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Apparently, my exploits, (and exploitations) haven’t gone unnoticed, and every once in a while I receive a shout out in local. Oddly enough, most of those are from potential exploitees, (Gallente, Minmatar, Caldari, Amarr in mixed-empire corps. etc.) Also I get the occasional corp invite, mostly from 0.0 and lowsec corps. I appreciate the offers. I really do. But as much as I would love the sweet, sweet taste of carebear tears harvested by bringing massed firepower down upon a convoy of loaded cargo ships, I’m currently in a ’solo’ phase in EVE. Playing sans corpies can get lonely. Not having anyone to call for backup does limit my choice of targets. I might even get out of this phase soon. But right now there is something to be said about going it alone. The lone crusader. The solitary warrior standing against  the pestilent hordes of the impure. It paints a nifty mental image, no? (Think of a Frank Frazetta painting out of his Death Dealer or Conan series.) Although…. the scattered wardec threats I’ve (finally) been getting  lately have me quaking in my pod. Really. I mean it. I’m truly very scared. I lay in bed at night crying about it. Oh, woe is me.

I often wonder about the corp chats I’m sure I’ve inspired to bring those mails about. I’ll bet they all went something like this….(fade to Voice Chat)…..

Carebear Victim #1: “Wwaahhhh!! That big meany made me pay him ISK! Wwaahhhh!! I wanna wardec his corp! WWAAHHH!”

Carebear Victim #2: “Wwaahhh!! And he stole all my loot from my  Level 4 mission! Wwaahhh! Sniff, sob, choke…Wardec him! Wwaahhh!”

Carebear Corp Leader: “What?! Why those low-down-dirty-rotten-griefing-scoundrels! Those evildoers are going to pay for the emotional trauma they’ve brought to our precious miners and mission runners! They will feel our mighty wrath! Oh, AFK a sec. (voice fades slightly as he turns away from mic.) Mommy? Can you get me another Juicy Juice? (slurpy sounds for a few seconds). Thanks mommy….Ok, I’m back! To arms! To arms! Everyone into your Vexors and Omens! Lemme just call up that corp info…only one member? Sigh…not worth it.”

Carebear Victims(chorus) : “WWWAAHHHH!!! WWAAHHHH!”

Carebear Corp Leader: “All right! All right! He’s not worth a wardec! But I’ll tell you what I’ll do…

Carebear Victims(chorus): “What?! What?!”

Carebear Corp Leader (pauses for effect): “I’m going to send him…A STRONGLY WORDED EVEMAIL, and will THREATEN HIM with a wardec!”

Carebear Victims(chorus in awe): “OOOOOOOOHHH!!! AAAHHHHH!!!”

To this scenario I can only say…”I spit on your strongly worded evemails that are filled with horrific spelling, punctuation, and grammar! I’m worth it! I’m worth it! Wardec me! Wardec me! I’m SO worth it!”

P.S. Could all wardeccers please fit your ships with High Meta, T2 and faction gear? With that increase in quality, along with holds full of expensive T2 and Navy ammo, you’re DEFINITELY going to show me the error of my solo-griefing ways, and make me repent most heartily of the wicked, wicked things that I have done.

P.P.S. If you’re going to send me profanity filled eve-mails, (AKA big jars of Carebear Tears) could you please spell those four-letter-single-syllable-words correctly? You can? Good boy. I’ll get you a Juicy Juice.

