(An In-Character record of life in New Eden. Posts based on real events of my day to day play sessions.)

Wednesday, February 8, 2017

Connections: Recovery

I felt oddly at peace, the thoughts of what had happened were distant. I felt weightless, warm, and comfortable, in an almost prenatal state. It really calmed my nerves which felt like they were buzzing with panic for some reason. I couldn't remember why.

I started to become aware of my surroundings; the heat of the liquid I was floating in, the drone of the machinery close by, and suddenly, the sharp tapping of something sharp on glass. My eyes shot open and I saw a distorted image of Amalea's face behind glass, her nail resting on it's surface.

Once the liquid had drained away and my dignity restored, I sat up in the alcove I had been sitting in and she tossed me a towel.

"What the hell happened? This is your medical clone, you know. I know you didn't just jump from somewhere!" she asked, helping me up. I looked around confused. I was sure my Medical clone was in our outpost in Null Sec. Why was I in Kusomonmon, in High Sec?

"I'm not sure..." I muttered, and paused for a moment, "I can't remember." A nervous, and rather venomous glare from Amalea to the technician at the controls had him jump and furiously type on his controls as he did a scan to see what happened.

"It all looks green, sir. No abnormalities." he said, "You really don't remember how you were podded?"

"No." I replied. I closed my eyes and tried to think. The last thing I remembered was buying a ship and going into a wormhole after Chadrick. I didn't remember coming out the other side.

"I bought a Buzzard and went into a wormhole." I said, uncertainly, "I don't remember coming out the other side."

"Hmm." the technician muttered, leaning back in his chair, "I understand that pods anywhere in New Eden are within range of the fluid router network for transfer of the pilots consciousness back to a waiting clone, even if death should happen in a wormhole. I'm also under the understanding that the process can't be tampered with. Maybe the presence of interference had corrupted the transfer?" He tapped a few buttons, "Everything we received from the fluid router network was integrated into the new clone. No errors on that end. Might be something from where it was sent from. A pod glitch?"

"Sure..." Amalea said sarcastically, with narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"I think you're being a little overprotective. The man is just doing his job." I reassured her. "I'm sure it will come back to me." There was an obvious look of worry in her eyes but she sighed and let me out of the room to get dressed.

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"What a waste of a perfectly good ship." Osiph said with a sigh as she took a sip of her drink. We had opted to check out the night life on board the station and were sampling the atmosphere of a rather high priced club, with several armed escort standing at the exits, all arranged by Osiph who seemed to be ignoring them. It was almost like old times, yet I was clearly not in the mood. It could have been that I just died, but the loss of memory had me just thrown for a loop. It was bugging me greatly that I missed that time. It was like a bad hangover that I couldn't shake.

"Still rattled from that last podding, Sain?" Osiph asked, concerned for my lack of witty comeback for her earlier statement to infer her lack of caring for my well being. I just wasn't mentally present tonight. My mind was wandering.

"What?" I asked, I wasn't paying attention.

"You alright?" Amalea asked this time, concerned. She gave my arm a squeeze to get my attention and I stopped staring blankly into my drink to actually take a sip and give them a reassuring smile.

"Yeah, just worried."

"About what happened?" Osiph asked, "It could have been worse. Could have been Mindlock or something."

"I'm not worried about that." I said, "About Chad. I can't remember what happened in that wormhole."

"It was probably some wormhole corp who caught both of you in their turf and podded you back home, or Chad probably saw you, got mad and shot you himself." Osiph said, waving a hand.

"He was in a pod..." I muttered, again, staring into my drink.

"Well the former then." She retorted, putting her drink down, "I'm sure he will turn up again somewhere. Let him be. He clearly didn't want you poking your nose in his business."

"I suppose." I said with a sigh, then downed my drink, lifting my finger to the waitress for another, "I'm just worried now about this memory loss. It's not very common for issues like this to happen in cloning procedures." The waitress left another drink in my hand, winked and meandered away, dragging Amaleas scornful stare as she left. I took a sip and my Neocom beeped in my pocket, before I swallowed I glanced at it and nearly choked on the alcohol, the liquid dribbled down my chin.

