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Category: Ficlets

Ficlets are third-person narratives of Sakaane’s adventures in New Eden. Ficlets that are very long, or multiple ficlets that form parts of larger story arcs, are also available as ebook collections.

Holoreel Convention – Part 7

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

Sakaane slipped quietly back into bed and pulled the sheet up around herself. All the blankets were in a tangled heap on the floor, and while the room wasn’t actually cold, the air felt slightly chilled on her skin, still warm from the shower she’d just taken. She shifted onto her side, propping herself up on an elbow and resting her chin in one hand so she could watch Bataav sleep.

A single bead of water escaped from her still-damp hair and slipped between her shoulder blades, making her shiver. Shaking her head slightly, she reached back to wipe the moisture away; the movement brought the chronometer on his side of the bed into view, just ticking over the hour. The morning was nearly gone.

She quickly looked back to his profile, quiet and peaceful in slumber, and banished anxious thoughts about what tomorrow and the following days might bring.

He must have felt her watching him because he stirred and carefully cracked open one eye, then the other. A smile tugged at his lips as their gaze met and she felt her heart flutter the way it always did when he looked at her.

“Hi, sleepyhead,” she teased, reaching out to brush her fingers through his hair and stroke his forehead. “You dozed.”

His smile became a grin and he reached for her. “I can’t imagine why I was tired.”

Holoreel Convention – Part 6

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

Bataav’s arms were still wrapped protectively around Sakaane when her voice woke him. There were no words, just notes of a song escaping from her randomly when she exhaled. He listened a while, eyes closed, and hoped it meant her subconscious had worked its way through the prior day’s events.

He carefully shifted back to have a look at her. She was sound asleep, her honey blonde hair tussled and loose everywhere. The cures on her face had done their work and dissipated overnight: no trace of bruising remained. Lifting the blanket, he examined her side. In the end the doctor had applied a second, more advanced triage cure which picked up and carried on where the first-aid kit’s epidermal patch had been inadequate for the task. The wound was nearly gone; a pale pink line remained and even as he watched it seemed to fade. In short order it would heal completely.

Good as new, he thought, tucking the blanket back around her shoulders and brushing his lips against her forehead. On the outside at least.

She stirred, her green eyes blinking sleepily awake.

“Hey you,” he said, his voice low. “How are you feeling?”

Sakaane’s head was full of remnants of jumbled dreams and her body felt stiff. She stretched to ease away the discomfort while remaining within his embrace. “Better. Tired still,” she said honestly and yawned. “What time is it?”

“No idea. Late I think. Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

Holoreel Convention – Part 5

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

The first panel of the day did not begin until 1100, so Bataav and Sakaane were afforded the opportunity to enjoy a lazy start to their day in her quarters before venturing out together for breakfast.

“The Economy” was a large presentation in which analysts from across New Eden discussed how the various markets in the cluster interacted with one another and how capsuleers were usually its driving force. They used terms like “pilot versus pilot” and “pilot versus everything else” to distinguish between conflicts where capsuleers shot each other and conflicts where capsuleers went after baseliner space-faring groups (or found those groups coming for them) and the resulting number of ships produced to replaced those that were destroyed.

Production and Destruction.

Production and Destruction.

Holoreel Convention – Part 4

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

Sakaane looked up to see a very tall, black-haired woman passing by in the line of people still filing into the room. She wore combat fatigues and a military vest, and paused directly in front of Bataav at the sound of her name, looking first at him and then to Sakaane standing immediately beside him.

After a moment of cool scrutiny which took in everything about ILF pilots including the convention IDs hanging around their necks, recognition flashed through her blue eyes. Sanya stepped out of the line and squeezed into a spot beside them, offering her hand in greeting.

The trio wasn’t afforded an opportunity to say more than their hellos, for just then the doors to the room were closed and the presenter approached the podium.

He was something of a roly-poly Gallente gentleman, short, with tousled black hair and beard. He coughed and cleared his throat a great deal while getting his papers in order. The crowd in the room settled down as he began to speak.

Holoreel Convention – Part 3

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

The next morning’s alarm was a rude awakening. Bataav slowly rubbed his eyes. The night before had ended as another late one but he smiled widely as he remembered it, turning to lay on his side and stroking his fingers down Sakaane’s back as she sat up and smiled at him.

“Hmmm. I might be looking forward to today but I wish it didn’t have to start so early,” he said.

Sakaane padded her way to the small bathroom and looked back over her shoulder. “Not a morning person, then?”

“No. I like bed too much.” He raised an eyebrow suggestively.

She ducked into the bathroom so he wouldn’t hear her giggle. It was refreshing to see this side of her otherwise quiet and somewhat mysterious friend, even if he only let his guard down like this in private.

Soon enough, washed and dressed, they navigated a myriad of station corridors to the conference center, spotting others along the way clearly attending the same event.

They followed throngs of people filtering toward the convention center, wondering as they walked if any of these capsuleers might be people they’d previously flown with…or previously fired upon. A few times Bataav nudged Sakaane to point out those whose corporation logos were emblazoned across the front or back of their shirts or jackets. Most of them were, to them, pirates: Rote Kapelle, Beyond Divinity, Wildly Inappropriate…

Holoreel Convention – Part 2

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie VI

The late hour conspired against them: all the shops they passed were closed.

“I suppose this is what we get for wandering around town in the middle of the night,” Sakaane said. “I thought these ‘Icelanders’ were known for staying up late to party?”

“It’s the middle of the week.” Bataav shrugged. “What now?”

