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Ups and Downs

I had a great weekend off with my extended family – a perfect autumn getaway at the seaside with my in-laws, so lots of good food, quality time with the kids, who had a blast with their nieces and nephews.

Sadly, that also meant I did not get to take part in the defense of Aivonen these past few days, and I saw it fall from a distance only. I’ll try to figure out what went on exactly, as I have another article in the making. If you have any info, back story, tips, reach out!

I was proud to see quite a few of our Black Shark Cult guys take part in defense fleets – our corp shot up the ranks on Zkill for the Caldari faction to the sixth or seventh spot. Well done, guys. Too bad the end result was not different.

Still a great weekend for me personally though. Love vacation.

Life as a Solo PvP pilot

Some of you, my loyal readers, may remember that I moved to Stay Frosty because I wanted to learn how to fly solo, and because I thought Stay Frosty would be a cool place to do so.
Turns out I was right. Now that the initial adjustment period has passed – I’m not on voice comms every night, but that’s perfectly fine, as our chat channels are plenty active – I am having a blast.

Here’s what my time in Eve looks like, most nights. I spend five minutes updating orders and setting up contracts for my trader alts (need to keep the ISK flowing in!), then I log Lynx in. Have a look around local, fleet, corp and alliance chat, and choose a ship from my hangar in Ishomilken. When I say choose, I mean a pick one of three types, assemble it, fit it with one push of the button, insure and undock all within the first five minutes after logging in.
How do I get to undock so quickly? Well, when I moved here, I bought myself 10-packs of some standard PvP fits I got from Kelon Darklight, Eve Uni’s in-house solo expert. That means I bought 10 hulls, and all the fittings and ammo to go with them. I then had them shipped to Isho, and as a result, I now have the choice between a Tormentor fit, an Executioner fit (have not really used this yet), and two Tristan fits. Getting these 10-packs was such a good move, because it means I get better and better at flying these specific fits, because I learn more about the strengths and weaknesses of the fitting and the hull as I lose them. Right now I have a few Tormentors and Tristans left, but I have yet to fly the Executioners. I can’t really remember why I bought them, I guess…

So. I undock. D-Scan. Fire up Pirate’s Little Helper – did I mention Yashidza, the maker of that little gem is now in our corp? Because he is, how cool is that? – and check for potential blobs. Then I have a quick look to see if I can match up the D-Scan with the intel from PLH. If there’s a match, and the ship I see on D-Scan matches my engagement profile, I dive in and head for glorious death or an unexpected victory. Pre-OH mods, make sure to have the tactical overlay on, and focus on range control, and hope for the best…

Of course, in reality sometimes you need to spend quite a bit of time looking for that fight. But around Black Rise-Placid FW area, I have always found at least one good fight so far, even though it hasn’t always resulted in kills. Sometimes people get away, and as I become better at slingshotting and manual piloting, I can get away if I don’t like how the fight is going as well.
I had a lot of fun recently in kiting Stabbers as well. They’re cheap and pretty simple to fly – just look innocent and weak, wait until someone burns at you, then fly away and watch them realize that the puny Stabber actually applies its somewhat low 350dps pretty well in this scenario.

So. I’m getting better at this solo stuff, and enjoying the game more than I have in a while, because I’ve seen more direct action. I’ve also been on one small gang roam since I joined Stay Frosty, which was fun as well. Pretty similar to how we used to roam from the LSC in E-Uni, to be honest, if a little less strictly organized.
Next up: trying out the newly buffed battlecruisers now that I’ve trained T2 medium drones!

Which battlecruiser one would be most suited for solo/small gang play in Black Rise? Let me know!

Whatsoever A Man Soweth

The following is my submission for the Pod and Planet Fiction Competition – it is a fictionalized account of an operation I took part in a few months ago. I hope you enjoy it, and if you, please let me know!