Chadrick Belefonte just transferred over six billion ISK into my account. The most amount of ISK I have seen since becoming a Capsuleer. Granted my total assets might be around that amount, but I've never seen my wallet contain that much. I felt an odd elation that was jaded by concern. I knew exactly where that money came from, and I felt bad to have it. It took me a few moments to realize that both women had jumped up to look over my shoulder at my Neocom, both had shocked expressions and neither said a word.

"Um, drinks are on me?"

Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Connections: Taking the Plunge

I returned to Null sec, the encounter with my friend weighing heavily on my mind. I chose to lounge in the outpost bar and update my log on the latest events, if anything but to sort out my thoughts and get them down. Donta milled around behind the counter and poured drinks, yet his attention was often diverted in my direction, or towards the holoscreen above the end of the bar, showing random corp adverts and the odd bounty here and there. I had finished logging my post in my records and spent a few minutes perusing the local market, looking for an opportunity when I sensed a foreboding presence looming over me from behind. I slowly turned to look over my shoulder, seeing Koswin standing there, holding a terminal with a seemingly demanding pose.

"More." she simply said, pointing to the Terminal.

"Excuse me?"

"Write more! You can't leave your logs off like that! What's with the cliffhanger?"

"Cliff....? What the hell do you mean?" I ask confused.

"This story about your friend from the wormhole. It's really good." she said sitting down, "How does it end?"

"Story?" I asked perplexed, "This isn't fiction! It happened!"

"So you didn't just make it up?" she asked, somewhat disappointed.

"No. And why are you reading my logs so quickly after I write them?" I asked, raising a brow.

"The whole corp reads them, but never mind that. So what do you think is going on?" She asked, "You think he's a spy? Possessed by a spirit? Having a mental breakdown?"

"Seriously?" I ask, a little taken back, "I don't know. I want to find out, but not if I'm going to get shot!"

"Aren't those pistols outlawed on stations?" Koswin asked.

"Yeah, but this was a Capsuleer owned Citadel." I said, "Plus, I'm not going to be the one to rat him out. Maybe I should just respect his wishes and leave him alone, but it didn't seem like it was him at all. He was completely different."

"You should go back and dig around a bit." She said, "And write it all in your logs. Write about everything!"

"Dammit, Woman! I am not your literary slave!" I retorted with a sneer. She laughed at me as she stood up to walk away.

"You're not?" She jokingly replied.

"Look, just put your whip away and I'll write when I have something, alright?" I heard her laugh as she left the bar and my attention drifted over to Donta who was still cleaning glasses with a wide smile on his face. I sighed heavily and stood to head to the medical bay.

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I woke this time in Jita, in an old Jump clone I had there just for checking the market and set to work buying and fitting a Buzzard for some recon and spying. I undocked and headed back to the Citadel that Chadrick was docked in, then after confirming he was still on the guest list, remained just above the undock lane while cloaked and kept an eye out for him if he ever wanted to leave.

I had fallen asleep several times in my pod before something happened. It was much later in the day when my watchlist flashed and I saw Chadrick's pod undock, then quickly warp away. Following the small craft, I kept my distance and tracked it many jumps away, towards a dead end system, then found it odd when he warped off in a random direction, not even close to any celestial or gates.

Curious, I still saw his pod on my D-Scan, yet had no idea where he went. I chose to uncloak for a brief moment, launch scanning probes and cloak again, then set to work trying to find what it was he warped to.

A few moments later, I found a wormhole.

I warped to the hole and saw the tiny pod sitting at the event horizon, there was a moment of hesitation, then it splashed through. The wormhole entrance shimmered for a moment and sensors indicated it was near the end of life. With a rush of adrenaline, I recalled my probes, rushed the wormhole and splashed through.

The ride was rough, I was tossed all around and the ride made me feel sick to my stomach. A moment later I was thrown out the other side and the wormhole vanished behind me, making my heart jump to my throat. I instantly re-cloaked and took a moment to orient myself, scanning the system I was in and trying to get my bearings. I took a while to study the results and it finally hit me. There was something missing in my scans.

