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The Winds of Lunar ChangeThe Winds of Lunar Change: A Future Tale on a Part of the Solar NeighborhoodThe Winds of Lunar Change by mdc01957
Retired Col. Franklin Liebnitz coughed as he waited for the technicians to ready his pressurized car, loosening his necktie. And I’m pressed for time, the aging man groaned impatiently. It should be done by now! Officially, he was here as part of the American delegation for the lunar festivities surrounding the 100th Anniversary of Apollo 11's landing. But that was still a few days away.
“There is someone I am eager to meet,” he sighed at the chief technician at main hangar. “Is it finished yet?”
“Da,” the man nodded before sliding into a thickly accented English. “It is done. Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“Nothing. Just – finish what you need to do.”
Franklin bit back a cringe. The Moon’s was formally international territory and open to all mankind. But aside from a handful of scatte
Danubian Dispatches: The Realm Beyond TomorrowDanubian Dispatches: an Alternate History Tale told through the Nations Themselves.Danubian Dispatches: The Realm Beyond Tomorrow by mdc01957
-Danubia: The Realm Beyond Tomorrow-
Budapest, Holy Federation of Danubia. 8 June 2616.
A young woman stood on the balcony of a large, if simply decorated dirigible hovering over the Imperial Capital, the ornate country dress she wore fluttering with the wind. Her name was Lady Julia of House Edelstein-Héderváry, the first of her name, Perpetual Attendant to the Imperial House of Habsburg, One with the Quorum of Twelve and the Embodiment of the Danubian Realms. And in her blood was that of the so-called “Ruling Couple.” Some had even called her their "Daughter."
At least they made it shorter for a change, she sighed, adjusting her brown hair as she looked through the fireworks and hover-flyer contrails. Only to cough a bit as a sudden chill struck her for a moment. Guess I still have that.
From her vantage point, she could see Buda Castle, its old
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We'll Make It Out, Together Ch.11949, Soviet Russia
The wooden doors to the basement creaked open. A silhouette of a man trailed down the stairs. He grumbled about how "demeaning" and "embarrassing" this was.
He reached the ground with a loud huff. Finally taking in his surroundings, what he saw in front of him was an absolute amazement. A woman with long brown hair sat on the floor. The last time he had seen her, she had looked perfectly healthy. Now she looked frail and malnourished. She picked away at various items and put them back in their proper spots.
The man's red eyes filled with hope for the women to be who he suspected. "Lizzie?" His words were barely a whisper. Elizaveta – as she preferred to be called – looked up. Her greens met his reds with an equal amount of small hope.
"Gil." She breathed. For the first time in years she felt truly happy.
Gilbert gave a big grin. "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He sat down beside her. He remembered where they were once more and lost his signature smil