It was an awesome sight and no doubt about it. It was perhaps five times the size of his familiar Breacher, and many times heavier, but looking at it head-on from the platform, its silhouette was as sleek as any frigate’s. The bow of the cruiser resembled a snake-head the most, he thought, though he was aware of other, less flattering comparisons. Towards the rear end of the ship, its hull widened to accommodate its powerful drives, and the large ventral fin brought balance to its overall profile.

Everything about its elongated, bullet-like shape screamed speed, danger, attack. He had loved it since he had first laid eyes on it back in the Academy. And now here he was, standing right in front of his very own Stabber.

He smiled as he saw his crew – hand-picked from the best in the whole Placid region – swarm about the Stabber in the station hangar. They were working through the pre-flight checklist with obvious professionalism. He was proud of them, and of himself. The months of hard studying and attending countless classes, the endless hours in simulations, and of course long days scouring Uphallant’s belts for Clone Soldier Transporter ships, which had been essential in funding the purchase of the hull on the Stacmon market… it had all led up to this moment. And it had been worth it.

His hands clenched the platform railing as a mild adrenaline rush flooded over him. Just imagining what it would feel like to link up with such a powerful ship did that to him: the desire to be out in space in this new hull was very strong. Physical even.

“Hey Lynx. Space ace, why don’t you come back here,” she called from inside his quarters. Her voice was slightly hoarse and she spoke with a slight drawl that he found strangely exciting. “My crew knows what they are doing. No need for you to oversee things personally…”
She was right, of course. Since they had become involved, following on that all-night pub crawl in Ostingele’s top station a few months ago, she had proven to be a very experienced captain as well as an insatiable lover. She had been quite vague about where she got her experience, and most of the crew members that she had brought on board had turned out to be very experienced.
“I guess you are right, Skye. At this rate we will be ready to undock in less than an hour,” he replied.
“Mmm. Come back to bed, then. You’ll be on your own in your pod soon enough…”
Grinning, Lynx turned around and walked back to his quarters, a lewd grin on his face. Things could not be going any better.

* * *

The data that came flooding into his mind was so much richer than anything he had experienced before. He toyed with the targeting systems, locking up random asteroids over 40 clicks away, just for the fun of it. They had been hunting Serpentis drug runners for a few hours now – they had not posed any problems at all, and now their home system was cleared of all illicit activity.
The E-UNI comms channel had been mostly quiet for a while now, as many of his corp mates were out of system on a fleet operation. His mind was wandering, pondering what his next move could be, how best to put his Stabber to use. He wanted to make a difference – to be an honorable low sec capsuleer, a good pirate who honored the unwritten rules of piracy and brought good fights only…
Suddenly, ship comms crackled into life and pulled him back into the present.
“What’s up, captain? You still with us, or asleep at the helm?” Her throaty chuckle filled his pod, and he noticed he had been burning straight off into empty space for minutes while he was daydreaming.
“Still here. I was just deciding on our next move, Lieutenant Skye,” Lynx responded, just a little irritation in his voice. He did not want her to start challenging his authority on board.
“Roger that, captain. Standing by.” Her reply was a little terse. She had obviously detected the anger in his voice.
Annoyed, he flicked back to corp comms. Maybe it was not realistic to think that he could keep their intimacy confined to downtime in station… All the manuals forbade this kind of relationship, but he had never been one for following regulations to the letter. And to be honest, he did not think he could break up with her even if he wanted to. There was something irresistible about her, it was all the small things combined – the way she cradled his head in her hands before she kissed him, or the perfect fit of their bodies when she pulled him close. Losing her, he admitted, would be more than he could bear.

Then, as he tuned back in to the Low Sec Campus comms, the excited voices of capsuleers preparing for an operation filled his mind. Something big was afoot, and he pushed his worries about Skye to the back of his mind.
“… we need fast shield cruisers, and we need them now. X up now if you want in. We will be departing from Uphallant in ten minutes.” He recognized the calm, quietly confident voice of one of his mentors, Aren Dar.
“Lynx here. Can bring a shield tanked, autocannon Stabber, ready to go right now. What’s up?”
“I have eyes on a single Stratios running a Sleeper site in the wormhole that just appeared in system this morning. Feel free to come along. Meet us at the coordinates I’m sending you now – that’s the wormhole we will be heading into.”
“I’ve never ventured into a hole before. That a problem?”
“Shouldn’t be. Just stay close, and follow the FC’s commands to the letter. Can you do that?”
“Can do, Aren. On my way. Lynx out.”