This system had no moons.

A Shattered Wormhole? Why the hell would Chadrick come in here knowing he can't get back with just a pod? Was he planning to see something and self destruct to get back to Highsec? Confused, I saw the tiny pod finally drop the temporary cloak the wormhole had left on his vessel and he sped off towards a planet in the system. I was sure he had saw me when I switched to my own cloak and was trying to run away, so I instinctively gave chase.

Exiting warp, I ended up near the planet, its debris field nearly de-cloaking me, yet I saw no pod here. He should have clearly beaten to the planet, but he wasn't here. Initiating another D-Scan, I see his pod had come out of warp much sooner in between the planet and where the wormhole used to be, so I chanced dropping the cloak once more to deploy probes again.

There was indeed a site in that area, no doubt full of sleepers. I warped to it at twenty kilometers under cloak to see what was going on, and when I landed, my mind was nearly overwhelmed with sensor data from both the overview and the camera drone.


Dozens of sleeper drones buzzed around the structure. So many that I lost contact with Chadrick's pod as I frantically tried to filter out the overview list. In my panic, I neglected to notice that one had come a little too close and shorted out my cloak, and I appeared before an angry swarm which quickly took notice and instantly locked onto my small frigate. I had only enough time to finally notice Chadrick's pod sitting dangerously close to the center of the structure, but yet still intact before alarms started going off and I saw a bright light, then nothing...

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Connections: It's Been A While, Old Friend...

"Hello Sain Darkwing." Chadrick Belefonte said, "It has been a while..."

I stared at the stoic expression of my old friend on the view screen before me and a sneer came across my face. Chadrick Belefonte had been in a wormhole system for the past year or so and I hadn't heard from him since, basically a missing person for all intents and purposes. But for him to just call out of the blue, was odd in itself.

But the fact that Chad didn't make fun of me for only wearing a towel or at least refer to it in some manner made me a little suspicious for some reason. It was nice to see him alive and well, yet something was off.

"It has." I replied, "Finally crawled out of your hole, I see."

"Indeed." Chad said, a brow raising as I pulled on a shirt, "How have you been, my old friend?" My eyes narrowed. Such refined speech patterns were very out of character for him. He usually slurred his words or used a lot of slang. For as long as I've known him, even I at times, had a hard time understanding what he was saying.

"I'm fine." I said, "Are you alright? You sound odd."

"I sound o-odd?" He replied, his brows furrowed in concern and glanced off camera for a moment before forcing a smile as if posing for a picture, "I am quite fine, old friend."

Now I was really suspicious. Something was wrong.

"Where are you now? How was life in the wormhole?" I asked, trying to get more out of him. He was being oddly quiet.

"I am currently in a Citadel near Jita. Life in the wormhole was well. I had a fun time." he replied. The whole time he showed no expression and sounded very scripted. After a long, awkward pause I replied.

"So, what do you want?" I asked. He seemed surprised by my sudden question and adjusted his position to lean forward slightly.

"Ah yes. I believe Cha...I mean I owe you a sum of money?" he said, "I am currently using some of those new skill extractors to remove skill points to sell. I will pay back the money I borrowed in full plus interest."

"Holy shit..." I muttered. I stood speechless as I stood to put on pants but froze in front of the screen with my pants in one hand, the other on the arm of the couch to support me. I stared hard at the emotionless face before me speechless and tried to comprehend what was happening. Chadrick was giving up his capsuleer skills just to pay me back a few million ISK I loaned him years ago. I didn't even care about the money anymore.

"What the hell are you doing, Chad?!" I yelled at him, "Why are you giving up your hard earned skills just to pay me back?! You don't even have to! I don't care about the money!"

"But you are my friend, are you not?" he asked.

"I suppose, well, yeah, but your skills? Besides, the money for a skill injector would be many times the amount I loaned you before!"

"Ah, but the interest!" Chadrick retorted, lazily raising a pointed finger to drive his point. The lack of enthusiasm was almost comical. Honestly, he looked like he was sleepwalking or something.

