The Tall One


Ch’ali stirred from his slumber.

He stood on his four legs arching his back, his spine flexing.

With a little shake he stretched out his front paws dipping his head and shoulders down, straightening his spine and flexing his tail.

He then pulled his hind legs under himself sitting and begun the cleaning ritual his mother had taught him when he was a cub.

After about 10 minutes of acrobatic poses intermixed with licking and combing of his fur Ch’ali was ready to take on the day.

Looking around he surveyed his domain.

The tall one that fed him and provided extra heat was standing at a panel that was adorned with lights and images.  As usually she had shed her fur.

Ch’ali did not understand why the tall ones shed their furs so much.  He had investigated her fur the first time she had shed it, sniffing and marking his scent on it so she would know who the Alpha was.  He had decided it must be normal behavior for her.

Her fur was not soft, nor lose, but appeared to be tightly interwoven within itself.  She sometimes would pull her fur back onto her body.  The whole thing was quite strange.

Ch’ali’s fur only came off in small bits when he cleaned himself.  He once tried to put his fur “back on”, but alas… it never felt the same.

The tall one purred and meowed out a melodic tone of song.’

He recognized his title amongst the song and his designator as well.  It warmed his heart that she had the gratitude of his being and the politeness of his order to so correctly address his position.

He sauntered over to her hind legs and rubbed his chin against them remarking his scent.

She was one of his family and she had to be constantly remarked as she thoroughly cleaned herself every 15 hours or so.  It was infuriating that he had to remark her so often.  How else would anyone know who she belonged to.

He purred and squeaked the commands that triggered the tall one to prepare his morning food.

The food was sufficient.

Although the tall one never let him kill his own food, which he missed, she was able to remove it from it’s protective shell.

He had grown accustomed to it.

He had not sensed any prey in this domicile.

She was definitely an adept hunter, removing and somehow preserving all the prey into those small grey hard shells.

He sniffed and tasted the prey.  It was indeed dead, and the freshness of blood and flesh had been removed.  He sat and looked up at the tall one and let out a long query.

She addressed him by his title and designation.

He queried again, then sniffed the plate and turned around in circles in the dance that signified he requested she obey his query.

She ignored him.

Then another song, this one cold and disembodied rang out.

Ch’ali sensed the tall one stiffen, her pheromones changing instantly.  She was now alert and ready to hunt.

Ch’ali’s heart increased its beating, he tensed and listened, he quickly started to look for prey, trying to find a new odour amongst the familiar.

The tall one sung out to the disembodied melody and then turned and sprinted across the room to the egg.

She climbed into the egg and disappeared as it swallowed her whole.

The first time he had seen her eaten by the egg it had terrified him.  But after she had emerged unharmed he understood she was in command of the egg and it would not permanently consume her.

Ch’ali sat back down at the dead prey meal and begrudgingly consumed it.

He would have to hunt the elusive melody that called to him yesterday.

He would find it and silence it today.

Today he would hunt.



Sector Cache arose from her slumber. This clone had lasted longer than any of the previous.

Stuck in this Wolf Rayett, this clone might actually die of old age.

The quiet solitude of a C13 Wolf Rayet was deafening and eternally boring to an immortal capsuleer.

What is a Wolf Rayett you ask? Well, let me tell you.

Wolf Rayett Stars are a rare heterogeneous set of stars with unusual spectra showing prominent broad emission lines of highly ionized helium and nitrogen or carbon. The spectra indicate very high surface enhancement of heavy elements, depletion of hydrogen, and strong stellar winds. Their surface temperatures range from 30,000 K to around 200,000 K, hotter than almost all other stars.

Classic Wolf Rayet stars are evolved, massive stars that have completely lost their outer hydrogen and are fusing helium or heavier elements in the core. WR stars show hydrogen lines in their spectra and are known as WNh stars; they are young extremely massive stars still fusing hydrogen at the core, with helium and nitrogen exposed at the surface by strong mixing and radiation-driven mass loss. A separate group of stars with WR spectra are the central stars of planetary nebulae (CSPNe), post Asymptotic Giant Branch stars that were similar to the Star of old, Sol while on the main sequence, but have now ceased fusion and shed their atmospheres to reveal a bare carbon-oxygen core.