A NICE day. Got in my Covops and ran around a few systems surrounding Tash-Murkon. As usual, found a Wormhole, went in, listlessly hit the scan button. Nothing. Warped to a random planet, tossed out some combat probes and cloaked up, moving 90 degrees from my warp-in. (Always stay cloaked and moving! Wouldn’t do to have someone decloak you by warping in on top of you.) Anyway. Spread the probes around and started them up. Hmmm. Couple of hits, move probes. Narrow them down. 2 Hulks at a belt! Nice. 1 Harbinger. Not so nice. But still, manageable, if the pilot has a brain. Warp in at a distance, both Hulks sitting close together mining the one Arkonite ‘roid in the whole belt. Hulk pilots are Gallente (of course). Harby just sitting off at a distance. (Horrors! It’s got a Minmatar pilot!) That such a ship should be so…defiled! Sidled up between them and made a bookmark. If I could pull this off it would be a new record for me. Back to hisec, back another jump to my base, Hurricane or Harby? Harby, it’s got the best fit for this, and I want to humiliate the Minnie. Off with the scrambler and cargo scanner, on with TWO disruptors. Undock and run back into the Wormhole. Take a deep breath, do some typing into local, (but don’t send) and warp to the belt, sensor booster hot. Come out of warp hitting lock on all three. Sent out my Hammerhead II’s Both Hulks disrupted instantly, and luckily, they had moved even closer together! One was almost brushing me, the other less than 2 clicks away. At least the Minne wasn’t asleep at the helm. Had me scrambled almost instantly. But oddly didn’t fire. Sent the local message. “60 million for each Hulk. Harbinger backs off. If anyone shoots me, both Hulks will pop long before I do.” Silence for a few seconds. Keep typing in local. “10″…”9″…”8″. At six my wallet flashed for 60 mill. The other Hulk convoed me, I accepted the convo as the Harby microwarped far off. “I’ll pay.”, was all the convo said. My response,” Make my wallet flash.” He did. Minmatar pilot mouthing off in local as I left. Warped to the nearest station and refitted out of my cargo hold. Both hulks were using Hobgobs and mining drones, and the Harby uses lasers, so EM and Therm hardeners. Hulks payed, so they’re not my target. I keep my ransom word. The Minmater defiling the Harbinger is the target. Go back in, and warp. Sigh. Belt empty. No one on directional. Go back out and check local better. Yup, they’re here. Oh well. Win some, lose some.

120 million. Not a shot fired. (Feel bad about that.) My personal record. Double Hulk ransom under the guns of a Battlecruiser.  Not bad. Realize something. I haven’t fired a shot at another player since I left 0.0, and yet I’m making better ISK than ever. Weird. What should I be classified as? Griefer? Thief? Pirate? I prefer to think that I’m doing a public service. A.marr S.pace P.urification. Sooner or later, the impure will get the message.

He fixed the collar of his jacket and looked down to make sure everything was aligned. “How do I look?”

“Your fly is open.” Came her laconic reply.

His hands swiftly flew to find that he was being lied to, again. “Why do you always do that?”

“Why do you always fall for it? You are fine. Now remember, slow down the speech, let them absorb what you are saying. We KNOW half of them are bought and paid for by the godlings but you still have a chance to sway the AGM. If they understand what you are saying. So. Slow. Down.”

“I don’t pay you enough, do I?” He smiled and ran his hand through thinning hair.

“No, but I will give myself a raise later.” His secretary brushed an imaginary piece of lint off of his shoulders and looked down at him. He was a stumpy little man, almost as wide as he was tall. He had been raised on a heavy world and it showed. His reflexes were always quick but each action he made was done made with exaggerated care and delicacy. What he lacked in height he more than made up for in personal presence. His smile and the booming voice were well know to the planetary media and to the larger audience of the Union as a whole.

He nodded to the escort and they headed out of his offices into the tunnel leading to the senate chambers. Two guards ahead, two behind, footsteps echoed off of rough hewn rock. “Did I ever tell you . . . ”

“That you were part of the crew that dug this section of tunnel? Every damn time we walk here.” She smiled tolerantly. “But go ahead, don’t let me force you to break tradition.”

“I was thinking about the work crews back then. Small planetary level Union, I was fresh out of the trainees pool and anxious to show my stuff. Came bloody close to carving my own foot off with the lase. ”

“Couldn’t have that happen, I’m not sure we’d find you if you were any shorter.” One of the guards following quipped.

The short man pointed a finger back at the comedian. “Keep it up and I will go back to making public appearances on big open stages.”

