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Metanoein

Thanks to Saxon Hawke for his written contributions.
The original posts are here.

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery

The docking tug released her ship; the pod gantry extracted her capsule. Sakaane prepared for the usual amount of discomfort that accompanied disembarkation.

“Have you been expecting a delivery, or a message?” Bataav asked over their private channel.

The black pod suit peeled off and hit the floor of the washroom in the captain’s quarters with a wet plop. Slimy rivulets of containment fluid dribbled down her body into inconvenient crevices. She reached for the shower knob.

“No. Why?”

Bataav hesitated before answering. “A courier showed up shortly after you left. His credentials seem to check out.”

The bar of soap squirted out of her hands. She let it fall unheeded to the floor and tried to fight down a sudden irrational surge of anxiety. Darac Rin’s couriers had had verifiable credentials, too, else they would never have been allowed on the station, never mind granted access to the restricted capsuleer zones. That hadn’t stopped them from bringing her ill news.


Nascence

Thanks to Tycho Antus, Bataav, and James Syagrius for participating.

 

“As long as you look for someone else to validate who you are by seeking their approval,
you are setting yourself up for disaster.
You have to be whole and complete in yourself.
No one can give you that.
You have to know who you are—what others say is irrelevant.”

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery
Capsuleer Residences

“I’m going down to the surface,” Sakaane suddenly announced.

Bataav looked up from the intelligence report he’d been studying. Sakaane sat across the room from him in a large window box spanning one whole wall of the living room. She’d barely moved since that morning, keeping her thoughts to herself and staring moodily out at the vista of the dome.

He followed her gaze. Evening was falling on the station and Ramacandra was beginning to darken the dome’s false sky. Someone had parked a Myrmidon overhead; it hung like a frozen dagger against the black disc of the moon, a ghostly visage that slowly solidified as the dome turned transparent for the night.

“I’m nearly done this report,” he said. “I can be ready in a few minutes.”

“I’d rather go alone. I need…some time to myself.”

He shook his head, picked up his datapad to input a few quick commands. They’d been over that already. “Then one of my men will meet you at the spaceport.”


On Music and Meddling

A good conversation erupted in FreeIntaki today.

This was my first opportunity to speak to Bastian Valoron since that mail from James Syagrius arrived earlier this week. I was pleased he inquired about the Intaki Cultural Center and seemed to have an interest in learning more about our people.

It was nice to talk about the artistic part of my past without it feeling like “a big deal” for once. That I could use my music and that of others as an example of the Federation’s cultural oppression was quite interesting to me. It’s not something I planned on but the timing worked out well, as it was still on my mind from that lengthy meeting I had with Suresha Hawke at the beginning of the month.

The conversation was enjoyable. It was nice to have more voices chiming in with support, rather than feeling like being on the back foot from all sides as tends to be the norm. It was too bad I had to cut the discussion short when I did, as I would have liked to explore the topic a bit more. I wonder what thoughts the Chancellor took away from the conversation.

It almost made me wonder if I could try picking up my instruments…or even the microphone…again. Maybe one day soon? Somehow I don’t think so… But then, the way things have been going, who knows what tomorrow will bring.

Transcript follows.


Common Ground

Thanks to Saxon Hawke and Layla Saitana for their written contributions.
The original posts are here.

Stacmon V – Moon 9 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

Sakaane walked into the station lounge and paused to survey the room, noting pilots grouped here and there at tables. Their conversations were hushed, spoken to one another from behind glasses held up near their mouths, their shoulders hunched toward one another as if afraid of being overheard. As she watched, more than a few repeatedly made glances in the direction of a certain table. Some of them sniggered while others had lingering expressions of mortification on their faces.

My grandmother would have said we are hanging out the dirty wash for all the world to see by meeting here, Sakaane thought, annoyed. Requiring a public arena as a means to enforce decorum was ridiculous, though from the tension in the air it appeared she had just missed an example of how this setting might not necessarily achieve that end anyway. Could they really accomplish nothing without an audience? This is not how things should be done.

She turned her head, following the glances of the onlookers, and was not surprised to see Suresha Hawke and Layla Saitana sitting together. Taking a measured breath, Sakaane banished her irritation. That attitude would do no good here. Regardless of the venue, they needed this meeting. The alliance depended on it. She squared her shoulders and approached the table.

Namas, Suresha, Layla,” she said warmly, bowing respectfully to Saxon. “I hope you’ve not been waiting long.”


Transfer of Power

Thanks to Saxon Hawke and Layla Saitana for their written material.
The original posts are here.

Intaki Prime – South Hemisphere – Drahaana City
Eionell Estate

Her eyes kept darting to the amused smirk on Bataav’s face, visible just to the side of her reflection in the mirror. “What?”

“Nothing,” he answered, breaking into a full grin. “Just you, standing there fussing about yourself. Do you get like this before leading a roam too?”