His heart racing, he quickly started checking and activating modules and subsystems on his ship. Best to let the crew know we’re heading out, he thought.
“Crew, break break. Battle stations, now. Prepare for warp in thirty seconds.” The internal channels filled up with acknowledgements. Professional, as always, he noticed with satisfaction. No chatter. Just straight to action, the way he liked it. He started aligning towards the coordinates Aren had sent, and prepared to warp.
“Lynx. What are we heading out for?” she whispered in his ear.
“Ganking a lone Stratios. In the hole that opened in system today. Aren is the FC. This should be good. Might get some nice loot from the site he was running…”
“Awesome. Crew is ready. All systems are go.”
“Good. Thanks, Skye.” A few seconds of silence as the Stabber straightened out its course, the wormhole now dead ahead.
“… and you know I’m always ready for you, Lynx,” she added seductively.
He grinned and engaged the warp drive. What a day.

* * *

Slipping into the wormhole was an exhilarating experience, similar to the sudden rush of jumping a stargate, yet completely different at the same time. To his augmented senses, drinking the raw data from his direct link to the ship’s multitude of sensor arrays, it was almost like diving into a pool without a bottom, where you just kept sinking at breakneck speed into the depths of an ocean.
He vaguely felt the presence of his fleetmates ahead of him, Tylenos in another Stabber, Instigo in a Thorax and Aren in a Vexor. The four of them should be able to make short work of the Stratios, but you never knew if he was truly alone out there. The stories he had heard about wormhole all had one thing in common: things were rarely what they seemed to be on the surface. He focused on the wormhole exit, prepping his directional scanner.
All was clear as they came out of the wormhole and entered an unfamiliar system. He shivered despite his efforts to control his nerves, and activated his defensive systems.
“Arrived in the hole. Battle comms, no chatter please,” he whispered on the internal channel. A second later, his E-UNI comms channel crackled to life.
“Transmitting coordinates of the Sleeper site now,” said Aren.
“Received,” acknowledged Tylenos.
Lynx watched the coordinates roll in. Only a short warp, by the looks of it. He started aligning.
“Warp on my signal, to zero. In four, three, two, one… warp!” commanded Aren. Lynx took a deep breath to ease the tension a little, and engaged the warp drive.

* * *

The battle was short but brutal. They landed on grid in tight formation, with Lynx pulling up the rear. He did not have the same piloting expertise as his more experienced fleet mates, and at times like these it showed. By the time he was burning towards the gleaming white shape of the Stratios, it was surrounded by the constant fireworks of railgun and autocannon projectiles smashing into its hardened armor plating. Swarms of drones were streaking between the five ships in their deadly dance.

“Targeting systems ready, captain.”
Oh crap. He was so focused on closing range to the unfortunate Stratios that he had completely forgotten to open fire.
“Thank you, lieutenant Skye,” he muttered, and set to work. One portion of his mind engaged the targeting systems, another pre-heated the autocannons, and two seconds later he cried out gleefully as he watched his rounds plow into the enemy cruiser’s hull.
“My tank is holding,” cried Tylenos over comms, “and he is going into structure. We have him!”
“Pull range if you need to, Tylenos,” replied Aren. “We only need a few more seconds.”
By the time his Stabber had reached the optimal range of its autocannons, escape pods were ejecting from all over the now ruptured hull of the Stratios. Small blasts rocked its frame for a drawn-out second, sending long streamers of fire and debris into space, and then the spaceship disappeared in a blinding ball of white light as its warp cores imploded.

