Sorry for the lack of posting. I have really been lacking in motivation to take the time to post in character. Partly due to lack of time, mostly due to having so much action going on in game that picking what to write about and taking the time to recall the entire event in perfect order is a tall order.

I experiences my first solo frig kill with my Navy Slicer against a Rifter. Yes, my backup did 40 damage, I told them to stop so I could see if I could handle it myself. I did. I’ve particpated in a number of kills, many of them shutting up trash talking visitors. Funny how people make fun of you until they run into your waiting hands and blopw up, isnt it?

There were even a few POs bashes in worm holes that we scanned down. Whoever owned the large tower with nothing but autocannons had a bad day repairing all 7 or so of his guns. Those fuckers where nasty too, made us constantly have to warp out.

Last night we had a cyno frig visit. We killed him first, turned down his monetary offer for safe passage of jump freighters, and podded him. He then came back, lit his cyno, and had a Chimera jump in. Two of our dreadnoughts came out along with myself in a battle ship with a few others to welcome him. After he trash talked about us being noobs and not using siege mode, our dred’s then gave showed him what siege mode is and he quickly docked up and logged. Normally I don’t trash talk, especially in local, but that level of faggotry gets me going. So I gave him a good verbal lashing with all the big words I could muster.

Also, I’m afraid my plans on trading will be put on hold. Combat has kept me extremely occupied in low sec and I am having way too much fun obliging the call to arms.

Now, with all those things I’ve been wanting to post about done, I’ll be better about posting my future endeavors. Fly fun!

“I’m afraid she just isn’t ready yet, Captain. If you would just give me a few more days I co-”. That was all my newly hired mechanic was able to get out. He would quickly learn my typical anticipation in such situations. I wasn’t trying to be rude, I just didn’t give a damn.

A quick scan of my credentials and the doors to my personal hangar opened in their usual fashion: Painfully slow. There lay my Harbinger, the sister Apocalypses, the Vengeance, standing out with her beautiful dark toned armor, and my massive Armageddon. But none of these where what I was interested in. No, my prize was waiting for me in the shadows, tantalizing me still even when in my possesion, sitting in the corner of my hangar under a massive cover.

No bigger than any other frigate, and no more impressive looking while under its sheet.

I spied a lone member of my crew dozing off, most likely on break, but I left my patience at home that day. “Hey, you there. Get the rest of the crew back in here and take that cover off my ship!”. He promptly woke up with such a shock that he nearly knocked himself out again by hitting his head on a rail. With a confused “Y-yes… sir!”, he dragged himself away to round up a few more people.

I had waited for quite a while to go through with buying her. Even under cover, I couldn’t help but marvel at her dealy curves. The glint of her armor was even shining bright enough to see through the fabric covering. This ship was special, no doubt about it. It had taken me 2 weeks of pulling strings with the Amarr navy to even get a deal put on the table for her, and quite a few negotiations on contracts to aquire the appropriate modules to bring her to her full potential.

Faster than I expected, my crew arrived and set to unveiling the beauty. I could already see part of her claw like points. My heart rate quickened with my growing anticipation.

The cover fell to the hangar floor. My Amarr Navy Slicer stodd before me in all her menacing glory. The fact that she was still under construction with plates missing and wires hanging about did not detract from her looks at all.

I couldn’t wait to take her for a spin.

The Captains Log 8/2

I need ISK. I need lots of ISK so I can expand on my industrial empire. So I sat down and thought about how I can make all this ISK and came up with a solution: Scamming. I will scam my way into two billion ISK. So I logged a alt on in Amarr and sent this message to everyone in Amarr local.

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Mike sat staring at the screen, trying to find exactly the right words to say. “I am sorry I have not been in station, of late, Dee. The alliance I belong to is at war and I have shifted over to support our pos, should it come under attack.” He grimaced and looked at the huge pile of failfit designs for the Megathron in the hanger. Most of them would only have a hope of hurting the enemy if they actually scanned his shit and died of incredulous laughter.