"Still, it's way too much!"

"I insist."

"What's going on, Chad? Why are you acting weird?" I demanded. His brow raised and he smiled.

"Expect the funds to be transferred within the day." he said, then the screen went black.

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I woke with a start and fell forward out of the clone bay as the liquid drained onto the grated floor. My naked body landed on something soft and warm as my vision quickly started to sharpen and my senses returned to me. It was a rough jump clone transition and took a little longer than usual for my consciousness to assert itself, but after a moment, Amalea's scent drifted into my nostrils as I realized it was her who had caught me.

"Welcome back, Sain." She said with a smile, "You weren't gone long."

I had arrived back in Kusomonmon and had filled Amalea in on what had happened with Chadrick. She thought his sudden change of heart was a good thing, yet it was completely out of character. I had to see him face to face to see what the hell is going on. Osiph was kind enough to hop in a pod and ferry the both of us to the Citadel where I had traced the call to and after a couple of jumps in a shuttle, we were docked and standing in front of the captain's quarters belonging to my old friend. Station records said he only had his pod docked here.

The door slid open and we were met with silence on the other side. The lights were off and the only illumination in the room was the hologram of Chad's pod floating above the coffee table. Chad was sitting on the couch, hands folded under his chin and elbows on his knees. The silence of the room was eerie and Amalea clung to my sleeve.

"Chad, are you alright?" I quietly asked, slowly circling the couch. he didn't move, yet his eyes snapped upward to look at me. I felt a shiver run down my spine. His eyes were piercing. I've never seen him like this before. So serious.

Beside the hologram emitter on the table were a couple of empty skill extractors and one full injector, it's white glow shining eerily in the dark.

"Sain Darkwing...." He slowly stated, "You needn't have come. My well being should not be of your concern."

"We are friends, right?" I asked. I inched forward and Amalea followed still clung to my arm.

"True, however, once our little transaction is complete, I wish to cut ties with you and your group. I wish for you to never concern yourself with me again."

"Chad, what's going on? This isn't like you! You're acting strange!" I exclaimed. I took a significant step forward and in a flash, Chadrick had pulled a parapistol from a holster on his leg, or what I thought was a parapistol in the dim light. The holographic pod rotated and light glistened off the metal of the gun. It was an Amarr CAR-9 Scrambler Pistol. The ones mercenaries use. This one wouldn't just stun you. This one would outright kill.

"Can you kindly leave, friend?" Chadrick flatly said, leveling the gun at my head. Amalea cowered behind me. I wasn't sure if her current clone had the right neural implants to save her should she die here so I began to panic. I took a step back and raised my hands but the gun was held steady.

"Chad, what the hell, man? I'm just concerned. I won't hurt you!" I pleaded, "Please, put down the gun!"

"Leave." he flatly repeated. His thumb hit the safety and I heard the power cell begin to charge for a shot. I took another step backward and Amalea began pulling on my arm.

"Sain, lets just go!" she pleaded. I sighed and nodded, letting her pull me outside and into the hall, looking back over my shoulder at Chadrick's menacing face in the light of the hologram.

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The shuttle ride back was quiet, yet we explained to Osiph through the shuttles comm system. There was no response at first, yet I clearly felt the ship jolt to a stop as her attention was taken off flying the ship.

"That asshole!" She yelled over the ships speakers. We were pressed back into our seats as she blasted forward and jumped to the next system, "Screw him! Let him give you the money and wash your hands of him!"

"Perhaps you're right." I muttered, looking out the porthole at the station snap into view. Osiph began docking procedures and I stared out the window, my mind racing...

Monday, January 30, 2017

The Immensea Liberation: Second Wind

I had another bout of boredom and the grind had taken a toll on me. With no motivation to undock for a long time, I decided to take a vacation from it all, jump cloned back to Highsec and bought a nice home on a planet in the Kusomonmon system, where Osiph and Amalea worked in the station in orbit as lab assistants and ran their production lines. The ISK to local credit exchange rate was highly in my favor and I was able to buy a luxurious home in the countryside beside a large lake for mere peanuts compared to the purchase of a ship.