“Status report,” said Lynx in a shaky voice.
“All systems nominal, captain. Sleeper drones are aggressing, but our shields can take them. Well done.”
“Grab loot and warp back to the wormhole exit,” said Aren calmly.
“Roger that, FC.” Lynx started burning towards the Stratios wreck and instructed the crew to prepare a boarding party for some rapid looting. As they approached the wreck, he saw his fleet mates align back out. He would have to hurry. Overstaying your welcome in an unknown wormhole was not a great idea.
He could hardly believe it, though. On his first idea piloting a Stabber, he had been lucky enough to take his ship and crew into a wormhole for the first time, and to take part in a gank that might turn out to be very profitable…
As the exit team swarmed the hull to loot the Stratios, he allowed himself to dream on a little. One day, he would be piloting even bigger ships, maybe even a Loki, into sites such as these. He would not make mistakes, though, like the hapless Stratios. No, together, they would strike it rich, the crew, Skye and himself. His mind wandered off again, thinking of how they would be celebrating their victory back in station, first with the crew, and later on, just Skye and himself.

“Looks like we got lucky, Aren,” he reported as they warped back to the exit coordinates a few minutes later. “Over a hundred million in loot, I would estimate. The Stratios was carrying a nice load of nanoribbons – he must have been running sites for a while before we showed up.”
“Excellent work, team,” replied their leader. “Now, to get back, turn off prop mods and take the hole. On my mark, enter the hole. Four, three, two, one, mark!”
Lynx switched off his microwarpdrive, and felt his ship float slowly towards the hole. For moment, he watched as the other ships were swallowed by its hungry, swirling mouth, then fired the engines to dive after them, back to known space.
And then, nothing.
“Oh shit,” whispered Skye in a private channel. She must also be watching the external feed, he realized. Which meant she was watching the same horrible sight that had him frozen with shock.

The hole, in a mass of flashing, roiling energy, had closed.

* * *

It took a little while before he fully understood what had happened. Or rather, he understood what had happened – the hole had been unstable, and perhaps one of his fleetmates had forgotten to switch of their microwarpdrive when they took the hole, collapsing it – but not what it meant. For the better part of an hour, they ran through scenario’s, tried to establish comms with the fleet, even warped back to the Sleeper site. But there was no denying it.
They were lost.
Utterly, irrevocably lost.
Without scanning equipment, without the coordinates of other wormhole exits, there was nothing they could do.

He had trouble breathing – he felt as though a great weight was crushing all the breath out of his body. He had never felt guilt of this magnitude before. This was on him. There was no denying it. He had not thought to bring scanning gear, or even to check the stability of the exit before following Aren into the wormhole. He had been so smug, so proud, and now he had condemned them all to a slow death. His crew would starve, Skye would die here, and the ship, his beautiful ship that even now hummed with barely contained power, even the ship would go quiet, dark and cold over time.

* * *

“Lynx,” she said. “This is it, isn’t it?” Her voice, even now, was calm and soothing. Not a hint of panic. He squeezed his eyes shut. Tears would not be helpful, not now.
“I guess,” he muttered.
“It was good, you know. You, me, us. Damn good. We made a great team.”
“We did.” He wanted to say so much more, but no words would come.
“You could stay,” Skye whispered. “We have supplies for a long time yet to come. Someone might pass this way, and with a little luck we can follow them out of the hole.” For the first time ever, he thought he heard her wavering.
“You know I can’t,” he said, cursing himself even as he knew it was true. “I’ve put too much effort into this. I can’t afford to wait for days, weeks, months, Bob knows how long it will take before you run into another ship. I just can’t.”
“I know.” She cut the channel, but not before he heard a soft sobbing noise.

He took another deep breath, then shouted with all the anger left in him, until there was nothing left but loss, defeat and self-loathing. All emptied out, he slammed the eject button, and watched through tearful eyes as his pod pulled away from the shimmering hull. A soothing voice started counting down the seconds to self-destruction.
Lynx back, motionless, recalling the feel of Skye’s body against his.

And he knew that no matter how many times his consciousness would be transferred into a brand new clone, he would never be truly whole again.

