A Memoir from Space

This is my first entry of many that will be written in Character. Hopefully you will enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Feel free to critique!

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Location: Unknown

System Designation: Valhalla

Ship: Apocalypse class Battle Ship

Few things compare to the beauty of space. Even after spending week on end in your ship, traversing the universe in the blink of an eye, I simply cannot grow tired of of its majestic qualities. At times I get lost in a trance, taking in all its-

My comms overlay flashed open, the familiar voice of my CEO blaring. “Everyone, grab your bombers. If you can’t fly a bomber, grab a small fast ship, preferably an Assault Frigate. We have a wormhole to a neighbor and we are going to pay them a visit”. Great, I was just starting to relax. Obviously my time tested Apocalypse wouldn’t do, so I informed my crew to keep my Battle Ship primed and ready to go just in case things turned ugly, and situated myself in my Vengeance class Assault Frigate.

The fearsome fleet jumped through the wormhole, all cloaking up but myself. A group of battle cruisers. Perfect. “Myrmidon and Brutix leaving the bubble, warping to planet 100.”

“Finally, permission to engage?”, I tentatively asked. “Warp and hold. TMS, engage, others hold! Damnit! The Myrmidon is leaving”. Ah, my cue. My nimble frigate quickly entered warp, shuddering slightly as its relatively fragile hull strained under the pressure. Reacting instantly, I locked the Brutix. “POINT!”. All at once, the fleet decloaks, leaving me to only chuckle at the reaction our new friend must be having at what he thought was just an assault frigate prowling around. Never losing focus as others would at an easy victory, I quickly focused my targeting systems on the pod, but this was no dumb struck rookie, and he got away. “Lost the pod… Wait a second… FRIENDLY DOWN!” In the heat of the the fight, we failed to see that one of our bombers warped to 0, and was caught in the blasts of our own bombs. After many apologies, a few exasperated sighs of disapproval, and a trip to Empire space to replace our fallen Manticore, we decided to pay null sec a visit. Even with the kill under our belts, we all knew we had some problems to sort out. Losing a bomber to friendly fire was MUCH too sloppy, and we all knew it.

Two jumps later found us in a system crawling with potential targets, but not what I would have liked to see. Our scout reported a Scimitar, an Ishkur, and a few other ships sitting at a station, all in the same Corporation. Not the best situation. “Combat probes on scanner. TMS, you better get moving, they are coming for YOU.” One step ahead of you, FC. I was already warping in and around 3 bookmarks, waiting for permission to engage whatever target is called. The scimitar warps out, leaving the Ishkur warping in between the belts I was nearest too. Heh, good look with that.

My ships comm opened up again, blaring in my ears. I really need to get that fixed. “Guys, I’m not sure what we are going to do about this guy. He’s no fool. He knows TMS is here, and he knows we are here, but not what we are in.”, said our CEO. Back to enjoying the beauty of space then, all the while warping between my safe spots. What an interesting color for ice rings. I wonder what chemicals present would b-

“HE IS AT THE GATE, ISHKUR AT THE GATE”. God damn, if the link between me and my pod wasn’t mental, my ears would be bleeding right now… “WAIT, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? DO NOT ENGAGE!” Ugh, what the fuck are they doing? “BOMBER DOWN!” You have got to be kidding me…

At this point, I was preoccupied with a mental debate, wondering which was more annoying; the fact that I had a headache from hell, or the fact that one of the squad members was stupid enough to engage the tiny assault frigate with a bomb, alone, without him being tackled, painted, permission to fire, etc, to pay too much attention to the reprimand the FC was giving the pilot.

“Fleet, jump through the gate and jump through our wormhole. This op is over”. Ah, finally not blaring your thoughts into my mind. Thank you, FC. “TMS, the Ishkur followed us to the other side, jump through and warp out as soon as possible.”

Of course, on the other side our new friend was waiting for me, narrowly missing getting a point on me by 4 clicks as I warped off into the distance, rocketing my sleek Vengeance closer and closer to home.