I took several months to simply relax, do some fishing, watch some holo reels and spend some quality time with Amalea, becoming ever so closer as time went on. However, doing nothing all day and listening to Amalea's stories of her days on the station has my piloting itch returning, and I found myself following her to work many days to subconsciously get closer to the life I was taking a break from.
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"Sain, put that down, please." Osiph said with an exasperated sigh. I had been playing with a BPO cartridge with my boots up on her table, nearly laying down in the soft leather chair behind her desk. I sighed and tossed the several million ISK worth blueprint on her desk, cringing a little when I heard it rattle across the glass. I must have tossed it a little too high.

"Sorry." I meekly said. Her brow furrowed and I swear I saw a vein bulge on her temple.

"Look, I know you're bored, but you were the one who wanted to take a break from Null sec!" She exclaimed, slamming her hands on the desk to lean over it and stare into my face in a demanding pose. I took the hint to sit up straight and put my feet on the floor, "If you're bored, go back out there and make some money!"

"Maybe." I said, swiveling around. Behind her desk was a massive glass window that showed the docking bay below. Several Industrial ships were heading out. During my vacation, I opted to move into an Alpha clone as I wasn't going to be using any ships, but lately I was feeling rather lethargic about most things in general, not having the motivation to do much. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't have access to all my skills that was making me feel useless and unmotivated. Perhaps switching back to my Omega clone would perk me up.

"Am I annoying you?" I asked my sister with a sneer, "I can go bug Amalea if you like."

"You do remember you were kicked out of the lab, right?" She asked, straightening up and crossing her arms, "That means forever, not just the day in question."

"I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I behave myself." I said.

"If you two could keep your hands off each other for a few minutes when you are together then maybe you wouldn't have accidentally sat on a terminal and caused a whole batch of T2 inventions to fail!" She exclaimed. I felt my face grow hot.

"I reimbursed that Capsuleer the cost of the data cores!" I retorted, "And apologized!" Ospih sighed heavily.

"Sain, why are you here?" she asked, "Why leave Null? Is everything alright?" Her tone had completely changed to that of a caring friend. It was very unnerving to me.

I turned back to the window to gaze at the ships, "Not sure. I just didn't feel like undocking. There was nothing I was inclined to do."

A terminal slid across the desk from her and I turned to pick it up.

"Take a look." She said with a smile. They were schematics for the Rorqual; the biggest mining support vessel there is. Never really cared about it because they normally sat behind POS shields and provided bonuses to miners in the system. I read on and my eyes widened as I continued.

Changes were made.

Support ships were now only able to fit command burst modules, that needed to be close to ships for the bonuses to take effect, making the Rorqual need to be in the belt with the miners to buff them. They also got a new kind of drone: the Excavator Mining Drone. As I read on, a spark lit once more in my mind and I felt the need to own one of these Goliath machines. Each Excavator drone was like having an exhumer with you. A fleet of drones meant massive amount of ore coming in. I felt excitement at the possible income that could mean and glanced up from the terminal to see Osiph's smiling face.

"Well?" she asked.

"Thank you. I needed this." I replied.

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Back in my Omega clone and with motivation I returned to Null sec. With the goal of owning a Rorqual somewhat in the far distance, the immediate tasks I wanted to complete were not that apparent to me. Not knowing what I wanted to do, I ended up undocking my Buzzard to see if I can find some Relic sites and look around our space a bit to get used to being in a pod once more.

It has been a while.

My solo roam ended me up in B-R5RB where the historic massive bloodbath took place back in January 27th, two years ago. I've never been here, nor had the chance to see a Titan up close, but the wreckage still remains. Several broken and charred Titan hulls littered space. Battleships, and a myriad of other vessels peppered the starscape as I maneuvered around the wreckage. I took a moment to stare in awe at the sheer size and presence these massive ships imposed on my tiny frigate, taking several minutes to simply fly around these massive ships. The significance of the memorials and the site in general was a reminder to me of what life is here in new Eden.

