Consummatum Est (a poem)

Void Raven

by Void Raven
(In tribute to the achievement of Katia Sae)

Consummatum Est

Nine years ago she heard a relentless call
to embark on a journey to see it all,
It touched the wanderer in her soul
and foreshadowed countless jumps through both stargate and wormhole.

And so, in answer, did she set sail
on a venture so grand it makes others seem pale,
On March the 9th, YC121
was the great endeavor finally done.

And on that truly singular day
“Consummatum est” she heard her grandfather say.
“I’ve wandered the stars and now, at last, count my soul among them.” said she,
shaking stardust from her hair and brimming with glee.

So now, fulfilled is this glorious dream
with the aid of her fellow explorers in the Signal Cartel team.
In Saisio now stands a beautiful bronze statue for all to see,
the place where New Eden will remember Katia Sae in eternity.

  • Void Raven

The Tender (a poem)


Felippe en Distel

Our Signaleers are pilots of many talents and some, while wiling away the hours deep in Anoikis, turn to verse. Felippe en Distel is one such Signaleer who has captured the life of the rescue cache tender:

The Tender

She drops a bookmark, warping off
the entrance hole; though she would scoff
at evermore returning there:
to retend caches lent her care?
No, onward she will surely go
To scan and map, to tend and sow,
And drive on into systems deep,
Forgetting food and drink and sleep.

To seek this cache, she bounces thrice,
Through planet’s sash of rock and ice,
And there and back again she’ll go,
’til canister on grid shall show.
That beacon (casting pilots’ fears
of losing probes and, stranded here,
be forced to self-destruct their pod,
their evening’s ratting gone to sod,
away) be now in sight, so near
To our intrepid Signaleer!

A warp, a check of d-scan quick,
A copy/paste of password, click,
Reveal a set of probes (expected),
Launcher mod; the goods inspected,
something’s missing… yes, a hug!
She taps her hold and drops a jug
of spirits into wanting can,
‘fore dropping her own probes to scan.

Red to green, her sigs progress,
with sharper signal, probe size less.
And noting wormhole type and class
of system, in this final pass,
She settles on an exit hole,
And splashes, reigniting soul
When Allison’s kind words implore
To tend again, to sow once more.

  • Fellipe en Distel