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Category: Solitary Pilot

One Universe // One Journey

Solitary Pilot contains posts about my experiences playing the MMORPG EVE Online. Most of the older content is written in-character (from a roleplay perspective). Some familiarity with EVE will ensure the roleplay makes much more sense, but even if not, readers should still be able to get by.

The name “Solitary Pilot” comes from the EVE Online music track of the same name.


First Meeting (Reprise)

Thanks to Devan Corvel for participating.

Bereye III – Moon 1 – Roden Shipyards Factory

Happy Face of Death docked quietly, a speck of armor and guns amidst numerous other ships moving about their own business. Inside the capsule, Sakaane waited patiently for the tug to tow her ship into a bay.

Relief and guilt struggled for dominance within her and as she dwelled upon each it seemed she spun in circles. Relief for being out of the navy and moving on to what she hoped were better horizons, which led to guilt for breaking her commitment to the squad even though she’d watched other pilots come and go the same way…leading back to the same relief for having made the decision she knew was right for her…and on and on.

She noticed her ship sitting idle in an access way between hangars and panned the camera drones around, focusing on the tug just ahead. “What’s the holdup?”

“Sorry, ma’am,” came the speedy reply. “We’ve received a request to berth you in Bay 173 but there is a slight delay due to some…equipment…that requires moving. Please accept our apologies for the inconvenience.”

“Fine, thank you.” She dismissed the channel and returned to her brooding.


Resignation

Duripant VII – Moon 6 – Federal Navy Academy School

Sakaane sat on her favorite barstool in Deck 17 and scrolled through the Scope newsfeed in her datapad. A story caught her eye:

Recovering from the shock of defeat in Luminaire, sizeable sections of the Gallente populace have begun to call for integrity and accountability amongst Federation Navy leadership, a group they hold chiefly responsible for the disastrous military blunders of June 10.

Just one of many recent events representing a growing crisis of faith in their own security forces, yesterday’s “Citizen’s Emergency Summit” held in Villore saw more than a hundred prominent Federation luminaries unite in agreement about who was to be held ultimately accountable. Jointly hosted by some of the larger subsidiaries to the major Gallente corporations, the Summit was attended by various political officials, lobbyists and even cultural icons.

She chewed her dinner slowly and kept reading. A quote stood out:

“…We are undoubtedly dealing with entrenched, institutional corruption and incompetence, all of which has occurred under his watch. Our military leaders and their Chief of Command have failed us. We need to be sure now more than ever that this cannot happen again.”

“Entrenched, institutional corruption and incompetence,” Sakaane muttered, reading the article over again. “Sounds about right to me.”


Stolen Arms

Thanks to Devan Corvel for participating.

Luminaire VII (Caldari Prime) – Moon 6 – Federation Navy Assembly Plant

The comm link was open; her fleet commander was talking.

“Good job today. The Serpentis are down fourteen to our none. You all know the drill: report for debriefing after docking and disconnection.”

Sakaane stretched in her pod while she waited for her ship, a Vexor-class cruiser affectionately named Happy Face of Death in honor of the arrangement of its forward-facing viewports, to be towed into her hangar behind those of her squadmates. Their missions had ended the same way, day in and day out, since she’d graduated that past March and she suspected more than a few of her squadmates were able to do ‘the drill’ in their sleep.

Graduation. The word passed through her mind like a sigh. Four years of study, of sweat and late nights, little sleep, of being hooked up to machines and suffering endless medical tests. Four years of struggling to maintain some sort of life outside the academy, of holding onto memories and motivations. Four years of being terrified she would fail, end up mindlocked or worse, while watching it happen to other classmates. Four years worrying that everything would turn out to be for nothing and she would have to go back to Intaki to an empty house and a ruined life. Sakaane took a shuddering breath. No, she’d made it. She’d pushed through, all so she could call herself a capsuleer.


CONCORD DED Public Capsuleer Datasheet

  • Name/DED Callsign: Sakaane Eionell
  • AKA: Sak, Sakaane
  • Bloodline: Intaki
  • Date of Birth: February 3, YC83
  • Place of Birth: Intaki Prime
  • Height: 170cm (5’7″)
  • Weight: 56.7kg (125lbs)
  • Hair Color: Honey blonde
  • Eye Color: Green
  • Political Alignment: Intaki Separatist
  • Employment History: Intaki Liberation Front (current); Tantalus Inc.; The Golden Phoenix Inc.; Federal Navy Academy
  • Status: Clear
  • DED Threat Assessment: Low

Data queries in YC114 suggest this capsuleer may have solicited information concerning certain prohibited technologies. Information trace on this subject is inconclusive and no record of criminal activity exists to date. See also: Darac Rin (case file #DR-895OH-W41I.YC114) and Milo Caman (case file #MC-38R5N-LCC2.YC114)

Subject specializes in Amarr ship classes. Openly aggressive concerning the Serpentis and demonstrates anti-State and anti-Federation sentiment where Intaki is concerned. Willing to engage hostile ships. Promoted to Pasha of Aditipala (ILF) ca. Apr YC113. Promoted to Isha-Sainika (ILF) ca. Oct YC113. Appointed leader (“Suresha”, an Intaki term meaning “supreme leader of all leaders”) of the Intaki Prosperity Initiative (IPI) ca. Feb YC114 and of the Intaki Liberation Front (ILF) ca. Jun YC115. Resigned as Suresha ca. Mar YC120. Current activities: Unknown.

Personality Assessment: Subject is fiercely loyal to her ideals and trusted friends. She values honesty and sincerity. Independent in nature but occasionally shy regarding personal matters. Her approach to other people varies from formal and reserved to warm and light-hearted depending on the nature of the association. Subject is Reborn and was raised according to Ida however psychological assessment indicates spiritual uncertainty in these areas stemming from events in YC106.

Physical Assessment: Healthy Intaki female. Toned, slim build. Average height. Medical history indicates extensive surgery and physical rehabilitation in YC106. Avoids all controlled substances including alcohol. No cybernetic enhancements other than standard capsuleer implants. Subject maintains close-quarters combat and firearm training (skill assessment: adept). Noted to wear a personal sidearm following service with FNA until late YC110; readopted ca. Apr YC113.

Known Associations: Subject is romantically involved with Bataav en Gravonere (case file #BG-49ZSI-FQ78.YC113). Maintains relations with various capsuleers and capsuleer organizations, most notably Saxon Hawke, Morwen Lagaan, Katrina Oniseki (Ishuk-Raata Enforcement Directive).


New Eden – Intaki Calendar

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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.