Unity is one of the many systems I love to visit, for purely selfish reasons I assure you. It’s the Aldebaran quaternary star system, and there are multiple colonized worlds orbiting two of the stars. One of them makes this amazing whiskey and I love ordering whiskey and wings at the best restaurant on planet. It’s green. The whiskey, not the wings. Of course, I know the bar mistress, so I may be biased on the greatness.
Luna became the voice of the Belgian Resistance against the Islamic Revolution, but only a very few knew she was an AI. She kept that secret throughout the Jihad, goading the Jihadists again and again with every attack she survived. She never stopped making them the butt of jokes across the land, driving them to distraction, and they wasted enormous effort trying to track her down and kill her. She fought them until they died, and then she danced on their graves.
Yes, the writer of all this stuff, speaking in my own voice for a moment. 🙂 I am one of those creative guys with dozens of windows open all the time. I’m writing another story right now, while other stories beat for attention, and of course I have another little project. A war game. It is designed to be a quick and easy infantry game to play, and is currently in alpha test phase. Long-term plans are to expand it to armored and space-based combat, using the same simple rules. If you are interested in joining the alpha or beta test, please contact me. All feedback is invaluable. 🙂
In the final “negotiations” for Peace with the Allies, Austria lost sixty percent of her land to Allied-backed minority populations, while Hungary lost seventy-two percent. In a matter of months, nearly a thousand years of industrial progress and growing civilization was severed into postage stamp ethnic nations commanded by whichever strong man made it to the top of the heap. Governments rose and fell in months, and only chaos reigned throughout central Europe.
The cats of San Lucas love the slug wine even more than we humans do. Of course, they prefer it in its natural form, raw and very warm, from a still-living slug. Yes. Vampire cats the size of small horses. Not miniature horses, not ponies, but Honest-To-God horses. And they are scarily intelligent. The Peloran say they were genetically engineered by the Albion too. Thank God they stayed out of The War. They are the stuff of nightmares. Even mine.