“I have been moving about, to keep them from getting too solid a fix on me and tossing bookmarks to some members of the alliance who have too little space experience to be able to last long against a determined enemy. Our corporation, on the otherhand, has spent a lot of time being ready for if and when the worst happens. The POS will yield no riches for the enemy and we aim to make this costly for them in big and small ways. We deny them targets yet always are on the move. I would tell you more of the preparations but security of fellow pilots prevents me from doing so.

In the meantime I have wandered a bit off of my beaten path in hopes of keeping upkeep costs at bay. I am venturing into lower security systems and even considering a trip to CVA space in nullsec. No, I am not turing to a life of crime but hunting serpentis and angels in their home territory. I have completed training to be able to fly a vagabond but the war has put a crimp in my plans. To top it all off . . . .”

Mike was trying very hard to keep from yelling. “What do you mean, gone?”

“Yer whole operating system for the ships, bookmarks, overview settings, the works, sir. Not there, gone.” The comp tech was sweating slightly as this was not a hisec safe job posting but one where some of the poidders would kill you just because you happened to be in their way in the corridor. “I looked to your backups but . . . .”

“They were gone as well?”

The tech nodded nervously. “We can rebuild your database so you can undock in a few hours, sir. Till then I recommend ya sit tight and take a day off.”

“I do not WANT a day off. But, I suppose.” Mike slumped a bit. “I have little choice in the matter. Look I know this is not your fault, do what you can and if it is done in a timely manner then I will double your fee. While you are working on it I will make a list of all the files that will need to be rebuilt. Comm me when you are done, alright?”

The tech scurried off and Mike sat down and opened a new file.

Settings: . . . .

Lessons:

You would think losing the settings once wopuld teach me, but no. So this time I am goint o talk about intial settings for the overview.

First step is deciding what sort of things that you do: Each task should have its own tab.

My #1 tab is always labelled ‘All’ and it shows everything. It is usefull to find things need for a mission that you normally don’t want to see.

If you work in fleet ops then a fleet tab that removes useless rocks like planets, moons asteroid belts and also removes your fellow fleet members so you do not have one of those horribly misnamed ‘friendly fire’ incidents.

I have one tab labelled travel that shows ONLY stargates and bases. That way I can warp long distances without scrolling through a cluttered overview. VERY usefull when making a run through dangerous territories.

Miners may have alternative settings so they can find the best rocks. I will be talking to the Carebear Queen herself and asking more obout that in the near future (she wants me in a Hulk beofre she will deign to train)

I might also recommend the Goonfleet (remember them? They used to be a corp that had power and sov) video that shows how to set the overviews in a well done step by step process.

I will not tell you THE WAY to set your tabs because you play a different Eve from me. I can just advise you to learn to do so.

The other parts will be in a Jiorj post to come soon.

mike

The problem with having four disparate categories of training that you want and need to focus on is always in picking which to do first. I specifically need to, in no particular order; expand my manufacturing capabilities, refine my Astrometrics training, optimize my fitting abilities and learn how to fly a Mackinaw.

The Astrometrics and ship fitting training are low priority, but the industrial training and Mackinaw are both high on the list – either one means more net profit per month for ForgeTech, either in the form of improved module assembly turnover, or in the form of savings on Elinkeino’s weekly fuel bill.

I think that means the Mackinaw is now my top priority. The tower uses up a lot of nitrogen-14 during normal operation. Saving that liquid capital for other, harder to acquire items like F-S9 shield regoliths, or sustained emitters, should help boost our profit margin.

Still… I’d definitely prefer it if I was putting the finishing touches on my ability to fly the Xenoscape.

By Karak Soon

In a day of many surprises, one was the way that one pilot confronted and persevered over one of the most hated operations ever assigned by the Sisters of EVE.  The Sisters in their mysterious ways decided it was time to take the battle to the Angel Cartel Pirate Scum.  Thus, all over New Eden, the call went out to Capsuleers near and far to take on the fight.  This was the day we learned that The Sisters, though long on thought were sometimes short on practicality.  The three of us, Eleanor Azuranai, Ryko Tolsen and I,  showed up in Gicodel  with thoughts of taking on a mission for this worthy charity.  We did not know that they were handing out one of the toughest and least profitable missions we would ever see.  We all enjoyed a good fight, but this mission was nasty and none of us expected a buzz kill.

