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APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt. 3Things were going a little bit differently in Mission Control.
Yao calls sharply, and the flight director looks up.
"I've got a leak in the oxygen tank over here."
The German's eyes widen and he immediately runs over to Yao's computer screen.
"Verdammt." He mutters, frowning at the computer screen.
"ATTENTION!" Ludwig's loud voice echoes through Mission Control. "Ve have a problem. One of the oxygen tanks is leaking. I vant everyone in zhis room to try and figure out a solution. Do it quickly before zhey lose oxygen."
His voice sounds grim and suddenly everyone in Mission Control is working to solve the problem.
"Do you vant to inform ze crew?" Ludwig asks.
"Yes, they deserve to know-aru. They have already finished the recording-aru." Yao replies, and the flight director nods.
"Orion 6, do you read-aru?" Yao's voice comes in through the astronauts' headsets, and Alfred quickly exchanges looks with the others.
"Yessir, we read you loud and clear."
The commander replies
APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt 2Alfred didn't know which was more amazing- the view or the sensation of zero gravity. He floats as lightly as a feather over to the window, and the sight takes his breath away. The earth seems to glow with a blue aura, and clouds stretch over the round surface. Below are sparkling seas in every shade of blue imaginable and the familiar shapes of countries around the world. There were different shades of green and brown, some flat, some bumpy. It really is a wonderful world.
I see skies of blue and clouds of white the bright blessed days, the dark, sacred nights. And I think to myself what a wonderful world.
Alfred floats back over to his four crew members. There was Arthur, of course, but also a Russian named Ivan Braginski and a quiet Japanese known as Kiku Honda. They were all Alfred's closest friends, but Ivan was kinda creepy. After all, he would be Alfred's partner on the moon, helping him collect moon rocks and conducting EVAs. There was this whole argument about
APH: Shoot For The Moon Pt. 1"Orion, this is Mission Control. Radio check, over."
"Roger, out." Alfred F. Jones, commander of the sixth Orion mission, replies smoothly. He was thrilled to be commanding Orion 6, because he and his crew were going to the moon. To follow in the footsteps of heroes like Neil Armstrong and Alan Shepard. Alfred's heroes. Alfred F. Jones was going to be the thirteenth American to walk on the moon. Woot, woot.
"Orion, this is Launch Control. Ready abort advisory check."
"Roger, check is satisfactory, out."
"Orion, this is Mission Control-aru. Side hatch is secure-aru." Yao Wang, a Chinese who proudly represented his nation was serving as CapCom for the mission. He would communicate with the crew while they were going to make history.
"Roger, we copy."
"Both cabin vent switches have been closed. We are now at T-5:00 to liftoff."
Five minutes! Five minutes until the launch of one of the greatest space missions in history! Right along with every moon landing. And Alfred was commanding
Nyotalia Episode 5"Commander! I found a crab!" Italy beams, dangling a dark red crab. "Just don't drown, okay?" Germany sighs. "Ah I found some fruit, Germany." Japan holds out a basket of fruit. "You can find a bit if you look around." She adds. "Wow! Those look delicious!" Italy admires. "I think there's plenty more back that way." Japan replies. "Heeey, Germany! Japan! Come on, let's swim already!" Italy fidgets impatiently. "This is actually kind of nice I've always wanted to spend time on a southern island." Japan smiles, watching Italy run around in the water. "Yeah." Germany agrees. "If someone were to rescue us, everything would be perfect."
Axis Powers Nyotalia
"Heeeey, Germany! I did some stuff so we can be allies!" Italy shouts. "It's been 10 days already, but okay." Germany mutters. "First, I got some stuff to make p
Nyotalia Episode 4"Harro. My name is Japan. I am very preased to meet you." The young girl with the short black hair, dark brown eyes, and colorful kimono nods politely.
"And so, I brought someone who will be our ally." Germany smiles. "Itary? I will be vely preased to meet her. Or so I'd rike to say, but she surery wouldn't be that girl flirting with those boys?" Japan frowns a little. "I wouldn't want to believe it either, but that's her." Germany smirks.
"Um, I signed here." Japan slides the paper back over to Germany. "Huh? Oh, just leave it there."
The Tripartite Pact among Japan, Germany, and Italy was signed.
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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