Nashh Kadavr is having an art competition, the winner of which will be used as a cover on his shiny new lap top! He has extended the deadline to Dec. 4th, and raised the prize to 500 mill. Now, normally I would just want this to keep a low profile so I could win by default, as I am the only one to submit something so far, but I’m too competitive for that!

http://nashhkadavreveblog.blogspot.com/2009/11/weekly-update-12.html

Also, if you couldn’t figure out, I obviously dabble in digital art, so if you need anything, hit me up at tehmastersword@yahoo.com

I’m also going to make it a little project of mine to make an EVE theme for the iPhone/iPod Touch. Expect it on Cydia to drop near Christmas. My little gift to the EVE community! I was inspired by this theme, that is in fact real.

http://podlogs.com/podtugger/2009/11/28/youd-buy-it-and-you-know-it/

At first, it looks great, but I find it lacking in many areas, like lack of custom icons for apps as common as Facebook, so I will be making my own theme, with TONS of custom icons for all the most popular apps, so no worries on things not matching or looking out of place, along with a custom lock screen, and perhaps different theme colors for the different races. Keep tabs on the blog, I’ll keep you posted!

Everything seems to be going as planned in Valhalla. Mining ops running near constantly now that we have some more participation going on. Last night we saw some action as our CEO (flying a Retribution, myself (flying a Vengeance) , and a handful of others (two bombers and a frigate) decided to go on a low sec roam. All was quiet during our first lap, but I decided to act as a forward scout and scope things out a system ahead.

AHA! A catalayst at the gate! I warped in right as he warped out… Right from my last system!

TMS- Catalyst in system, en route to Van. Stay on the other side, stay on the other side. Repeat- STAY ON THE OTHER SIDE!

Of course, my plan was to engage the catalyst and have him jump the other other side, where the rest of the gang would rape him, while I would warp to a planet and warp back to jump as I can’t tank the sentry guns like my CEO in his Retribution can.

So I warp back to the Van gate and engage.

TMS- Approaching, locking, point!

Apparently, the whole fleet thought point meant “ignore the plan, everyone jump in and let him jump to the other side and escape”.

So everyone jumps, and by the time they get a lock on him, the catalyst jumps through to Van and runs off, while we sit there with a 30 second timer.

TMS-…. What was is that I said… 4 TIMES?!?

No kills, but a nice bit of adrenaline, and no losses. Lesson learned? Listen to your scouts intel and don’t ignore the plan, especially when the plan works and everyone jumping and aggressing obviously will not.

Since my last real post hasn’t it?

Things have gone surprisingly smooth in Valhalla recently. Bashed a few POS’s, podded a Ukrainian intruder from a 0.0 alliance, mined rocks like our lives depended on it, and just simply made money. No casualties aside from the Goon gank on our Charon, pure profit rolling in, and things finally running like they should. T3 is on its way as well.

On the EVE wide side of things, the new changes coming in Dominion seem to not affect us at all aside from having to refit our hookbills. Though, we can’t be too sure. Depending on how things play out, we may end up packing our bags and making a stake in 0.0

Why everyone hates Goons. They felt like giving Valhalla a visit and popped our Charon.

I’m thinking of a finger. Its not my thumb, and its not my pinky. Its right in between =]

They actually offered to pay us per member to get them out since they closed their WH in, and gave us some money as a down payment, but Jones refused, rightly so. If myself and our big guns were online, things may have gone differently, but as it is in football, it isn’t who you play, its when you play them. Goons played us at a bad time for us. *Sigh*

As fate would have it, life seems to have slowed down enough to play more than just 20 minutes of CS:S every evening! This semesteer has been a blast, and I absolutely love it, but the unwanted consequences of no EVE has finally passed and I can finally relax.

So as things stand, when I log in, the furst thing I have to do is… self destruct. FUCK.

Well, a small price to pay to get back into the action. Things are still going well in the Corp aside from the usual lack of man power, but that will be partly remedied soon with me coming back. To even try and describe how much I have missed EVE is pretty dificult. To put things into perspective, I have still actively read EVE blogs (including one on a certain pilot playing EVE on and off for 3 years, resulting in her enjoying it more), dropping in the Corp vent to say hey a few times this week, and of course, dreamt about blowing the shit out of people.

Dreams no more, watch your backs pilots, I’m back!