All Wolf Rayet stars are highly luminous objects due to their high temperatures—thousands of times the bolo-metric luminosity of the Star (L☉) for the CSPNe, hundreds of thousands L☉ for the Population I WR stars, to over a million L☉ for the WNh stars—although not exceptionally bright visually since most of their radiation output is in the ultraviolet.

The naked-eye stars Gamma Velorum and Theta Muscae, as well as the most massive known star, R136a1 in 30 Doradus, are all Wolf Rayet stars as well as many of the stars found in Shattered wormhole systems also known as J systems.

Shattered systems differ from other wormhole systems in various ways, and fall into two general categories, with the one notable exception, Thera. Because they have no moons, it is not possible to anchor a POS or Citadel in them, and so living in them is even more difficult than living in normal wormholes.

There are only seventy five standard shattered wormhole systems.

Twenty five of the shattered wormhole systems are known as “Small Ship Holes” or  C13s.  They inherit all the features of the standard shattered systems, although capsuleers have reported that C13’s had an interesting effect on their ships.

They reported increased densities of their armor plates by a factor of two and an increase destructive power of their weapon systems by a factor of four. Captains have also noted that their signature appear to “Bloom” in C13s and their shields resists were also negatively effected.

Sector’s Heron was operating nominally, and the ECCM scrips she had picked up in Jita right before all that “Burning” nonsense had begun were humming away quietly in her SEE-BOs keeping the vessel safe from being scanned down.

The Fendahlian Collective knew what they were doing as her vessel had the signature of a can, and one would have to stumble onto it blindly, a once in 72.946 billionth chance.

Sector had brought all kinds of diversions with her as she knew this would be a long solo expedition.

She was alone on her Heron without a crew, something she had never done before.

It meant she had a lot of maintenance out side of her pod to do, which was a great risk.

She had narrowed down the risk window to 57 seconds, the time it took her to sprint naked from the furthest accessible point on the vessel to her pod and to “jack” in to the security of immortality.

She was alone… but there was one other life form aboard with her.

His name was Ch’ali.

He was 28 centimeter tall and 98 centimeters long, if you counted his tail. He was two and a half years old.

Sector had bought him from an animal merchant that said his species of feline were a great comfort to captains on long quiet voyages.

Two scratches on her leg and four across her left arm said differently, but after three days of wariness, Ch’ali had finally warmed up to her, often curling up at her feet while she reclined outside her pod reading.

The aloofness but spontaneity of the feline intrigued and delighted Sector in ways she never thought she would be.

In the end, Ch’ali turned out to be affectionate and sociable, but only when he wanted to be. He wasn’t anyone’s pet, and always approached Sector on his own terms.

“Captain,” Auras voice interrupted, “There is a vessel on D-Scan. 14.175 AU and closing.”

Sector leaped up and sprinted over to the Pod.

Finally, she thought, something interesting to do.

“Aura, Initiate warp to safe 2392.324.”

‘Snick, Snick’ the plugs snapped into her spine as she submerged into the warm goo.

Here we go.

Here we go again.

Common Problems, Uncommon


“IF you want a treat,
if you’ve earned a treat,
if you have to treat yo self…
Get Treaties Treat Snacks Treat Cakes Now!!

Numa Numa,
Duma Yuma,
Simple Bojah,

The obnoxious music blasted through the Kitsune’s Hull at 92 decibels.

“Aura,” System shouted in her mind, “Cancel current audio from ship wide coms!”

The music ended abruptly.

Infuriated, System had not only heard the song play through the coms speakers, but also had it blasted directly into her mind.

“Computer, who authorized the ship wide coms?”

“The meta script in data file 3029.kfd9…” the computer replied.

“Why did the filtering protocol not filter out that script?” System replied.

“Captain, there is a redundant error in the core mainframe S.P.A. Meta filters. I am currently attempting to repair the integrity.”

Aura was then silent.

This was so embarrassing.

