**Novo Domov International Airport**

Air traffic control techs diligently sat at their terminals in the control tower overlooking the runways at Nova Domov's busiest airport. The control room shuddered every now and then as jets screamed just overhead just prior to coming to a screeching halt on the tarmac. Incoming delegates from around the world were touching down every fifteen minutes, all arriving for the summit hosted by President Novak. There was little room for being inattentive here - a few seconds of negligence could cost the life of a foreign dignitary.

One such tech was thus quite justifiably concerned when an ominous, blinking light appeared onscreen.

"Sir!" He reported, bolting up from his seat. "Unidentified aircraft closing in at Mach 1 at low altitude. Radar profile is consistent with fighter aircraft; recommend calling the president at once."

["No need for alarm."](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B2r8qpf2Paw) The flight control manager denied, knowingly shaking his head as he sipped from a steaming mug. A flash of motion shot past the airfield, stealing the attention of the flight control techs. A sleek jet fighter - painted bright red and adorned with yellow flame decals on its wings and fins- screamed down the airfield at full speed before pulling into a sharp upward climb. A thunderous crash rattled the control tower as the jet's sonic boom reached the airfield.

The fighter dove down from the sky and leveled out with the runway at a far slower - though still alarming - speed. The fighter swooped down over the wing of an airliner and then touched down itself. The fighter taxied itself down to the terminals with total disregard of air traffic control, leaving the younger techs flabbergasted. The air traffic manager, however, had seen it all before.

"But call the limo drivers up to the terminal. They'll want to know that the Lizard delegation just landed."
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Bert, the High Lizard King of Lizard Island, shoved the cockpit of his idling fighter open and slid down the nose of the plane and onto the tarmac. He tore the bug-eyed pilot helmet off his face and threw the headgear into the cockpit as the hatch shut automatically behind him. He was, indeed, a lizard. Fiery orange-yellow eyes with a deep, black slits sat upon the head of a bipedal gecko standing a bit six feet in height. He replaced his helmet with a crown and dark aviator sunglasses, and produced a cigar from the pocket of his patch-studded leather jacket.

A black, polished limousine eased down to the runway toward the parked fighter and King Bert. The Lizard King puffed away on the cigar as the car parked itself alongside the jet.

"Esteemed High Lizard King Bert," The chauffeur addressed Bert as he exited the driver's door, "welcome to Nova Domov. I am here to provide transportation to the summit today."

"Neato." Bert acknowledged unenthusiastically, letting himself into the rearmost door of the car. His driver, seeing him continue to puff away in the limousine, nervously knocked on the window.

"Forgive me, my liege, but we do not permit smoking in the limousine."

"That's too bad." King Bert decided, continuing to stoke the cherry on the end of his cigar. 

"So are you taking me to this thing or what, bud?"