need to find a place to land, over" Akat reported accordingly. "Roger, Fuel also low here, any suggestions for a landing place?, over" Nagoya 6 responded. "Uhhh, Sir, would the Royal Bangkok Sports Club work? If I remember correctly the longest path would be about 800m long, is that enough? over" Nagoya 18 responded hesitantly, as he wasn't sure if it could work or not. Tension mounted in the flight, as each pilot anxiously wait for a response, soon a response crackled through the radio, "Nagoya 6 to all aircraft, set heading to Nang leong race course, over". Cheers erupted in everyone's mind, they were finally able to find a place to land.
Royal Bangkok Sports Club
"Ladies and gentlemen here comes Number 5 around the corner, with Number 3 close behind, will he make it, will make he it, Number 5 takes the victory!" The commentator said excitedly. "Say do you hear that, darling" A man said to his wife, "Why yes I do, dear." the wife eagerly responded, as she tries to pinpoint the noise, "it sounds like a swarm of bees, but more... mechanical" she added, "There, look!" The man pointed upwards towards what to be a giant metallic bird.
"Nagoya 6 to Martin, you guys are landing first, over" Gp. Capt. crackled through the radio. "Martin to Nagoya 6, Affirmative" The Martin B-10's Pilot responded, "PREPARE FOR LANDING!" The pilot shouted to every crewman on board, he then put down the gear and flaps, cut the throttle, and turned the plane around for the approach, he looked at the air speed indicator 55 knots, just above stall speed, he increased the throttle a little, the speed rose up to 60 knots, he then again cut the throttle, now he was just over the stadium walls, he pulled the stick back and the plane slammed onto the ground, he quickly applied the brakes and the plane skidded to a halt.
Back on the ground in the race course, chaos ensued, people running everywhere, screaming, scared of the giant mettalic birds, some thought that they were gonna get eaten, some thought the world was ending and these were creatures from hell.
Soon, all of the planes had landed. Just as Akat and Rod had stepped out of their planes, a voice boomed from the entrance, "HANDS UP! WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT IS THAT" A man of larger build shouted accompanied by soldiers holding rifles towards them. "I am Gp. Capt. Khun Ron Naphakat, Part of the Royal Thai Airforce." Gp. Capt. declared confidently.
The man visibly perplexed, furrowed his brow in confusion "Airforce? Thai? what are those? and you still haven't answered my question, what is that metallic bird thing, and why is our flag on it" The large man demanded, the soldiers gripped their rifles.
"Airforce as in, a seperate branch of the military for fighting in the air, and Thai as in the country also known as Siam, where I'm from, and that so called metallic birds are called planes, its like a flying car, made for fighting in the air, as for why YOUR flag is on it, is because its my country's roundel, a symbol to identify a plane's nationality." Gp. Capt. responded trying to defuse the situation
"Wait, so, you're Siamese?" The man inquired. "Why, yes I am" Gp. Capt. responded, relieved that the situation was finally defused. "Say, now that I've thought of it, are those planes like the flying machines the farangs had invented? but yours looks nothing like the ones I've seen on the newspaper... yours seem... more advanced..." The man questioned them curiously. "YES YES, thats it, its the farang flying machines, and if you don't mind me asking, what year is it?" Gp. Capt. responded excitedly, "The year? its 2451 B.E. why?" The man wondered why'd he would ask such a simple question. "2451?!?!" Gp. Capt. blurted it in shock, "Ar- Are you sure??" Gp. Capt. asked back, still in shock. The man nodded solemnly, his expression grave. "Yes, I am certain," he confirmed. "Enough talking for now, since that you're part of the armed forces, we'll head to the ministry to defence and investigate this further, bring the other men too" The man ordered.