System had taken on a physical body of crew for the first time.

Too many things were going wrong, too many mistakes. Each of them seemed to be more and more embarrassing than the last. It was starting to feel personal.

“Aura set align for Station VIII, Akkilen, Sisters of Eve Bureau, and initiate warp. Call ahead and prep docking protocols,” System commanded the AI program.

She then opened a private console and ordered up the voice coms connect to the Sisters station.

“Station VIII switchboard program Greta Mark V here. How may I help you capsuleer?” the attendant program responded.

“Greta, please connect me with Jita IV IV, capsuleer quarter 17b 384 c5, Authorization: Baud Victor 9 Kilo 726 Charlie.”

The tone beeped quietly as the connection was being made.

Systems mind drifted, ‘There was usually not time for the mind to drift, until there was too much time for the mind to drift,’ she thought.

Then her mind lingered on her old friend Jason, she wondered how he was these days, she would have to drop in on him, next time she was near… the coms program interrupted, “Capsuleer, there is no response from your connect. Would you like to leave a message?”

“Yes, Greta.  Commence Message. Fernando my old friend, how are you? Well, I don’t know why I asked that… this is a message and I don’t really expect an answer, since this is an audio recording… ” her voice faltered for a moment, oh how she hated leaving messages. “Uhm, remember the incident on Tzvi VI?  Well I’m calling in that favour.  I need a Warrant Officer Grade Boatswain’s Mates.  I need someone I can trust to take care of all the problems of taking on a new crew, a new vessel, and all the problems accoutrement.  I don’t lose ships very often so maybe what I need is a very good agency that can provide me such high calibre well trained Officers that can intercept and deal with all the day to day issues. Fern, I need your help.  You know me I am not a tough captain, and I suffer for that. I need someone that can be tough for me.  I prefer someone that can be quartered and assigned directly to me, one who travels with me following whatever ship I am on.  Ok, well… I don’t know how to end these calls so,” and she then just pushed the disconnect button from the record.

“Ok Greta, leave that message for Fernando.”

System logged off the private console and internally sighed a sigh of relief.

It was short lived.

“Captain,” Aura spoke into her mind again, “There is a fire on C Deck and auto suppression system is not responding, the auto dock protocols are also, although not related, unresponsive and dock control is waiting for your reply to confirm if we want to dock. Also there are 23 urgent command requests from 6 different ship department coordinators waiting for your response.”

The tension was back in her neck.

Fernando had better come through for her this time.

She did not think she could put up with this much longer.

“Captain, your vitals show you are conscience. Please reply… Captain?”


System wonder how long her silence could be sustained.

Have a grand party celebration with eighteen old friends they said… #CapsuleerStyle


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Finding Herself – Part II

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The Myrmidon was dark, it’s silhouette standing out starkly against the reflection of the star’s blue light illuminating the moon’s surface.

The vessel was in a decaying orbit around the third moon of the failed star/gas giant, un-power.

There was a slight lateral roll of the ship keeping the temperatures mostly regulated on her outer hull surface, but she was far enough from the star in system that heat was not the primary failure concern.

System matched the roll and directed her flight path to within fifty meters of the Myrmidon.

She sent the encrypted command codes to eject the existing pod that contained her own deceased clone body.

The pod bay doors opened and the dead capsule ejected out of the Federation Navy built Battle-cruiser.

The dead capsule would be left to drift in space, orbiting the moon.  It would likely be grabbed by the gas giant’s massive gravity well at some point and crushed into tightly packed molecules in it’s super dense atmosphere, with her corpse pilot along for the fatal final flight.

With a single thought System’s current capsule moved toward the pod bay doors and the tiny capsule began the boarding protocols.

The rescued Myrmidon had been adrift and presumed lost for the last seven months.

Relieving System’s mind from the events that followed the death of her parents, the search for the lost Myrmidon had helped distract her from the trauma it had wrought on her soul.

Several times System had entertained thoughts of just bio-massing all of her clones and ending it all… just to be free of the melancholy that had fallen on her mental faculties.

