Chaika Transcripts

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SEASON 1

Trailer: I could be the last
Prologue: We breathe, briefly
Episode 1: My mind was going numb

Episode 2: Drying inward from the edge
Episode 3: What portion of me be Assignable
Episode 4: Stripped off the foliage
Episode 5: Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Episode 6: Sorrow seems to win
Episode 7: The solemnest of industries
Episode 8: Hope is the thing with feathers

POEM OF THE DAY (in between seasons bonus)

August: Departure by Edna St Vincent Millay
September: Life by Charlotte Brontë
October: Sonnet 71 by William Shakespeare
November: I Measure Every Grief I Meet by Emily Dickinson

December: The Year by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
January: Idem the Same by Gertrude Stein
February: Protest by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
March: The Mask of Anarchy by Percy Bysshe Shelley

Trailer: I could be the last

Subtitled video version of trailer HERE

(Music – Chaika’s theme by Chris Gregory)

VALEN
This is Valen Solarin, engineering lead lunar mining. Seeking urgent status update on… well, earth.

NARRATOR
Chaika. A science fiction audio drama.

(beat)

CHAIKA
Nothing has been heard from the Mars colony since before Earth went silent. Maybe… Maybe they all died too. And all I will find is their bones. I could be the last. The last human. (beat) I cannot stay. (calls) TROST?

(TROST entry beep)

TROST
Chaika.

CHAIKA
Could you… Um, could you prepare the shuttle?

TROST
Affirmative. Long or short range journey?

CHAIKA
Oh, long. Very long.

(Footsteps, spaceship doors opening, HYGGE entry beep)

HYGGE
(in Danish) Velkommen. [Welcome] I am HYGGE. How may I have the pleasure of addressing you?

CHAIKA
It’s Chaika.

HYGGE
Chaika. Russian for seagull. Call sign of Russian cosmonaut Valentina Tereshkova. The first Earth woman-

CHAIKA
-in space. Yes. My… my mother gave me that name.

(beat)
(LEQU entry pop)

LEQU
Probably time you got to know some non-human people.

CHAIKA: Oh, you mean like you?

LEQU: Yes, I am a delightful acquaintance.

CHAIKA: I… Yes, I am sure you are.

(beat)

HYGGE: You frightened her.

LEQU: Ah, she’ll get over it. (beat) She has other things on her mind.

NARRATOR
Chaika. For more information, please visit y2kpod.com/chaika, that’s C H A I K A.

VALEN: Repeat, priority communication to moonbase- (breath) Get back to me and tell me this is just a glitch, all right? Please.

(Fade out)

Prologue: We breathe, briefly

Episode 1: My mind was going numb

Episode 2: Drying inward from the edge

Episode 3: What portion of me be Assignable

Episode 4: Stripped off the foliage

Episode 5: Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Episode 6: Sorrow seems to win

Episode 7: The solemnest of industries

Episode 8: Hope is the thing with feathers

August: Departure by Edna St Vincent Millay

INTRO MUSIC, starts, then fades to low

NARRATOR

Chaika. Poem of the day. Departure by Edna St Vincent Millay, published in 1923.

INTRO MUSIC, up to full volume, fades.

Ding.

HYGGE

Poem of the day.

Ding.

MUSIC

NARRATOR

It’s little I care what path I take,

And where it leads it’s little I care,

But out of this house, lest my heart break,

I must go, and off somewhere!

It’s little I know what’s in my heart,

What’s in my mind it’s little I know,

But there’s that in me must up and start,

And it’s little I care where my feet go!

I wish I could walk for a day and a night,

And find me at dawn in a desolate place,

With never the rut of a road in sight,

Or the roof of a house, or the eyes of a face.

I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,

And drop me, never to stir again,

On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,

And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.

But dump or dock, where the path I take

Brings up, it’s little enough I care,

And it’s little I’d mind the fuss they’ll make,

Huddled dead in a ditch somewhere.

Is something the matter, dear, she said,

That you sit at your work so silently?

“No, mother, no—’twas a knot in my thread.

There goes the kettle—I’ll make the tea.”

MUSIC fades.

NARRATOR

You have listened to Charlotte Norup as HYGGE, and Karin Heimdahl – that’s me! – as the narrator. Music by Chris Gregory and Kevin McCleoud. We are hard at work on season 2, but until that is ready to drop, we will give you one poem at the end of every month, so please listen out for that. Chaika is a Y2K production. For more information please go to y2kpod.com/chaika. Thank you so much for listening.

OUTRO MUSIC

September: Life by Charlotte Brontë

INTRO MUSIC, starts, then fades to low

NARRATOR
Chaika. Poem of the day. Life by Charlotte Brontë, published in 1846.

INTRO MUSIC, up to full volume, fades.

Ding.

