The sky was a luxuriant blue with a haze of dawn red, Cirrus Cloud formations stretched tens of miles across its expanse, the Aetherium air freighter The Gossamer Swift rocked gently at an altitude of forty thousand feet. Looking down the view was spectacular, fluffy cumulus cloudscapes stretched thousands of feet below, occasionally allowing the azure ocean beneath it to be seen.Divergence Point: Archean Period 2.5 Billion years ago, continental landmasses fail to form above sea level. Earth evolves as an Ocean World.
The Gossamer Swift was 365 meters in length a large traditional dirigible multi-cell gasbag with two decks within the bag and three below it.
The ship wasn’t quite what the Skyjacks referred to as a Junker, but its amalgamation of parts and superstructure meant it wasn’t far off, that being said you weren’t a proper Jack until your ship had been junked.
The ship’s captain stood at the stern of the oval lower gantry, breathing in the pure fresh air a feeling that prickled his lungs with cold, some ten thousand or so feet below he watched a squall roll itself lazily into a storm.
‘Penny for them’ she’d often said to him, when she’d found him in that same place watching the sky, he sighed, he’d broken that and now she wasn’t aboard. With that he clambered up the exterior ladders to the top exterior deck and into his study.
Kennedy I - 1967
The soft top Alpine A110 tore around the precariously curved Italian Aurunci mountain roads of Palmero.Divergence Point: November 22nd 1963 - Lee Harvey Oswald misses JFK, Kennedy wins a second term and withdraws US Troops from Vietnam.
Its drivers shoulder length hair whipping in the wind, gold mirror shades mirroring the cat that had got the cream grin upon his face.
The driver was inordinately pleased with himself, he’d secured the loan of one of only three Soft top Alpines, the Italian sunshine was glorious and he was flooring it along some of the most nail biting roads at ninety miles an Hour. Pure adrenaline racing through his smug system as he headed towards the greatest adventure in a fairly long list.
His self indulgence was interrupted by a chime from the flat case on the Alpines passenger seat, momentarily taking his eyes from the road he tapped the cases lid opening it.
Swerving back onto the right he watched from the corner of his eye as football sized droplet of Water floated from the esoteric device within, stopping once it floated a few inches above.
“Hello little brother” grinned Edward Hoste
Oceanus IV - 10th Century
A gust of wind superseded the usual high altitude breezes and sent a shudder of turbulence through the Gossamer Swift.
Elliot Hoste smiled to himself his paying guests would undoubtedly suffer for that, having not gained their air or sea legs as yet.
Hoste’s study sat within a singular gondola affixed to the underside of the gasbags frontal dome, it was a thoroughly old fashioned affair a combination of brass and wood and distinctly Victorian in theme.
Sat at his desk he looked upon the circular grey stone, along its outer rim were inscribed ancient glyphs these ran around a shallow bowl within its centre, a bowl always full of dark water.
Elliot drew his finger around the glyphs, once he’d completed the full circumference he heard or sensed a resonance within the water.
A single drop of water floated from the pool, hovering above the stone, further drops flowed upwards growing the watery drop into a sphere, once it had grown to the size of a soccer ball.
The Shew Stone hummed with a watery twang, its recipient already connected by blood.
“Hello little brother” said the face that appeared within the water, Elliot both smiled and frowned his brother was using his stone whilst driving, at speed from the look of it.
“Mother is furious with you” began Elliot
His brother merely grinned, a little too widely, bringing a deep frown
“Things came up” he finally replied
“Those things being some regatta or bender” Elliot replied “You know how important Mothers Balls are!” he continued
“And she’ll have other ones, I wanted some of my own R&R” in turn he frowned in concentration, taking a sharp bend
“By my calculations you have another month of leave?”
“And my greatest adventure yet”
Elliot sighed, pouring himself a coffee from his cafeteria, watching a huge flock of birds follow a thermal to the ships starboard, he winced as distantly he heard retching.