Lessons Learned, And Soon Forgotten

Some days have passed, and I’ve spent most of my time roaming around Black Rise in search of solo action. I have made some progress on my PvP skills, I think, but my billboard does not really show it yet. Not that that actually matters – I feel it every day when I undock, and that’s what is important. It shows in small things. I am much, much quicker to locate ships in space using my trusty directional scanner; I am beginning to know who roams which systems and what types of ships I can expect to find in which plexes. I understand the fits I fly and know how to fly them in combat.

The one skill I have not mastered is patience. With the fits that I fly (and I guess with most fits, except perhaps with some all-purpose fits for “overpowered” ships such as Hookbills or Comets) I have a pretty narrow target selection, and finding a target in a relatively quiet system who a) does not warp away as soon as I go in and b) does not bring in half a dozen friends after 30 seconds, well that’s just plain difficult. As a result, you easily spend an hour, maybe two, just hopping through systems, scanning, checking out plexes and belts, rinse and repeat.
After a while, I get jittery. I want to shoot something. And so I take fights that I know I will lose.

Such as this Tristan fight in a Firetail. If I had focused a hundred percent on the Tristan itself I might even have won it, but I tried to take out some Drones first – and of course my artillery could not track them. So I broke two of my Laws of PvP for this arty fit: Do Not Fight Drone Boats with Artillery and Do Not Try To Shoot Stuff With High Transversal with Artillery. Sigh.

Or this one, once again fighting a Tristan, but now in a Gutsy Incursus. I should have won by all rights, looking back. It was mighty close as it was and a really fun fight to be honest, my opponent had just 20% structure left, and we had a chat afterwards in which we exchanged all our mistakes.
In this fight I violated an entirely different one of my Laws of PvP: Though Shalt Not Engage in Drunken Solo PvP… Because in this fight, the drunkenness led to a first deactivated-by-accident AB, then a burned out AB, a burned out Web while we were at 5K range throughout the fight, and more random silliness.

And last night, my brand new Coercer (just finished training those lasers!) got popped by an instalocking gate camp that even got my pod. Grumble grumble. I know I’m supposed to respect everyone’s playstyle, but these guys… what’s the sense of achievement, I wonder. Oh well.

Better luck tonight, I hope. Get some green on that solo killboard!

Eve Uni On Deployment

So I just went through a first deployment. A real full-scale deployment into a high-sec system full of war targets. But wait, you might say, wasn’t this dude Lynx in Eve Uni?

And you would be right, my friend, but the truth of the matter is that the Uni has gone and set up a deployment in an attempt to end a constant war with a high sec wardec corps. Pretty unusual for the Uni, true… However, The Pursuit of Happiness has had a war dec on the Uni for ages, with the occasional little lull in between, and they cause no end of trouble to new unistas. And given the fact that the Uni is all about the new unistas, there was a growing resentment of the situation.
Basically, there were two camps – those who said, live with it, there’s no way we can end this because PoH does not want to fight, they just run as soon as a decent fight is offered; and there were those who said, come on, with our numbers we should be able to do something, right? The two camps held each other in balance for a looong time, until…

About a week ago, a senior member of the Uni stepped up and called out for volunteers to take action. The reaction was overwhelming – the will to do something was clearly there, and if someone with that kind of pedigree had a plan… we were all for it.

So, plans were drawn up, the propaganda engines fired up, ships moved to the deployment system in Anttiri, and we basically tried to take the fun out of the war deccer’s game. I guess we succeeded, too, because The Pursuit of Happiness dropped the war after just three days. Of course, they might cough up the millions to continue the war next week or the week after, but for now – victory.

My part? Pretty small. I hopped into a Stiletto and a Griffin, joined the crowd sitting on the hostile undock and scouted around for a bit. I really did not have much playtime these past days, so I kind of wish I could have done more (in the EU timezone, we could have done with more unties, I gathered). At least I did get to hear lots of veteran unistas together in comms for the first time. Some of them I had flown with in Low Sec Campus fleets, some were names I only knew from the AARs written by the FCs in the Wormhole and Null Sec Campuses.