In a universe where the strong survive, those who are together are strong.

I understand the fight happened because a sovereignty bill went unpaid, but the response of the attackers to try and take it; to gain a foothold in new space was to expand their territory, and the defense mustering to protect what was theirs. An opportunity rose that had not been missed and caused one of the biggest and longest Capsuleer conflicts New Eden had ever seen.

Just past the second anniversary of the battle and still I sit among the carcasses of gods that still don their golden chariots, an echo of the conflict of what once was and a testament to the struggle for dominance.

Filled with renewed perseverance, I returned to my home system and docked up. As I left the shower in my Captain's quarters, a familiar face appeared on my main view screen before my coffee table.

"Hello Sain Darkwing." Chadrick Belefonte said, "It has been a while..."

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Immensea Liberation: The Winds of Change

Things have happened in my absence. Substantial things that will change the course of history for years to come. Hopefully for the long term as it would mean a much needed stability for my friends and I. A place we can finally put our flag on and claim it as our own.

I should start out to explain what happened. I had taken a break from the stars and jump cloned back to High Sec to try and find some good business contacts for Osiph and her manufacturing endeavors. Finding good suppliers and getting to know the brokers living in Jita 4-4. Amalea had also followed and two months seemed to go by in an instant, yet my itch for exploration and resource gathering started to show and I ended up jumping back to my old space to reconnect with my corp mates. A little soul searching leave of absence, yet duly needed.

I came back to a mess that was quickly being pieced back together and I was excited for what it could mean.

We had moved places again inside of Immensea and partnered with the Infamous Alliance as renters in their space. We were tasked with keeping their ADM Indices up for discounts in our rental fees which we were good at doing. We were making a name for ourselves in our new space and starting to rebuild. All was well again.

In the late spring, Triumvirate and other factions began  attacking StainWagon in Immensea, which Infamous was a part of. The war raged for months and soon Triumvirate broke their defenses and they lost the station to the attackers.

Shortly after the loss, Benju, a leader in the Infamous Alliance forced a vote in the alliance and made his corp the Executor of the Alliance, booting several corps that wouldn't support him and resigned a non-invasion pact with StainWagon. The next day, people who were kicked from the Infamous alliance found they still had some power in the renter alliance and kicked all 3500 members from the partner renter alliance.

Including Full Spectrum Inc.

The leader of the coup then created a new renter alliance and joined it, hoping his coup was complete, yet it was not and the factions that were kicked, rejoined StainWagon and carried on the fight with Infamous in Catch in a massive Civil War.

So after some more Executive changes, we were denied access to the stations we had paid for in good faith, trapping our assets inside. While sitting on our hands, waiting for things to settle down and get fixed, our leadership worked out a plan to take our area for ourselves and stay here.

Other corps in the area, such as Thousand Sons Legion, nominated Rekindle by their own CEO's to lead a new alliance, Integritas Constans. The group got together to start entosising their own stations they were denied access to, claiming it back as their own. When I returned, several stations were already converted back to our control and we were still expanding, capturing iHubs and other assets we had lost because of the Infamous Civil War. Things are still in progress as we iron out the wrinkles and get things back to normal, but we have taken back what was ours and we are not moving again.

The winds of change are upon us. Trim your sails and come about. We're sailing our fleet into a glorious sunrise.

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A special Message from Rekindle:

Immensea has a strong sense of community. As the situation inside Infamous deteriorated into chaos it was clear something needed to be done.  We decided to self-form and approach a new partner.  Fidelas Constans agreed to partner with this new self formed rebellion and provide the necessary support.  We are Integritas Constans (ICON) and it means “Constant Integrity”.  On their timers, the self formed group flipped two constellations, including the historic B-R5RB system with the support of our new partners.