The guard laughed. “Only you would threaten to die to ‘teach someone a lesson’ Ok, ok, no more short jokes, not even the one with the bartender and you playing a tiny piano.” The laughter filled the tunnel as they proceeded the short distance to the assembly hall.

The assembly hall of the Great Union of Miners and Engineers was a pastiche of old and new. Each seat was either filled by a person or a hologramic image of the representative. Since this was the AGM (annual general meeting) very few seats were not occupied, in one way or another. Glowing images accounted for about 2/3’s of the seating but many took long trips to be here face to face for the various political dealings that are best not trusted to communication nets. Here, strikes were decided. Here, the artificial limits on rarer ores were set. Here much of the background dealings that affected all of New Edens industrial base were made.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and of course, MINERS!” The chairman of the AGM brought the house to its feet as cheers filled the hall. “I could spend some time telling you President Roanokes history . . . but he has told it all to us a hundred times over.” Laughter as the delegates returned to their seats. “I could tell you how he has fought for safety for our people, better wages and brought us from the brink of dissolution to the present state of power . . . but you know all that as well. So I will tell you what you want to hear. I give you the one, the only, Roanoke!”

The President stepped up and with an abashed grin shortened the microphone down to his own level. “Damn it. Now I cannot tell any stories about myself without you lot shouting me down. Who let that guy become the chairman anyhow?”

“You did” The chairman shouted, laughing from the wings.

“Hrrmf, musta been drinking.” He grumbled into the mic. “A lot going on right now, and a lot more in the wings, folks, I ain’t one to sugarcoat and I am not going to spend time talking about the past . . . or the present . . . but about our future. Right now decisions are being made at the high levels of the Securities and Trade Commisions of all the races. If they have their way we will be looking back at NOW as a golden age. Right now things could be better, but I doubt that they will be if we sit back and let the future run right over our rights, our homes, and our childrens heritage. RIGHT NOW . . .” His arms flew up as he started to stomp across the stage. “Right now we are looking at a massive change in the way mines can be bought and sold and it will change our homes and lifestyles forever. RIGHT NOW those decisions are being made without us having any say what so ever in them.” he paused and his voice dropped to a stage whisper “right now they are trading and negotiating away our futures . . . and our childrens futures. The road they are starting down? There will be no turning back.”

The hall was unusually quiet. He had them, now it was time to turn them into something more than a passive audience. “We are miners. Whether we ride the plasma scoops, float in the clouds of a gas giant, or burrow ‘neath the rock, we all are miners. Up until now we have had to deal with corporations that followed the laws set by the S&T’s and we were able to deal fairly with them. Oh, I will admit there have been strikes and walkouts, but they were solid folk, like ourselves. But that is coming to an end. In a few months, unless we do something about it, ownership of planetary mining will shift over to ‘Capsuleers’ Those petty godlings . . . these so-called immortals who do not deign to walk the planets anymore, who hold life in such low regard that they will throw away the lives of a thousand crew members over the possession of a moon. Over the right to claim sovereignity over a system. Now we are about to see them allowed to claim planets for their own.”

Murmurs filled the room as this news (though it was not news to all involved) filtered in. Roanoke waited for the room to quiet before continuing, hearing his secretary in his earbud urging him to ‘keep it slow’. He took a deep breath and looked out at some of the faces he knew, both friends and enemies. Then he started again, softly but building power, trying to convince his people of the danger approaching. “Isk. That is what motivates these homeless nomads. They have no roots, no homes save whatever ship they happen to be in, at the time. They buy and sell their loyalties working for ‘agents’ who may send them to do any number of acts that would have a person outlawed in a blind instant if they were caught doing them on a planet. Piracy, violence, getting the job done at ANY cost. at. any. cost.” He looked out, meeting eyes. “Soon we will be that cost. They will see us as tools and a means to their goals. We are not people to that sort . . . just entries on a spread sheet.”

“Fear-mongering” Shouted a voice from the hall. “You just want us all afraid so we will stay your little sheep and re-elect you.”

