So, instant kudos for use of the word ‘dirigible’, which is possibly one of the coolest out there.
But even more kudos for a well-crafted piece – it works well because you didn’t feel the need for line-wasting exposition which gives us every detail – there’s depth in ambiguity!
Very visual, like the prologue to a big sci-fi epic – perhaps it will be eh? Good work – MH :)
I’ll echo MH’s comments with regard to ambiguity. With the limitations of the format here, ambiguity isn’t a bad thing.
The only thing that gave me pause was the bit about the dirigible ‘plotting’ its course south. I understand what you’re trying to say, but I suggest that ‘plot’ isn’t the right word.
When you mentioned the “German outpost,” I was bracing for a change in the narrator’s perspective, though keeping it in the cabin when I expected otherwise added a nice element of the unsettled to the reading. Yet another ficly that could have benefited from a few hundred more characters.
Lovely descriptions and very majestic. I don’t think I entirely followed what he was crashing into or what the whole scene was, partly due to not being a big steampunk buff.
I don’t actually think a lot of steampunk tropes apply in this particular fic, since the primary defining thing about the universe of Baxter’s “No Longer Touch The Earth” was the Aristotelean cosmology.