#uss dwight d flysenhower

[boeingboingboing]

Watching TGM and like imagine

Flysenhower was a jet, and was to train Bravo and Echo. I mean IMAGINE

We all see him as that strict admiral but has another side to him, and same characteristics but he's just a trainer jet rn like Maverick was.

Now I might go draw flysenhower as a jet. Any ideas on unique features on him?

[penname-artist]

@ask-dusty-boy has given The Flysenhower a new nickname...

"Hey look, it's Jolly Rancher, the Boat"

[samcat71470558]

Sick day

A short story about Dwight getting sick, based on this post by @the-great-old-grump (sorry if u didn't wanna be tagged) :3 (there's also my headcanons and those are here :33)

1275 words under the cut, enjoy <3

Echo snapped awake, flaps wiggling nervously. He didn't know what shook him out of his sleep, but he feels his pistons pumping harder than normal. Everything seems quiet, the sounds of Dwight's breath and engine rumbling through Echo's little hangar/quarters. He sighs softly, listening to the steady beat of Dwight's pistons. It's a sound he grew quite fond of over the few weeks he was stuck in his room, after... what happened... He squeezes his eyes shut, forcing down the mental image of Delta's drowning face. C'mon, Echo... Focus... count his pistons... One... two... three...

As Echo started counting the beats of Dwight's engines, he slowly calmed down from the panic threatening to overtake him. And that's when he noticed it. Dwight's breaths getting lower, harsher. His pistons pump a little harder than normal. Maybe there's rough sea? He'd have to ask tomorrow...

⫷▣⫸

The next morning, Dwight woke up with a loud yawn and a splash of water flooding over the deck. He always did that to help him wake up, but he hadn't expected his crew to scream and run. "Dwight! What on Earth are you doing?!"

His captain, a forklift called August, snapped him out of his confusion.

"You shoulda' been awake for an hour! There's no place for lazy asses in the Navy, damnit, and you know that! Now, get on with it! We've gotta get two in the air stat!"

Dwight couldn't answer, instead sighing with a "aye, cap'n." before activating his catapults so the deck crew can start loading them up. His head feels weird, the sun stinging his eyes painfully. Despite that, he keeps a stoic expression plastered on his features, and moves on with the day.

⫷▣⫸

By the time his crew's asleep, Dwight's head feels like it's filled with angry choppers. A throbbing pain that doesn't go away, whatever he does. He can't sleep either, because his hull feels cold. Or hot? He doesn't know, it fluctuates between them constantly. He sighs softly, engine rumbling a little faster than normal despite going the same speed as usual.

"...'S nothin'..."

He mutters softly, before closing his eyes to rest a little.

⫷▣⫸

He wakes up in a cold sweat, his entire body aching. What the hell is ging on... He shudders, squeezing his eyes shut for a second after making sure no one's on the deck yet. It hurts...

He stays awake until the crew comes out, doing his tasks a little slower than normal. Talking hurts, his voice a little hoarser than normal, but hey, who cares. He probably swallowed a bit too much sea water in his sleep again. Up until he has to call the ball for the jets, he's doing fine. Sure, he coughed a few times, but it's probably just a little wave going into his mouth again.

It's only when a few crewmembers enter the tower that they realise something's wrong. It's hot in there, like his heating's completely through the roof. And his instruments and readings show problems with his engines and tanks, and basically every single part of him. Dwight swallows softly, but doesn't admit anything when they ask him about it. After all, he doesn't feel that bad, right?

...Right..?

Wrong.

That night, when his crew is all asleep, Dwight wakes up with a painful jab in his head. It feels like he's getting shot all over, his eyes bleary and unfocussed as he tries to see what's attacking him. He can't see anything...

"Alarm! E-everyone to their posts, w-we're under attack!"

His voice cracks weirdly, and he lets out a choked noise. There's a ring in his ears, drowning out the sounds of potential gunshots. Why isn't anyone here to protect him? He's blinded, for Pete's sake!

"...M-mayday..!"

He coughs, gritting his teeth. he looks around, activating his canons and shooting a few rounds into the air. He hits nothing, obviously, and the pain only gets worse.

"August!"

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Everyone's worried. Stoic, no-nonsense Dwight is shivering with a thick grimace plastered over his features, eyes squeezed shut. Some brave volunteers went down on ropes to stuff a few painkillers into his mouth, but they don't seem to help. Dwight's miserable, teeth clattering as a little club of forklifts checks his engines on damage. They find nothing, and neither do the ones inspecting his electrical systems.

