chrono-wars: legacy of past

Elara adjusted the Time Pod's coordinates, her mind racing.

July 20, 1969—The Apollo 11 Moon landing.

One of humanity's greatest achievements.

And now, the Revisionists wanted to rewrite it.

"Chrono, confirm historical event."

"On July 20, 1969, at 20:17 UTC, Apollo 11's Lunar Module, 'Eagle,' successfully landed on the Moon. Six hours later, Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin became the first humans to walk on the lunar surface. Mission success confirmed."

Elara clenched her fists.

"And the Revisionists' interference?"

**"Anomaly detected:

1. Sabotage aboard Apollo 11 to cause mission failure.

2. Possible third-party presence on the Moon before Apollo's arrival."**

Elara's eyes narrowed.

"A third party? Are you saying someone else might have already been there?"

Chrono hesitated. "Unknown. But a signal was detected on the lunar surface before Apollo 11's arrival."

Elara's pulse quickened. If the Revisionists wanted to erase Apollo 11's success, the entire course of human space exploration could be altered.

She couldn't let that happen.

"Set coordinates. Cape Kennedy, July 16, 1969."

The Time Pod hummed, and in a flash, she was gone.

Mission Start: Cape Kennedy, July 16, 1969

Elara arrived just outside Launch Complex 39A at the Kennedy Space Center, where the mighty Saturn V rocket stood, preparing for liftoff.

Inside, Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, and Michael Collins were going through final pre-flight checks.

And somewhere in the facility, the Revisionists were working to sabotage the mission.

Elara needed to find them—fast.

Sabotage at Mission Control

Disguised as a NASA technician, Elara made her way into Mission Control, where rows of engineers monitored every aspect of the launch.

She scanned the room.

Then she saw him.

A man in a NASA uniform, sitting at a terminal, typing rapidly—too rapidly.

She moved closer. His screen showed guidance system override commands—he was hacking Apollo 11's navigation, trying to send false telemetry data.

If successful, the spacecraft could be knocked off course.

Elara moved.

She approached quietly, then pressed a small disruptor device against the back of his neck.

The man stiffened. His screen flickered—commands erased.

Elara leaned in. "Your mission just failed."

He turned, eyes burning with anger.

"You don't understand," he whispered. "Apollo 11 is more than just a mission. It's a mistake."

Elara narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"

But before he could answer, security noticed the disturbance. The man bolted.

Elara chased him through the corridors, but he vanished—as if erased from existence.

She frowned. The Revisionists were getting better at covering their tracks.

But the launch was still on schedule.

Now, she needed to ensure nothing happened on the Moon itself.

Lunar Arrival: A Secret Waiting on the Moon

Elara's next jump took her ahead in time—to the lunar surface, moments before Apollo 11's arrival.

She stepped onto the Moon's surface, her suit blending with the shadows.

Then she saw it.

A structure.

Buried beneath the lunar dust, partially collapsed. Not human-made.

Elara's breath caught. This was impossible.

She moved toward it, her boots kicking up dust in the low gravity. Symbols covered its surface—alien? Ancient?

Then a voice crackled through her earpiece.

"Houston, the Eagle has landed."

Apollo 11 had arrived.

And suddenly, a Revisionist agent appeared from the shadows.

"You shouldn't be here," he said.

Elara turned, heart pounding. "Neither should you."

The agent smirked. "Apollo 11 wasn't meant to succeed. Humanity wasn't supposed to find this."

He gestured to the buried structure.

"They were never meant to land here. This mission is a lie."

Elara's mind raced.

The Revisionists weren't just trying to stop the Moon landing—they were trying to hide whatever this was.

But why?

And more importantly—who built this?

The agent lunged at her. They fought, kicking up lunar dust, the silence of the Moon making the battle eerily soundless.

Elara finally overpowered him, slamming him into the ground. His helmet cracked, and before she could stop him, he activated a failsafe.

His body dissolved into nothing.

Elara stood, breathing heavily.

She turned back to the structure. Whatever was here… it was important.

But for now, her mission was clear: ensure Apollo 11 succeeded.

She activated her communicator. "Chrono, status?"

"Timeline intact. Apollo 11 mission successful. Humanity lands on the Moon."

Elara exhaled in relief.

But as she looked back at the mysterious lunar structure, a cold realization hit her.

The Revisionists weren't just rewriting history.

They were hiding something.

Something buried in time.

And she needed to find out what—before it was too late.

Next Mission Detected:

"Chrono, locate the next anomaly."

A long pause. Then—

"Anomaly detected: July 4, 1776. The signing of the Declaration of Independence."

Elara's heart pounded.

The Revisionists were targeting the birth of the United States.

And that meant history itself was under attack.