She turned on the spot, looking up and down the very empty streets. The city was eerily quiet; no people or vehicles about, no sirens in the distance. Not at all what she expected from the island’s largest metropolitan area. “What time is it?”

“About…0315 local.” At her expression, he grinned. “What? Mine was the late flight.”

She laughed. “I knew I shouldn’t have taken that nap earlier. It’ll take some doing to get used to the time difference between station and here. Right. We’re closer to my hotel now than yours, and the tour leaves from mine in about five hours. Maybe we’ll get lucky and the lounge there will still be open.”

They set off again, shortly arriving in the Nordica’s lobby and the VOX bar, but there, too, things were closed for the night.

“Perhaps room service?” Bataav suggested. “If you don’t mind. I’m starving.”

Holoreel Convention – Part 1

Many thanks to Bataav for his valuable input and written contributions to the Holoreel RP.
An ebook of all seven parts of this ficlet can be found here.

Dodixie IX – Moon 20 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

Obsidian Dawn slid gently into Bay 8. The assault frigate’s glassy black hull reflected the interior of the Gallente station as it approached its berth, finally coming to rest above the pod gantry, which automatically commenced extraction of the ship’s large black egg-shaped capsule.

Suspended inside, Sakaane felt the slight jolt which accompanied the confirmation the pod was now connected securely to her station cabin’s catwalk and she could disconnect at her leisure. Squishing her toes through the pod’s goo one last time, she sent the command and waited to find herself among air and light once more.

Somehow, no matter how many times she’d done it, disconnection always felt like being flushed down a giant toilet. The worst part was the sudden sense of being small, of being limited to flesh and blood and bone. Mortal.

The pod split open and ejected her onto the steel landing with a splash of neuro-embryonic containment fluid. This drained away, leaving her wet, slimy and barefoot on the cold metal. The implants in her back tingled slightly as always; she resisted the urge to scratch and easily ascended the stairs to the balcony, peeling off her black podsuit as she went. Later, showered and dressed, she stood before the full-length mirror and decided today to leave her honey-blonde hair down, curling in soft waves around her face and shoulders. After all, she was on vacation.

A soft beep from a nearby panel indicated her personal affects were scheduled for transfer from her ship and the small crew had disembarked. They were free to enjoy themselves for the week; it was unlikely she’d hear from any of them before they turned up again for duty the following Monday.

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…”


Thanks to Gabriel Alkest and Devan Corvel for participating.

Intaki V – Moon 5 – Astral Mining Inc. Refinery
ILF Office

The corporation lounge was empty. Again. Sakaane sighed and let the door close behind her.

“Such a crowd!” she said to the vacant space. “Wherever shall I sit?”

Sinking down onto the nearest cushion, elbow on her knee and chin cupped in her hand, Sakaane accessed her comm link and flipped through various channels, trying to see where everyone was. But, as had become the norm for her in the last few weeks, there was no one to be found. No Mammal, no Bataav, no anyone.

A familiar feeling of frustration washed over her. TGPI all over again. This is ridiculous. I came home to help my homeworld but instead find myself sitting idle. I could have stayed in Bereye and accomplished exactly the same!

Despite the encouraging first impression ILF had made upon her arrival in August, her excitement and hope from being home again for the first time in six years had quickly been crushed, starting with a triple set of losses to other capsuleers—one of which had nothing to do with actual combat but was due entirely to an embarrassing mistake on her part. Tactics and combat down here were so very different to what she was used to in high security space. How many years shooting Serpentis and yet I feel I have learned…nothing.

Immediately after that her new corpmates all seemed to evaporate. This sudden and disturbing lack of activity from the corporation had left Sakaane alone in Intaki. With SCUM and Tuskers running rampant through the area, space was simply too volatile for a single pilot, already feeling inadequate to the task, to venture out into space and do anything but be a target.


Thanks to Devan Corvel and Nailo Zook for participating.

Bereye III – Moon 1 – Roden Shipyards Factory
Golden Phoenix Inc. Office

Sakaane sat at her desk, staring at a datapad. The display swam before her, prompting her to drop the device with a sigh so she could massage her temples and forehead. The act did nothing to ease the ache behind her eyes; she leaned forward instead, resting her elbows on the desk and leaving her head in her hands.

It had been a hard twelve months and Sakaane felt drained. A year had passed since the first Caldari occupation of Intaki and everything had gone downhill from there. She’d lost Mourning Star and its crew to rogue slavers because of her own stupid, completely avoidable negligence: she’d been so worried about her homeworld that her mind wandered from the battle and she’d failed to activate any defenses. Some weeks later, reports began to surface of shortages in Intaki, and by June of YC111, the Caldari had swept through the rest of the Federation war zone, claiming it all for the State. Long conversations with Njal about these developments had ignited a desire to go back to Intaki and fight for independence…but still she found herself in hisec.

She opened her eyes. The datapad’s display listed the current Golden Phoenix roster. Annoyingly, all but four of the names showed as inactive, including Nailo’s, their CEO, and she sighed. More and more over the last year, Devan had been forced to step into his shoes and make decisions that shouldn’t have been his to make. He’d stay up late working on reports and tasks which should have been solely the responsibility of the CEO and no one else. His own responsibilities and other obligations, including to her, had fallen more and more by the wayside, and she’d seen him less and less for all the time he spent holed up in the corp office. Nailo had been more or less unreachable and left no word as to when he’d resurface. The corporation had floundered without proper guidance, and there had been no one else with at least some authority to do anything about that but Devan.