El showed up with an Abaddon Battleship, I had a Myrmadon Battlecruiser and Ryko, our youngest showed up in a Rifter Frigate.  The Abaddon is a mighty Amarr battle wagon with a long history of taking huge amounts of damage and handing it right back out again with lasers blazing.

El Opens Up

The Myrmadon is a solid battlecruiser with an ability to take a respectable amount of damage and swarms of drones that take the battle into the enemy’s face and make the point that you’re displeased with them using small caliber quick firing cannons.

The Rifter is a fine little gun boat that can go in and take care of business on the small scale.  For it’s size it hands out lots of damage and is so fast that it avoids being hit by not being around when the enemy rounds arrive.

Ryko's Rifter

The Rifter is best used for small ops or in packs against isolated targets.  The Rifter isn’t the ship for a large fleet battle.  Ryko knew this and he stepped up anyway.

The strategy was for El to go in first and start tanking damage.  Ryko and I would then jump in and start taking out frigates  and working our way up to bigger ships as they arrived.  When new groups arrived they had the bad habit of concentrating on Ryko and me instead of the big juicy battleship that El provided.  When Ryko or I got too much attention, we’d align to a far off target, like a station or a moon and warp out so that the enemy would again concentrate on the Abaddon.

El Takes A Hit

The battle raged on with El taking the hits and Ryko and I scraping the frigates off of him then working on the larger ships.  This went on for far too long as wave after wave of enemies arrived.  Somehow El instinctively knew when to have us change targets so that the Angels never had quite enough on the field to knock us out of it.  Then the battleships arrived.

This is usually when the smaller ships think twice about their futures, or lack thereof.  I’m sure Ryko had these thoughts too, but then he steeled his resolve and joined the fight.

El and I marveled at the sheer bravery exhibited by this scrappy little Rifter and kept firing, our rounds narrowly missing Ryko on several occasions. One of the battleships must have taken a hit in her armory as she exploded unexpectedly. I had noticed Ryko diving toward the ship as it exploded and I seriously feared for the Rifter and her captain. My fears were removed as the debris cleared, I was happy to see Ryko’s scrappy little Rifter emerging from the cloud.

Target Destroyed

Slowly we wore down the gristled veterans of the Angel Cartel. Until, finally, victory was ours.

The fight was long and and the rewards were few, but we all learned something about having good equipment and the skill to use it effectively in the toughest of situations.

For this, Ryko Tolsen, we salute you.

Took my Buzzard and traveled around. Scanning, probing, and everywhere the same thing. Missioners of all empires, and no one ninja looting…except for me, that is. cargo expanders on my cov-ops and a salvager got me millions of ISK from just a couple site, and STILL no complaints in local, or even an angry convo. Sigh. Just sad. Looked around for an impure corp to wardec, but they all either had less than ten members in it, or were members of some much-too-large alliance. Oh well, I’ll find some eventually.

Fitted up a Hulk-ganking Brutix, insured it, and hopped down to a .5 Sec system. Found a Hulk, unaligned, not running hardeners, and locked him. Used a scanner to see the fittings, and had just decided to lose a bit of my sec status when a convo request came in from the Hulk pilot, “How much?”

Too easy. Less than a minute of haggling, and I had 60 million more Iskies in my pocket. Hmm. Next time I’ll fit up a Megathron or Abaddon. It should cut down on the haggling when they KNOW Concord can’t arrive in time to save them.

Pacifist space could start to grow on me.

So today joined a new corp for learning the better ways of the pirate, arrr. The Black Rabbits Academy. They seem like a good group of guys and will be nice to see how I can contribute.

Running into three Thrasher’s is very very bad for your health.

Hasn’t started so good today. Decided to attack an Arbitrator and well it had tier 2 drones that killed our ship.