Anyway. An interesting if somewhat dull experience. In the meantime, I did take the opportunity to get a jump clone (finally!) and to train Small Energy Weapons to V, so I will be trying out the Coercer pretty soon… Let’s see if I have more luck flying that than the Incursus and the Breacher!

Miner Mayhem

So. Been a bit quiet on this blog lately, for a variety or reasons. It’s been pretty busy IRL at work, for one, and that has taken up most of my free cpu cycles, and at home with the kids and all that. But I shall try and remedy that in the coming days.

What have I been up to? More trading, mostly, because I find it endlessly fascinating to see what sells and what does not sell, who comes into the market for items that I am working with and how they try to force things one way or another, but step out quite quickly once they notice that the profits won’t be huge or instantaneous, and how my operation just keeps growing day after day.
I don’t actually use spreadsheets. I do have EveMentat that I update every once I while, just to check whether my profit rates are healthy enough, but not on a daily basis. I live by my gut feeling and of course the constant market data streams from eve-marketdata.com and similar sites. Can’t do business without them, really.

Lynx, my main in the Uni, has been out and about looking for solo fights. I find solo roams to be much more exciting than bigger fleets under an FC. There is always quite a bit of waiting on gates involved and in the end you are just pushing buttons, aren’t you?
Also, there are not that many fleets going out in the small timeslot that I have available for playing on most days. I know all it takes is asking whether anyone wants to join in on a small roam, but I don’t think I am really ready for that yet. I still get surprised by the capabilities of many ships, and I constantly have to Get Info to check the specifics of all those myriad ships that fly about in Placid.

So solo it is for me, these days. Still without a kill and that irks me no end. I played some games with a Procurer a couple of days ago, but my Incursus could not really break his tank (a quick Pyfa check showed me he may have had as much as 60K EHP) and I was late in targeting his drones.
Still, we were about the same age, the Procurer pilot and myself, and we had a good laugh in local at our ineptitude – my failure to kill a miner and his failing to get out in time even though he knew I was hunting him.

I shall just continue to roam Placid and Black Rise, looking for those elusive Good Fights(tm). Say hi if you run into me – either before or after my ship goes boom, that’s all the same to me!

Link salad, drama llama edition

So, been browsing the blogosphere and tweetfleet a bit lately, and here is some of the good stuff:

  • CSM members have been swapping alliances, resigning, throwing up dramas and whatnot. It’s all over Twitter and some blogs. Xander moves to PL. Lots of twitter stuff follows. Major Silva promptly switches to CFC. Then resigns less than a day later. Drama guaranteed!
  • Rixx Javix is creating superb art poster-style graphics of his favorite (I assume) ships. Love them, and my personal favorite is the Slicer. I am feeling kind of inspired to do something in this vein myself. Stay posted…
  • On his blog, he’s listed his Top 10 T1 Combat Frigates. A good read.
  • I missed the Titan free for all on Singularity, even though it was tweeted and another one of my favorite bloggers, Sugar Kyle, wrote about it. Oh well. It’s frigates, dessies and cruisers for me for a while yet, I guess.

Go Away, Sansha!

So Sansha put up his fearsome tent right next door to our home system. And I am not pleased, let me tell you that. The incursion covers a large part of the Placid low-sec region and that means that my usual hunting grounds are mostly empty of the usual roaming gangs, and have been replaced by large blingy fleets or just plain empty space. Well, not quite empty. Sansha-infested empty.

Here’s to hoping that it gets cleared up quickly, so business as usual can resume, and I can try out some of the new ships I have been donating to myself from my market trading alt.

Because business as usual these days for me is going out looking for solo fights. Which is harder than it may sound, actually, because most “solo” ships you meet in the Placid FW systems are either bait for a gang, or very high-SP players in T2 or faction ships with off-grid boosters. Meh.

But hey, maybe I need to stop focusing on trying to get a fair fight. Just trying to last as long as possible would be a challenge, even against one of those stronger opponents.