Despondent she had reach out to her childhood friends, Jason and Tristan, who had helped her move past these thoughts and feelings, and find new hope in life after the tragic loss.

Finding the Myrmidon and mounting it’s rescue efforts had definitely breathed new life into her.

The clunk of her pod locking into the Myrmidon roused System from her thoughts, and she commanded the Battle Cruiser to awake.

The hull whirred and wined for a few seconds and then fell silent.  She sent the power on signal again which was followed by the same sounds echoing through the ship, then falling silent a second time.

Routing the capsules power core into the Myrmidon created a hail of sparks around the pod chamber.  She then signaled the command to power up the Myrmidon, her will pushing all the systems to come alive.

A jump start from the pods core was a dangerous operation and could leave her stranded or fatally destroy her pod and her current clone.

System had practiced the hazardous command sequence for several weeks before in preparation to this exact situation.

One last command sequence and the whirring and wining of the ships core exploded to life, crescendoing in a low rumble as all of the core systems started to boot and come online.

Information started to flood into her mind from the many operational systems on board.

System quickly began moving data into ‘now’ categories and ‘later’ categories.  After about ten minutes the ship was stabilized, then she began querying the Zendaine rigs.

Zendaine rigs where modification to the ship that was suppose to alleviate the need to have any crew other than the capsuleer pilot.  Without their operational abilities the ship would not function adequately.

She had tried for several years to make the Zendaine rigs work on various sized star-ships, but all had ended badly except those she had installed on frigates and other smaller classed of vessels.

Her greatest weakness was her unwillingness to trifle with the lives of mortals.  It was time for her to take on this responsibility. This would be her last trip alone, with only Aura and ALLISON as her companions.

She reached out with her mind to the rig module control sub routines and ordered them to life.  They hummed and crackled to life as she felt the different maintenance systems, power routing subroutines, and mechanical system interfaces come online, all controlled by the rigs.

So far so good she thought.  This was going fairly well, but now the key to this ships retrieval was the Aura and ALLISON programs.

She queued and prodded the Aura system first, and to her surprise it chirped to immediate attention speaking into her mind, “Captain, This is Aura.  Welcome aboard, shall I begin PEG operation warp protocols? Also Mynxee is feeling Woozy today…  I do not know why I just said that.”

“Aura please run diagnostic subroutines on the Aura Core code.

System reached out to the ALLISON interface, but it did not respond.

“Aura, what has happened to the ALLISON command codes and Core data base?” she reached out with her mind sending her thoughts to the ships computer.

“Captain,” Aura replied, “I believe the ALLISON Core code has been assimilated into my own code.  Please fly carefully as war has been declared on Signal Cartel.”

System chuckled mentally to herself, then replied, “Aura is your modified Core code, including ALLISON Core code stable and fully operational?”

“Diagnostic complete captain, No faults found, You should not fiddle around with buttons if you do not know what they do.  Captain, Please,” Aura responded.

System thought for a second then sent the following commands to the ships computer, “Aura please change name, sudo auth, alph phi nine sigma twenty two, change Aura Core code name to Aurason. Comply and confirm.”

“Comply Commander,” replied Aurason

“Set course for wormhole Signature GDU-231 and D-Scan in 30 degress at 5 AU at 227 deg compass, fix center quarter to star suffix 30.2038.430.j022.”

The ship roared to life and began aligning as the pinging Dscan started to send data streaming back to System’s VR Hud.

All things considered this had to be the easiest retrieval mission ever.

Well she still had three wormholes and 63 gate to get back home, so there was still plenty of time for things to go ublong shaped.

Hopefully there was an explanation for the merging of the Core codes of ALLISON and AURA.  Flying with an ill-trusted, non-tested, and unknown system parameters was extremely dangerous.

“Button press test complete,” Aurason spoke into her mind, “So, is that how you fly?  Pressing unlabeled buttons and hoping for the best?”

Well, System thought, this is going to get old real fast.

“Aurason, please mute non critical comms, comply?”

“Yes Captain,” came the curt reply.

System let out a mental sigh, and then sent the command for the Myrmidon to engage the warp PEGs.

Homeward she thought…. homeward.