They all woke up from Dwight's pleas for help, rushing out at the sound of his canons going off. He didn't sound scared, more... desperate for help. He'd been shaky, certain something was shooting at his hull. There were no dents, no scratches, nothing, but he insisted he was hit. That was the first red flag. The night that followed was the second.

The highest ranking officers had taken turns to keep Dwight company, feeling him tremble with fever under their wheels as they talked to him. The entire fleet swarmed around him, the smaller boats pressed against his hull to keep him warm. He was delirious, not crying but he sounded pretty close to it. When the sun came up he whimpered. He whimpered from the pain as the light hit his sensitive eyes, and his crew got more worried. That's the moment August realised his ship was sick.

Now, Bravo and Echo are getting ready to use the catapult, the loud blasts of their engines drawing a shuddering breath from Dwight's mouth. The pain in his head is getting worse, the high tone in the jets' engines striking him right where it's worst. His tanks churn, and he shudders.

Bravo's shot off, flying off the deck with a loud "WOOHOO!". Dwight squeezes his eyes shut, tanks lurching. Is that nausea? Is he gonna throw up? Can he even throw up? What'll ha-

"...H-hh... hu-uhg... ughu-URK-"

A wave of oil splashes into the waves, and Dwight's eyes snap open. His breathing's raspy, engines hammering in his ears. A second wave comes out, leaving him panting. Echo immediately gets off the catapult, shutting off his engines and rolling back.

"...That's... not good."

Bravo lands again, skidding to a stop next to Echo. Deck crew come rushing out, a few choppers quickly swooping down to stop the oil from spreading too much. The noise is enough to draw a laboured whimper from Dwight's trembling lips, warning lights flickering in his cabin right before he passes out from exhaustion and pain.

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Dwight opens his eyes with a soft groan, the pain finally subsiding a little. He shudders a little, then focusses on the soft pats against the side of his head. It's August, smiling softly.

"...There you are... You know the Jolly Wrenches motto, right, Dwight?"

Dwight lets out a soft noise, throat still raw.

"...Yeah... V-volo pro- p-pro veritas, I f-fly for truth..."

August nods, stopping his soft pats. It's quiet for a bit, the only sounds the jets quietly chatting with each other on Dwight's deck. Finally the forklift speaks again.

"...You shouldn't lie about illness, Dwight. We're both grown men here, you should know hiding injuries is a major violation in the Navy."

Dwight's eyelids droop, glancing away.

"...Yes, sir... I know, sir..."

August sighs, and starts patting again.

"...Stupid idiot..."

The last part didn't reach the carrier's ears, as he'd already fallen asleep again.

⫷▣⫸

This time when he woke up, he felt better. His body didn't ache, his engines ran normally, and his head didn't throb when he opened his eyes fully while in the sun.

"Hm-hmm... Much better."

He threw a wave water over his deck, and started activating his systems. The jets smiled up at him as they got up to the deck, the other crew cheering softly.

And Dwight? He held a small, stoic smile, ready to start working another day.

[myceliumbean]

Read some fics and starting to wonder how does Dwight D. Flysenhower talked to the crews on board

Self-driving aircraft carrier is quite an entertaining idea, for all the things Flysenhower needs or don't need to do

And the aircraft carrier has a freaking big MOUTH

Can't stop imagining Flysenhower talking to others when he's not driving, cuz he'll definitely drink a lot of sea water if he talks with his mouth during his drive

So I'm making this up: Dwight D. Flysenhower almost talk to every Jolly Wrenches through radio, but he actually can HUM and make his wall vibrates and TALK to those who need extra checking (maybe someone on-board that are injured or just double checking with the crews during any action) in this weird way.

Only few had ever heard the voice of Flysenhower.

Skipper could be one of them, but I'm not really sure whether this Dwight D. Flysenhower serving the USN in 2013 is the same boat Skipper work with during WWII

Maybe in the Cars Universe, they somehow put big craft like an aircraft carrier's personality into some new frames and… well, this might be a bit dark sided.

First time seeing Bravo and Echo, both are quite good fighter jets, I thought of an idea that they were born to serve their country.

That these military frames told you your destiny.

Can never imagine that. I mean, yeah, born to be a F-18 somehow means you could fly with high speed and do all kinds of jet-ish stuff while you learn them one by one.

But above all these, if they really are born to be soilders, they probably know that the only ending for them is either died in a battle or stay in a boneyard.

Which makes the fact that "Dusty wins the Wings Around the Globe Rally" means so much more than just Dusty himself making his dream come true.

This means the possibility, for some that might never do anything else than serving (airliners, military crafts, engineering vehicles, public transportation, etc.), to explore themselves more.