That being said, I think I will stop flying my Breacher fit for a little while – it may be too much to control at the moment, what with the drones and the active repping and quite limited scram kiting engagement profile. I am just not ready for that much micromanagement in a fight yet.

So, over to Tristans of the brawling, neuting or kiting kind (in even measures until I find out which works best for me), and when I get that money-squandering feeling, one of those Firetails someone sold at 30% below Jita last week, or maybe even a Comet I got similarly cheaply… Time to fire up Pyfa and spend some time looking at numbers and trying to translate that into actual flying tactics.

Slow Learner

Slow Learner. A phrase that describes me quite well, I think. It’s also the title of a collection of short stories by Thomas Pynchon, but that has little to do with Internet Spaceships, so I shan’t go on about that.

So I am a slow learner. Why? I keep getting blown up in a matter of seconds when I go looking for solo fights. I have lost six or seven ships solo now – not much by more experienced players’ standards, I guess, but for me it feels as though there should perhaps be a bit more progression. Patience, my young padawan, is what my inner mentor whispers in my ear, but the eager noob in me wants to see ships other than his own go boom.

So, I am not the fastest on the uptake when it comes to solo PvP. The same goes, I guess, for my market trading adventures. On the one hand I am very happy with the big milestone that I passed yesterday: I had over one billion in sell orders in the market. That’s the first time I could really see significant progress with my trading adventures. Yay for me.

But on the other hand, it took me about five months to get there, whereas you see lots of testimonies on the net from players who make a billion in less than a month, starting from scratch. For me, it’s been five months of trying out different stations to trade in, different strategies, different market segments, until I finally settled on an approach that suited my gameplay (low on playing time) and resulted in considerable profits.


Now, since I found my niche, so to speak, I have almost tripled the amount of money I put into the market. But it took me ages, or so it feels like, and now I will need to find new ways to make it scale, because I have the feeling that with a single trader in a single trader I will have to look at what I am selling quite carefully.

And on a completely different note altogether, I saw a Revenant in space today! Our neighbors CFT dropped ten supers on our three cruisers and one tech one frigate – including a Revenant. Quite pleased that I managed to wait around long enough to see it come out of the cyno, but not long enough to get popped. Although it would have been a cool killmail to be on, of course. Dex, another Unista who was a little slower to warp off, got one to keep in his archives, with all ten supers getting in on his kill…

Hello New Eden!

There, now I’m all grown up as a new capsuleer in Eve. I joined a couple months ago, completed the tutorials and spent a fair bit of time just floating around in high sec space, reading blogs and trying to figure out how to play this wonderfully complex game.

Then, as I was flying about one of the high sec starter systems, I was convo’ed by a recruiter for a small high sec corporation called Operation Wolf Pack. I had been considering joining a corp, and Eve Uni seemed like the logical choice given my complete noob status, but the application process looked a little strict and harsh, so I decided, hey, why not join these guys for a bit?

And so I did. I moved to their home system, bought some more Rifters and started training into the fits they proposed. Set up Teamspeak and learned how things worked in a small corp. All fine and good, the people were fun to talk to and I was learning things as I went along, mostly missioning and ratting in my barebones T1 Rifter. But then the wars came. Marmite first, then other corps joined them. I did not really understand what was going on, why were being “singled out” like that. It made playing almost impossible, though, because people just stopped logging in for fear of being blown up by war targets.

After a few weeks, I was at a junction – quit the game, or join another corp, where things were happening. I decided to apply to Eve Uni, because why not?

And so here I am, a proud member of Eve Uni’s Low Sec Campus. I think I have learned quite a bit by now, about the game and the meta game, about who does what and why, at least as far as high and low sec space goes. Null is another story of course, and some day soon I may wander down to the Uni’s Null Sec Campus to learn a bit more about life in null. But for now, I am content in Low, learning how to be a Pirate – Yarrrr!

So that’s what I will be writing about: my adventures in Eve, trying to become better at Solo PvP and figuring out new ways to enjoy this awesome game.