Sakaane laughed. “This is totally different!” She finished arranging her hair, pinning it into an elaborate knot with locks cascading out of it in soft curls around her neck and shoulders. Satisfied, she stepped back and turned to face him. “How do I look?”

He came near, resting his hands on her waist. She wore a crimson velvet corset and black slacks with a lightweight overrobe to cover her arms. The robe was long and open, black with the same color red accents and a smattering of silver stitching to compliment her simple jewelry. “You look lovely, Madam President,” he said quietly and leaned toward her.

She smiled, flushing at the use of the title, and smoothed her palms over the dark red fabric of his embroidered kurta. Like her robe, the long shirt was lightweight to help him stay cool in the warm Intaki weather. It covered black trousers. “We’re a matched set,” she murmured, tilting her face up to his.


The Anniversary

Thanks to Corelous Alterrian, Bataav, Saxon Hawke, and Jyotmimana Karana for their written material. The original posts are here.

Placid Region – Viriette Constellation – Intaki Prime
Intaki Cultural Center

Sakaane was partway through her round of the cultural center when she paused to step outside, wandering down a short flight of steps leading into the garden. The afternoon sun was warm and bright; she shielded her eyes to scan the green space and admire the elaborate decorations woven in amongst the myriad ferns and other flora the center’s grounds had to offer. The banner had been strung up and the acolytes were moving on to other tasks.

A gentle breeze ruffled her loose hair and the delicate velvet petals of the blossom pinned in it at her right ear, and brought with it the natural perfume of the thousands of flowers before her. She inhaled deeply, holding in the scent of her homeworld for a while before letting it out.

Beautiful, she thought. But, she also scanned the garden for other things, things which would not be quite so beautiful if they were there. Her hand wandered absently to her hip, reassuring her mind with a touch that her pistol was still holstered there. But all was quiet and peaceful in the garden. As it should be.


Isha-Sainika

Thanks to Anais Castells, Bataav, and Saxon Hawke for participating.

Essence Region – Crux Constellation – Mies System

Camera drones trailed the last wreck as it sped along, caught up in the green glow of the tractor beam. Once in range, salvagers went to work on it, and finally, sensors reported retrieval of the hull’s remaining useful components. The salvagers automatically deactivated, followed a moment later by the tractor beam.

For a few minutes Sakaane watched the wreck as it slowly drifted away from her ship, wondering who the crew had been, how many of them had escaped death today, and whether they’d chosen or been forced into a life of servitude for the Serpentis.

Eighty ships, all of them now like this one.

She set course to return to the agent, relieved to leave the battlefield behind.

The scene was one she’d often seen in recent weeks. Suresha Hawke had gone on sabbatical at the end of August and since then the corp had been subdued, with many pilots keeping mainly to themselves. Noting a lack of suitable agents in the area, Sakaane had taken the opportunity to return to empire space to pick up odd jobs here and there. All but a few tasked her with the destruction of Serpentis assets.

Not that giving the pirates a bloody nose had lost its appeal. There was still much to be done to eliminate the drug-loving criminals from New Eden and Sakaane eagerly looked forward to that day. But lately dismay had crept in, ringing as a discordant undertone in each explosion she caused. Surely, with wave after wave of Core Barons, Corelatis Platoon Leaders and the like disintegrating under the heat of her turrets, they’d wise up and pull back, pack up and leave the area, if for no other reason than to simply stymie the flood of losses she wrought upon them. But no. The Serpentis forces seemed limitless and all too willing to be sacrificed.


Loyalties Affirmed

Thanks to Gabriel Alkest, Devan Corvel, and Saxon Hawke for participating.

Sinq Laison Region – Coriault Constellation – Odotte System

“We’ll be testing fits today,” Natalya said. “Pair up to start. First one to get their partner to twenty-five percent armor wins. Do not proceed further than that, else I’ll fine your whiny asses. Sak, you’re first.”

She nudged her ship, Fire of Sekhmet, into the arena, watching her opponent’s Megathron approaching from the opposite direction. A ring of ships surrounded them, each from Comic Mischief member corporations.

The pilot in the Megathron jettisoned one unit of ammunition. She sent a command to loot his can, bypassing the automated warning that she was about to commit a criminal act.

He flashed red on her overview as he opened fire and she returned the favor, launching drones and pulling her Harbinger in tight, orbiting him at her laser turrets’ optimal range.

It was a close battle, but the Megathron, stationary and not fitted to web her down, slowly found its tank breaking ahead of her own. Eventually, Natalya called it.

“Good work. So here we see the importance of being able to stay moving against targets and how your optimals can work for or against you. The Meg couldn’t track as well with the Harb spinning around it like that, while Sak scored solid hits against the stationary target. Being inside the blaster’s optimal range while still being at her own meant her hits were better, while the ones she received didn’t do as much damage as they could have. With some better drone skills, Sakaane would have easily pulled ahead and beat this battleship. Let’s have a look at that Meg’s fit…”