A wolfish smile grew on Roanokes face “Oh I want you afraid. All of you should be very afraid.” The hall lit with a data sheet projected on the main screen. “Afraid that the wheels are already in motion. That delegates such as yourself are now accepting payments from the lobbyists of the godlings. Five million isk? Was that the price of your soul, Hannity? I remember respecting you once. Even when we disagreed I knew you had your peoples best interests in mind. But now . . . this. Simmons, you settled for 3 million? Should have spoken to Hannity. Do you want me to go on? My people have been researching and watching for months. Do you all REALLY want to know how deep the rot is?”

The spreadsheets flipped faster and faster then blinked out, in the sudden darkness Roanoake was lit by a single spot. The rising roars of outrage died out as he held up his hands. “I have done the math. IF all of the buyouts I have tracked and accounted for keep true to their new masters, this battle is over before it has begun. I am sorry . . . we may have already lost. If nothing else, the godlings can do the math. They understand that to hobble us now will save them so much more in the future.” His hands dropped to his side. “I am making a motion to the floor that we hold a ballot right now. It is a confidence ballot. If I lose, I will no longer be your president . . . and know that it is the will of the Union not to fight the future that looms before us. But if I win . . . I know some of you still retain enough of your souls to be able to fight back . . . and I will lead you in that fight to the end of my days, for I know that it is unlikely I will live through the chaos that is to come.”

His hands became fists as he looked up to the roof of the hall. “I will fight the tyrants who would rape our worlds, make us pawns in their great games between the stars. Let them do their conflicts up there, where there are no children on the battlefield. Let them make war in the quiet of space. But for the sake of us all, for the sake of generations yet to come . . . please, do not bring them down here, into the dust and toil of our lives. You know it is true, if we try to stand against them, or if they disagree on ownership we will see their wars come to our homes. Mercenaries on our streets enforcing the wills of whatever Lord and Master has laid claim to what was once ours. Vote. Vote from the respect you hold for the people you represent. Vote for the future of those people, for your very planets. . . or vote from your bank balances. Sell your people for the thirty pieces of silver. Vote . . . now”

Backstage his guard whispered to the secretary. “Now is when our real work is going to start.”

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This is an entry into Silver nights fiction contest

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The Captains Log 8/3

Solar system: Doril

Station: Archangels Assembly Plant

After running some reactions in my Wormhole I had a 100mill to spare, which I decided to use to buy some more ships for PvP. With 100mill there is a wide option of ships that I can procure, but I decided to go back to basics and bought myself 10 Rifters with fittings.

High Slot

            3 x 200mm Autocannon II’s

            1 x OE-5200 Rocket Launcher

Mid Slot

            1 x 1MN Afterburner II

            1 x Warp Scrambler II

            1 x Stasis Webifier II

Low Slot

            1 x Damage Control II

            1 x 100mm Reinforced Rolled Tungsten Plates I

            1 x Small Armour Rep

Rigs

            2 x Small Trimark Armour Pumps

            1 x Projectile Collision Accelerator I

One they had all being procured I transported them down to Doril for a bit of fun.

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How do people make billions in Eve?  I’ve been close to one billion in my wallet but never quite got there.  I’m sure that I have made a few billion over my Eve lifetime because of the ships I’ve flown and lost but I never found that easy button some people seem to have.  I know this is an, “outside, looking in” type of  statement because I’m sure that there isn’t really an easy button for making big money in Eve.  I just get tired of the grind sometimes.

The best thing I have been able to come up with for making money is running anomalies and belts in 0.0 space.    I recently got a clue and anchored a huge secure container to hold loot in until I can bring in an Iteron to collect it.  I take as much as my Ishtar can hold, then drop it in the container until the container is full, and then haul it to the nearest alliance station with a reprocessing plant.  Once I’ve got the loot in the station I try to cherry pick the best named stuff to try and sell on the local market, then I melt down the rest for the minerals.  The crappy loot won’t sell but minerals always will.

Have I missed anything?  Is there more money to be made elsewhere?

