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Kala's Hunting pt 1
7. march 2013, by danansan
The first part of a long story I've been working on. I'm not sure if posting your fiction in the blog is still the done thing, but if not Jos can take it down.The following takes place around 1020 PG on Kraznius but hopefully no great knowledge of galactic history is required.***Kala's HuntingPrologueThe Hall of the King was an imposing building. It grew from the twisted and ruined metal around it like a great grey tree, with only the ruins of a few of its upper towers ruining its profile. Arik had heard from the first mate of the Hawk’s Tongue that when it was first built it stood over a mile high. The officer had also, with flailing arms, indicated that the Fillak had tried with all their might to destroy it, but succeeded only in knocking over some of the towers. Then she had passed out drunk.As his shuttle came into dock with the smallest tower, Arik wondered if today was the day the Steward would grant his request for a berth on a vessel. The Macello and the Red Word were on world right now, as were a fourteen lesser ships. Arik would take a post on any of them, even the slowest captured tug, just to get off the Rock. He was thirty-one years old, for the grace of the King. Half of his old class mates were already veterans of combat with the Mella. It was embarrassing.With a loud creak and a shudder, the shuttle came to a stop. Grasping a data rod in his hand, Arik swivelled his chair to face the hatch and tapped his foot impatiently as it opened slowly. He was already late. Before the hatch even touched the hanger deck he was out, jumping the last foot.There was a single guard with an ID machine, a formality really. “ID, sir,” he said, half asking, half commanding.“Certainly, soldier.” He passed his card to the tall man, who swiped it on his machine.The soldier barely glanced at the result before handing Arik his card back. “Very good, sir.” He gestured towards the lift. “Go on through, sir.”An idiot. Arik brusquely nodded his head, and strode off. He couldn’t wait to be rid of these bureaucratic fools.As he progressed through the neon white corridors of the Hall, Arik was stopped three more times, with the security increasing for every one of them. Increasingly frustrated and increasing late, he was eventually ushered into the council room. They were all there, sitting around the white table, below the great holographic 3D map of the galaxy. All but Lyan, the hero of Octars. Nine councillors, the Steward herself, and… By the King was that Kala na Aalzan? Arik had heard that the White Heart had been lost, and probably burnt, near Peace.“You’re late Arik,” said the Steward, not looking up from her data pad. Arik bowed. “My apologies, Highness. A cyclone kept me grounded for forty minutes at Reylan.”The Steward grunted, and curtly gestured him to sit down. Arik hurried to one of the empty chairs, sitting beside Kala. He smiled at her, but she seemed not to notice. She was a true physical specimen, tall and lithe, with jade skin made pale from years in space. Her hair was short and black, and an eye patch covered her left eye. An eye patch? It certainly hadn’t been there last time Arik had seen her. Doubtless she had lost it in a heroic battle.The business of the day was unremarkable. A few successful attacks, a few unsuccessful, a few hostiles captured, and a few friendlies burnt. The Stellar Cavalry taskforce was celebrating a glorious victory over a Mella Baron’s fleet, and reported eighty-four hulls taken, and over seven-hundred burnt or damaged. Things were going well at the yards. Supplies were discussed. Lank ro Zarrow was congratulated on the birth of his first daughter.After about two hours, the Steward turned to Kala, who had sat sternly quiet throughout the meeting. “Captain, seven years ago you were dispatched with some forty-eight vessels to find and kill the Mella pirate and slaver Laaros Reeowin.” Kala nodded. “Now you return to us missing thirty-nine hulls, eight thousand men and woman, and an eye.” Kala nodded again, slower this time. “Tell me what happened, Captain. Tell me what happened to the man who killed my brother.”
A rather interesting fact: 1
2. may 2012, by hgfggg
Did you know that, before any man made device had ever reached space, fiction writers-and scientists, even- thought that Venus was a rainforest world? Bit of a distance miscalculation! Arthur C. Clarke, I believe, wrote a full book about a schoolchild who was locked in a locker on Venus for the only day on which the skies cleared? Unfortunately, life on Venus would be much worse. You would have to wear something similar in weight to 2 suits of armor from medieval times. If there was a problem in your suit, you would only have about one second to live.
To Serve the Masters
3. april 2012, by thegreatpl
So, I have written a new short story, taking a look into the minds of a couple of slaves with the Great Childrenic Empire. However, due to the rather graphic nature of this story, I will not be posting it here on the blog as I used to with stories like this. Instead, I have posted it into the KBW (knowledge base wiki) which is where all old stories of this site have been archived. If you wish to read the story, here is a link to it: https://www.galaxiki.org/wiki/kbw/To_Serve_the_MastersI warn you that this story can easily be considered NSFW. And is most definitely NOT for everyone.
What if every electron in the universe was all the same exact particle?
17. january 2012, by physicsguy
http://io9.com/5876966/what-if-every-electron-in-the-universe-was-all-the-same-exact-particleThis is an interesting idea many physics undergrads will come across. Based on observations, the central assumption cannot be true, but the insight it brings helped Feynman develop quantum electrodynamics, which in turn aided Hawking in dealing with some of the insanity surrounding black holes. Hawking radiation, in fact, becomes much more intuitive if positrons can be treated as electrons moving backward in time.
QED Wheeler Feynman Hawking electron
Geddi Star Naming System
15. january 2012, by rodenbough
For well over a thousand years the Geddi have used a binary naming system for the stars in their system. The first component is a letter from their alphabet which had evolved from a cuneiform script. There are over sseventy letters in their alphabet from Ak to Zsuf. The second component is the name of the constellation in which the star is found from the perspective of the Geddi home world.
If a star is too dim, it is given a numeric notation instead of an alphabetical one.
Since the Geddi uses letters to write numerals (Ak To Ikh is one to nine, Juz to Ru is ten to ninety, Sed to Abiq is 100-900, Bhan to Kho is1000 to 9000, Llek to Thiy is 10,000 to 90,000 and so forth.
If the name of a Geddi system is followed by an Arabic numeral (example: Sedniak 151) Sedniak is the number 151 in the Geddi language: Sed being 100, Ni being 50 and Ak being 1.
The brightest stars are Ak to Cu.
The intermediate stars are Diz to Ru.
Dimmer stars are Sed to Zof.
The dimmest stars are as mentioned before, given numeric designations.
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