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    Japanese Maple
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  • Magic Mushrooms
    Magic Mushrooms
  • Skywing
    Skywing
  • Fairy Stream
    Fairy Stream
  • Canadian Fall
    Canadian Fall
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  • Summer Lake Cabin
    Summer Lake Cabin
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    Stormy Mountain Sunset

Category: Scribbles

New Eden – Intaki Calendar

Click for full-size calendar.

Click for full-size calendar.

While writing a recent piece of fiction, I became interested in what season it happened to be, and other considerations related to date, in the southern Intaki hemisphere at the time the fiction took place.

After a bit of digging into the Vaanin k’Intaki and a calendar thread on the ILF forums, I decided to construct a chart as a kind of conversion tool.

This chart assumes, due to beliefs in rebirth (and taking into consideration the days of the Intaki week), the Intaki calendar year always begins on the first day of the week, even after Kumhbelaa (which, at only 11 days long, ends on the fifth day of the week, and the sixth day would be ignored).

The overall design of the chart is akin to a mirror image. One pixel is equal to one day. The New Eden (Earth) side is accurate to the actual calendar days from 2007 (YC109) onward, including leap years. Each long line is the start of a month. Every short line is a Sunday. On the Intaki side, each long line is also the start of a month and every short line is the first day of a week which I have assumed should actually be Day of Rebirth.

“N” and “S” across the top correspond to hemispheres (which wouldn’t exist for New Eden standard, but are helpful for conversions from the real world), while the colored blocks correspond to the seasons occurring in those hemispheres. On the New Eden side, the seasons are marked according to equinox and solstice as per real life, while on the Intaki side I used the seasons according to the calendar wheels in the Vaanin k’Intaki.

Keeping in mind that Intaki is a hot, tropical world with a late-sequence red star, typical weather (as suggested by the Vaanin k’Intaki) for each season is as follows:

Vitlakal – Winter: cool, rainy season
Valanay – Spring: warm, rainy season
Vilaad – Summer: hot dry season
Vharlaad – Autumn: cool dry season

The chart goes to mid-YC125 (mid-2023). If we are all still RPing that long from now I will be really impressed!

As with anything, YMMV. :)


First Meeting

Thanks to Devan Corvel for participating.

Duripant VII – Moon 6 – Federal Navy Academy School

Deck 17 Bar ’n’ Grill had only a small crowd in it when Sakaane walked through the door. The chink of glass and dinnerware punctuated the quiet hum of conversation and a delicious aroma wafted out from the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled as she scanned the room for a likely-looking place to sit down. Having spent the last several weeks nourished only by her capsule, she was eager to treat her palate to some real food.

“My dear, my dear!” The bartender, Njal, waved her over. “It’s been some time, kainta. Where have you been keeping yourself?”

Namas, Njal.” Sakaane smiled and sat down on a stool opposite him. In his late fifties, Njal was originally from Intaki but had left Placid years ago to make his fortune. His travels led him to Duripant, where he’d opened Deck 17. This had proven a successful endeavor but he often joked his fortune was still waiting for him, even though Sakaane knew he felt tending his bar brought him a kind of richness ISK couldn’t provide. He was tall and lightly built, and like many Intaki men his age wore his grey hair long, but tied back at the nape of his neck with a leather thong.

Having been transferred to Duripant after completing a year’s worth of preliminary training in Scolluzer, Sakaane had become a regular at Deck 17, enjoying Njal’s easy camaraderie and the reminder of home he provided. Now, two years later, she considered him a good friend and knew he thought of her as the daughter he’d never had.


In the Navy

Scolluzer VII – Moon 3 – Federal Navy Academy School

Sakaane woke just moments before the bedside alarm went off. The unfamiliar darkness confused her; the room was pitch black and devoid of all sound save for the quiet hum of air circulation fans hidden away in the ceiling.

Then the alarm blared its buzzer next to her ear and she remembered. This wasn’t home; it was a small windowless cabin, practically a closet, in a space station light-years from where she’d been born. The alarm’s light reflected off the polysteel walls, bathing the room in a blood red glow that blinked on and off.

Just like the emergency lights on the passenger liner.

Groaning, she banished the thought and reached over to turn the alarm off. It was 0600 station time.

“Lights.” The overhead flicked on. Blinking, Sakaane shuffled from the room’s narrow bunk to the opposite wall, where a doorway revealed a compact lavatory. She squeezed into the tiny shower stall. The water was on the cold side of lukewarm and she gasped, muttering under her breath about how the accommodations certainly did not live up to the exorbitant fee she’d paid for only one night’s stay. But as soon as she’d looked up hotel rates the night before she’d realized such was station life: living in space was not cheap and any amount of real estate came at a premium.

The water did not encourage her to linger and soon enough she was dressed, checked out of the room, and standing before the doors to the academy with her travel bag slung over her shoulder. Excitement tingled through her. Without hesitation she pushed the door open and stepped inside.


Capsule-Bound

Verge Vendor Region – Ancbeu Constellation – Scolluzer System

The warp tunnel collapsed; a stargate loomed into view above Sakaane’s ship, dwarfing the battered Griffin-class frigate she’d bought from a salvage yard in Agoze. Abandoned on a battlefield where a capsuleer and Serpentis pirates had recently clashed, the ship was badly damaged and just barely functional. Yet it was all she had been able to afford. A shuttle was beyond her budget and she wouldn’t risk taking a commercial passenger transport.

Never again.

The burly man who sold the wrecked Griffin to her had been happy to be rid of what he called a “worthless hunk of squiddy metal” for the meager price she offered. He’d shrugged when she’d asked if it would hold together through seven jumps from Intaki.

“Mebbe,” he’d drawled, “if yer real lucky an don’t meet no pirates.” The salvage yard wasn’t terribly well-equipped; he’d pulled out a dusty paper map of the area. “You figurin on goin through Ost direct ta high security empire? Bad idea, that. Stac gate there usually camped.” He pointed. “Better ta use this gate here.”

He’d shrugged again when she protested about the course change adding another jump to the trip. “It’s yer life. Either way ya gotta figure some way ta fly this boat first. There ain’t no pod innit, an you ain’t no pod pilot.”

True, but that was the entire purpose of the journey. Becoming a capsuleer had never occurred to her before; she was Intaki, content to remain an artisan singing songs for her modest following, until Serpentis pirates had ruined it all. Now she was determined and had quickly learned from any pilot and mechanic willing to teach her how to rig the former pod ship for manual controls good enough to get by.

I will have my revenge.


Introduction

Everything has to have a beginning. I suppose this is mine.

Sakaane Eionell

Sakaane Eionell

I was born on Intaki to a loving family. My father was a traditionalist and favored concentrating on our life at home. He and my mother sheltered my siblings and me from whatever lay beyond Intaki. I didn’t mind this so much until after I left Intaki and discovered the harsh realities of New Eden, and just how ignorant I was.

As a girl I loved to sing and as I grew into a young woman music became my passion, my art. I had gathered a modest following at home and believe I could have made a decent career for myself…but as I know now is wont to happen in Placid, one day the Serpentis changed my life forever. It’s an old story: a passenger liner, full of innocent travellers, in the wrong place at the wrong time. Rescue crews pulled my mother, me, and too few others from the wreck. Everyone else, including my father and siblings, were lost.