I tried to make some easy cash by researching blueprints for the Taranis and Ares interceptors but it’s hard selling the blueprints without being in system to spam local, which I hate doing anyway.  I think I’m going to look into inventing for a different class of ship but I may have to check some skills and train up some different things.  I’m going to finish up getting heavy drones 5 back, (after my little clone upgrade snafu), then look into the blueprint thing.  At least with tech 2 heavy drones back the ratting will go a bit quicker.  Even if I don’t go ahead with inventing different types of tech 2 ships I think I’m going to train the skills that will improve my efficiency at refining the loot I get from the rats I kill, after all every little bit helps.

Here is my current wallet balance:

Current Wallet: 423,154,141 ISK

How do I compare?  Rich, poor, or average?

All,

After dodging those damn CONCORD Gatecamps – I managed to get the podcast to Jita 4-4 and is now broadcasting Episode 1!

You can find Episode 1 located here: http://overwatch514.mypodcast.com/

I’m not sure if this will be the new home of the Podcast, but I will keep everyone in the loop.

I’m working this week on getting it added to iTunes and Zune. But from this site you will be able to both stream it and download/import into your preferred mp3 player.

If you’d like to leave comments there or here – please do. Looking for feedback and will keep everyone in the loop on our next episode.

Thanks everyone for your patience and support.

Lock & Load!

Sur

Ever heard the expression “crime doesn’t pay” and wondered what furry little RL-carebear ever put that bold-faced lie into syndication?

Yesterday was pay-day; I hauled the contents of my “Can Flipping Loots” station containers in Fricoure, Vittenyn, and Brapellier to Dodixie to sell. Total haul? 390 million isk.

:)

No, I didn’t forget a period there. And yes, you heard correctly: almost 400mil in dropped modules and salvage from fights resulting purely from can-flipping over the past month (also includes loot from other peoples station and gate fights, although all WHILE or en-route to flip cans). Keep in mind this is JUST from can flipping shenanigans, and doesn’t include any salvage or loot resulting from ninjaing people’s missions.

Among the more note-worthy bit; 2 Erin Mining Laser Upgrades, a Balmer Series Tracking Link, a handful of faction crystals, 12 Strip Miner II’s, 20 Expanded Cargohold II’s, 24 hobgoblin II’s, 10 ogre II’s, and (literally) 32 Mining Laser II’s. Yikes.

As further evidence of crime being awesome, if you haven’t read it yet, Mynxee over at Life In Low Sec has an amazing story of “asset liberation“, as she puts it, that had me drooling. Definitely worth reading.

Now I’m off to go play in my newly padded pile of iskies. Excuse me.

o7,

-Aiden

No estoy ausente, pero sí he estado ocupado.

Bueh, hablando con una Galleta nueva en EVE, le comenté cosas básicas sobre cómo iniciarse como Galleta.

Pensé en poner guías tontas y guías de inicio al EVE, así que, pronto estarán aquí una a una.

The Planets- Jupiter – Gustav Holst

06.03.cy112 Lonetrek, Okunda Constellation, Kiskoken

As I journey through each system in New Eden, I’ve wondered if there’s a single system that contains all of the planetary types. I’ve not kept up with the types as I’ve traveled, so I’m actually not sure if I’ve encountered such a system yet. I think there has been one or two that have come close. This last week, however, as I was taking my pictures in the Kiskoken system, I realized that each planet type was represented with the exception of a terrestial world. That’s when I wondered if there is a system that contains all the types out there some where and have I already encountered it not realizing. I was so taken in by the beauty of the planets, I never really thought about it thus far.

This weeks images are all from Kiskoken. It has all of the planets types except terrestial. I’ll try and keep my eyes open for one that contains all, but if you’ve been through one, let me know.

Kiskoken I, Ocean

Kiskoken II, Storm

Kiskoken III, Plasma

Kiskoken IV, Lava

Kiskoken V, Barren

Kiskoken VII, Ice

Kiskoken VIII,, Gas

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