HYGGE
Poem of the day.

Ding.

MUSIC

NARRATOR
Life, believe, is not a dream
So dark as sages say;
Oft a little morning rain
Foretells a pleasant day.
Sometimes there are clouds of gloom,
But these are transient all;
If the shower will make the roses bloom,
O why lament its fall? Rapidly, merrily
Life’s sunny hours flit by,
Gratefully, cheerily,
Enjoy them as they fly!
What though Death at times steps in
And calls our best away?
What though sorrow seems to win,
O’er hope, a heavy sway?
Yet hope again elastic springs,
Unconquered, though she fell;
Still buoyant are her golden wings,
Still strong to bear us well.
Manfully, fearlessly,
The day of trial bear,
For gloriously, victoriously,
Can courage quell fear!

MUSIC fades.

NARRATOR
You have listened to Charlotte Norup as HYGGE, and Karin Heimdahl – that’s me! – as the narrator. Music by Chris Gregory and Kevin McCleoud. Chaika is a Y2K production. For more information please go to y2kpod.com/chaika. Thank you so much for listening.

OUTRO MUSIC

October: Sonnet 71 by William Shakespeare

INTRO MUSIC, starts, then fades to low

NARRATOR

Chaika. Poem of the day. Sonnet 71 by William Shakespeare, published in 1609.

INTRO MUSIC, up to full volume, fades.

Ding.

HYGGE

Poem of the day.

Ding.

MUSIC

NARRATOR

No longer mourn for me when I am dead

Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell

Give warning to the world that I am fled

From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell:

Nay, if you read this line, remember not

The hand that writ it; for I love you so

That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot

If thinking on me then should make you woe.

O, if, I say, you look upon this verse

When I perhaps compounded am with clay,

Do not so much as my poor name rehearse.

But let your love even with my life decay,

Lest the wise world should look into your moan

And mock you with me after I am gone.

MUSIC fades.

NARRATOR

You have listened to Charlotte Norup as HYGGE, and Karin Heimdahl – that’s me! – as the narrator. Music by Chris Gregory and Kevin McCleoud. Chaika is a Y2K production. For more information please go to y2kpod.com/chaika. Thank you so much for listening.

November: I Measure Every Grief I Meet by Emily Dickinson

NARRATOR
Hi! Karin Heimdahl here, creator of Chaika. I wanted to pop in here at the beginning of this bonus episode to talk briefly about the Audioverse Awards. Chaika is a finalist in an astounding 10 categories, and we would love your vote! We are finalists along some really amazing shows, like Doctor Who: Redacted, Roguemaker, The Secret of St Kilda, Echoes in Between and Two Flat Earthers Kidnap a Freemason, and this is the kind of voting where your vote counts more, the more shows you vote for, so please vote for everything you enjoy! Only, y’know, place Chaika near the top, please. Voting is open until December 5. And the link is https://audioverseawards.net/vote/ And I will pop that into the shownotes as well.
Now onto the poem of the day, where I will sound very different, because I didn’t have this cold when I recorded that section. 

INTRO MUSIC, starts, then fades to low

NARRATOR

Chaika. Poem of the day. I Measure Every Grief I Meet by Emily Dickinson, written in 1862.

INTRO MUSIC, up to full volume, fades.

Ding.

HYGGE

Poem of the day.

Ding.

MUSIC

NARRATOR

I measure every Grief I meet

With narrow, probing, eyes –

I wonder if It weighs like Mine –

Or has an Easier size.

I wonder if They bore it long –

Or did it just begin –

I could not tell the Date of Mine –

It feels so old a pain –

I wonder if it hurts to live –

And if They have to try –

And whether – could They choose between –

It would not be – to die –

I note that Some – gone patient long –

At length, renew their smile –

An imitation of a Light That has so little Oil –

I wonder if when Years have piled –

Some Thousands – on the Harm –

That hurt them early – such a lapse

Could give them any Balm –

Or would they go on aching still

Through Centuries of Nerve –

Enlightened to a larger Pain –

In Contrast with the Love –

The Grieved – are many – I am told –

There is the various Cause –

Death – is but one – and comes but once –

And only nails the eyes –

There’s Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –

A sort they call “Despair” –

There’s Banishment from native Eyes –

In sight of Native Air –

And though I may not guess the kind –

Correctly – yet to me

A piercing Comfort it affords

In passing Cavalry –

To note the fashions – of the Cross –

And how they’re mostly worn –

Still fascinated to presume

That Some – are like my own –

MUSIC fades.

NARRATOR

You have listened to Charlotte Norup as HYGGE, and Karin Heimdahl – that’s me! – as the narrator. Music by Chris Gregory and Kevin McCleoud. Chaika is a Y2K production. For more information please go to y2kpod.com/chaika. Thank you so much for listening.