• Got Bread?
    Summer Lake Cabin
  • The English Robin
    The English Robin
  • Japanese Maple
    Japanese Maple
  • Waterton Lakes Valley
    Waterton Lakes Valley
  • Magic Mushrooms
    Magic Mushrooms
  • Skywing
    Skywing
  • Fairy Stream
    Fairy Stream
  • Canadian Fall
    Canadian Fall
  • Amethyst Sky
    Amethyst Sky
  • Summer Lake Cabin
    Summer Lake Cabin
  • Stormy Mountain Sunset
    Stormy Mountain Sunset

Yearly archives: 2012

Secrets

Thanks to Morwen Lagann for assisting with the battle.

Intaki System – Intaki VI – Asteroid Belt 1

The Serpentis squad leader’s hull disintegrated into a ball of fire just as another group of ships warped into view.

Sakaane toggled her ship’s internal comm. “We’re earning our keep today. Prepare to engage new hostiles.”

Vakkas ki Shaanti turned in a graceful arc and sped its way across the belt while the newcomers closed the distance. Warnings sounded as each Serpentis vessel targeted her ship. Locking them up, Sakaane counted: one each of a Chief Guard, Chief Infantry, and Chief Safeguard, while behind them lumbered a Port Admiral.

No doubt dispatched to investigate my handiwork, she thought with a smirk. After yet another day spent dealing with Layla in council, Sakaane had returned home to find Bataav absent, out of system on diplomatic matters. The corp offices were quiet and the system, as was occasionally wont to happen, deserted of other capsuleers. Sakaane had thus taken the opportunity to patrol the belts to blow off steam. A long line of wrecks scattered across the system plus the numerous bounty payouts in her wallet had served to bring a more satisfying end to an otherwise bothersome day.


Culinary Adventures: Crock-Pot Teriyaki Chicken Wings

Anyone who knows me knows I hate cooking. It’s one of my least favorite domestic-type activities and if I could have my way I’d never do it. I’d much rather have food that arrives already prepared (if I could have a Star Trek replicator I’d be set). No fuss, no muss, no risk of under-cooking, over-cooking, burning, drying out, etc etc.

I don’t get along with certain kitchen appliances, like the oven, either. Many years ago I tried to bake banana bread. I followed all the directions. After the allotted time had passed, I used a toothpick to test if the bread was ready. The toothpick said it was. So out came the loaf, all lovely golden brown. It looked right. It smelled right. But when I attempted to move it from the baking sheet to a cooling rack, the loaf cracked open like an egg and spilled out its innards. Only the first inch or so of the loaf had baked, and the rest was raw. That lying toothpick…


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.


Finding One’s Way

Thanks to Mammal Tafren for his written contributions.
The original posts are here.

Intaki Prime – South Hemisphere – River Ganga

The punt rocked gently as it travelled upriver, propelled against the mild current by strong thrusts of the fisherman’s pole against the shallow river bottom. All was quiet, save for the lapping of water against the hull and the distant cries of birds wheeling overhead.

A cloth canopy positioned ahead of the till provided shade and Sakaane lounged beneath it on the pillows the fisherman had set up for her. The boat was flat-bottomed and low-slung, its sides mere inches from the surface of the river. She pushed up her sleeve and laid the exposed forearm across the smooth rail so her fingers trailed through the water. It was pleasantly cool.

“Don’t scare the fish!”

She smiled, turning her gaze to the young fair-haired boy perched near the prow with his line trailing into the water. The fisherman’s son was no more than eight and he grinned back at her.

“You don’t think they’d come to nibble on my fingers?” she asked. “You could just scoop them up then.”

The boy laughed. “Maybe!” Then he pointed to the middle of the river where the water was dark and the current much stronger. “They’re all out there, in the deep part. But I still think I can catch some here.”


Loss and Revelation

Thanks to Bataav for participating.

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery
New Lenoika – Rissa Bar

Water lapped at the shore not far from where Sakaane and Bataav sat sharing a bottle of Payloqan k’Adharnam. The biodome’s afternoon sun shone off the lake and cast slanting shadows into the bar. Birds in trees lining the shore sang delicate songs which they could hear through Rissa’s open windows and ceiling. Sakaane closed her eyes and turned her face up to the light, basking in its warmth, even if it was artificial.

“We should come here more often,” Bataav said, refilling their glasses.

Opening her eyes, she cast a glance around the Intaki establishment: its limestone construction was accented by natural wood beams overhead while the white of the walls set off bright three-color paintings by renowned Intaki artists. Other patrons, some of whom she knew, sat together or alone at nearby tables or the bar itself.

“Mhmm. Though I’d love it if I could convince Njal to move Deck 17 back to Intaki. We could just stick the whole thing in a blockade runner and bring it down. Easy.”

Bataav smiled. “There’s just the small question of how to get the bar out of the station still intact.”

“Minor technical detail!”