Maybe this is why Bravo and Echo seem too friendly once they get to learn more about Dusty.

[alonathetransportfan]

Looks like I need to remember more forgotten fandoms. So this time it's Disney Planes.

I love ships as much as trains and planes, so... Yeah, a background character that doesn't say a word might be my favorite, especially if it's an aircraft carrier.

So here I have a human ver of Admiral Dwight D. Flysenhower. Enjoy

[boeingboingboing]

I've been thinking about this headcanon for fun but what if George Bush and Flysenhower were pretty close? George HW Bush, being the youngest Nimitz class carrier would come second to Flysenhower is WoC. Which would lead to them having a closer relationship maybe due to their smaller age gap? It would be nice for Flysenhower to have someone to open up with, given how stingy i hc him to be.

[boeingboingboing]

I was just brushing through the cars wiki and upon visiting Flysenhower's bio/page, I notice this:

And when I click on "USS Flysenhower", I get:-

Interestingly, from the comics i gathered:-

How is this relevant? Well, in the first picture, notice the bridge of the ship? Yeah wayyy different from present Flysenhower's. BUT my headcanon of Flysenhower being converted to be in service through modern times solves this issue... however in the second, notice the number on deck? Whatever it is, that ain't a 81. Seem like 5 and smth. But the only ship to exist with a number in the 50s is 59 and USS Forestall bore that number, nor in the 2 training carriers did one have the number (one was IX- 81 surprisingly) but this is WoC, and definitely must've has more than what US has had irl. Hence I conclude the second comic does not have Flysenhower, instead that's probably another training carrier they had initially trained on.

Little more digging and I'm reading Foxtrot's bio and there's a list of comics he's in. There's no picture but the plot was given of two which were the same and it was (the comics Stratagem and A clever attack both had the same plot):-

Do note theres "Dwight. D. Flysenhower" in the character list. So that means they served on Dwight. D. Flysenhower and that there is only ONE Flysenhower.

I don't even why I took this up lmao. But seeing how Flysenhower looks different in the comics which were during WW2 probably and how he looks in 2013, it in a way supports my headcanon of him being a conventional carrier who was later turned into a nuclear-powered one.

While this is not that important since not many write or do much with Flysenhower, I've like read 1 writer who did a few fics on him and saw they had done changes to history just to match up with what disney put out. And I myself have had a hard time coming with alternatives due to how disney changed some real life events.

[penname-artist]

Flysenhower x Kittyhawk should be called Fkysenhawk if it isn't already

Oh for sure. Either Flysenhawk, Kittyhower, or CatBird lol

[boeingboingboing]

I have 2 questions about Dwight D Flysenhower guys

First, isn't he supposed to be a Gerald r ford class carrier? ISNT HE? I mean Gerald r ford class carriers start from 78 (which is the ensign number of Gerald). And Flysenhower carries the ensign number 81... And then we are told he is a Nimitz class carrier either way.

Oh and this isn't as big of a problem as the first, but irl CVN-81 happens to be... USS Doris Miller. I mean I've seen discussions of whether CVN-69, that is technically USS Dwight D Eisenhower who is the inspiration for Dwight D Flysenhower doesn't exist in WoC?? Something like those convos? This literally means USS Doris Miller doesn't exist.

[penname-artist]

[penname-artist]

While I was just talking about Bravo and Echo, these two came to mind:

I doubt the Flysenhower ever was a family man, by any means. If you know my headcanon, you know he wasn’t always a naval ship, but even before his decision, he had a very mediocre, apathetic family, never married, and had no children. I think it’s less that he didn’t want to (see also: that blink and you’ll miss it moment in the fic with an unidentified individual) and more that he had things which outweighed those desires. Literally, he made his decision. And because he made it, he doesn’t see a point in going back and dwelling on it.

Now Kittyhawk, on the other hand (em...rudder?) I could see being a guy that wanted a family, but never had the chance to. He strikes me as a guy who grew up in a big family with lots of kids, and who probably did mess around in his youth but it never got him anywhere with anyone. Post-decision, he’s got no choice now but to do what he’s doing, but it doesn’t make him any less of a noticeably empathetic family man giving out “best uncle” vibes.

(This is probably another reason why I just randomly decided “hey I’ll ship that” - no pun intended - because the two are literally polar opposites and that kind of friction makes such a delicious chemistry, I haven’t got the first clue how to write a navy fic and I’m not gonna try anytime soon but if anybody wants to do a Flysenhawk fic, go for it, I will be eternally grateful XD)

[penname-artist]

Do with this what you must.