The SH-3 helicopter cruised over the airspace of the St. Petersburg Naval Base, giving Alexander a bird's eye view of the vast expanse of water below and the large military ships that lay anchored in its midst. He could even see the Montana Class Battleships and the Midway Class Aircraft Carrier doppelgangers docked like a sleeping beast.
He had not expected the day would come that the ships he painstakingly designed would come to fruition. This is truly a great day for him.
The helicopter slowly made its descent down the deck of the Midway Class Aircraft Carrier copy until it settled onto a landing pad near the island.
Rolan opened the door and exited to take a position by the chopper. Alexander stepped down the steps, a grin forming on his face, and began to glance around the wide deck of the ship. His hair fluttered from the wind produced by the main rotors of the helicopter.