 The new alliance will be lead by Arrowspeeed Bounty, a representative of FCON, and by Rekindle who represents interests in the local area.  Together Rekindle and ArrowSpeeed are enabling new corporations and old to live in null security space in Immensea.  Interested groups can now choose to pay the gold price to live in null security space knowing they have partnered with ICON and FCON.  Our freedom in this space has been ratified by new agreements and our way of life can continue on. Rekindle, through the rest of his vibrant leadership, intends to extend the spirit of community gaming that we’ve enjoyed in Full Spectrum Inc to the next level. Collaborating with partners in the spirit of mutual respect of various play styles is the way forward.


Rekindle
CEO Full Spectrum Inc.
Co Executor Of Integritas Constans 

Thursday, March 31, 2016

The Immensea Immigration: Moving....Again.

I've been once again confined to Station for general lack of motivation to undock. The station bar has nearly become my second home as I wiled away the days with alcohol and a terminal. I ended up getting immersed in a few holoreels and old video games, with real life taking a back seat. My ships sat floating in my hangar unused.

I looked up from my terminal to one again see Maya Nao sitting across from me. The level of her stealth skills astounds me. She was slouched over the table, elbows on the surface and chin resting on her hand. She looked bored out of her mind.

"How long this time?" I asked.

"Since I sat down?" she asked, "I've had three drinks. Soooo maybe an hour?" My eyebrow raised. This game I was playing was addicting. I had to put it down for my sanity's sake.

"Wow." I mutter, setting the terminal down. The bar doors slide open, again the right panel squealed as it recessed into the wall, a sound everyone was used to by now but still no one bothered to fix. Rekindle lumbered inside seemingly exhausted and took a moment to survey the room. Seeing that my table was the only occupied at the time, he strode over and sat down between Maya and myself.

"Afternoon, Sain, Maya." he said with a huff. He waved at Donta behind the bar and he poured a drink, drifting across the room with it to deliver a moment later.

"Afternoon, Boss." I acknowledge, "You look tired. What's going on?"

"The alliance is starting to get a little pushy with the CTA's, Sain. I didn't want this. You know our corporation doesn't believe in mandatory CTA's." he explained.

"Are they becoming mandatory?" I ask.

"Oh no! Never. We're not about to do that to our little group." he said, "I've made arrangements."

"Arrangements?" Maya asked, leaning back in her chair with her drink.

"Yeah, we're moving again."

Maya coughed and nearly choked on her drink.

"Again?" I ask, "Why?"

"This is the direction they seem to be heading in. Making these Call To Arms mandatory to start expanding their space. I don't like it and we didn't sign up for this. I've made arrangements with another alliance in Immensea where we can go back to being a sort of renter corporation." he explained. My smile was contagious. Maya even seemed excited.

"We get to go back to the way we were before? We get a system or two and are left alone to do what we want?" I ask. Rekindle nodded.

"Granted you are welcome to stay here and move to another Corp if you want to fight other capsuleers, and the new alliance also has those kinds of opportunities as well. CTA's will be entirely optional and because we are paying rent, we aren't expected to participate."

"This is good." I say.

"The move won't be as bad as last time, right Sain?" Maya asked, "I don't think you have too much stuff here yet."

"Not yet."

"So you're in?" Rekindle asked, finishing his drink.

"Of course."

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A few days later and a lot of Jump Fuel later, we were under the new flag of a new Alliance, moved to another home system, and all without the loss of any of our freighters, this time.

As I walked about the new outpost; an Ammarian model this time, I tried to take note of the amenities: The Med bay, the pub, the market, the research lab, repair shop, etc. It was a big place to get lost in, but I managed and found myself in an exterior hallway watching the Freighters dock, undock and cyno jump away. Once again, it was a new opportunity. The Market needed feeding, infrastructure needed to be stabilized, and space needed to be explored.

It was time to start building a new sand castle.

Thursday, February 25, 2016

The Immensea Immigration: Treasure Hunting

I've recently taken to Exploration to try and find some ISK, hidden in the darkest corners of the space around us. There's something satisfying about looking long and hard for riches, only to strike big some days, when you know there are times when you go home with nothing.

Another perk to flying around looking for signatures is that you essentially become a part of the intelligence network and a valued asset to the rest of your alliance by providing intel if neutrals appear in system. You can relay valuable information such as names, ship types, numbers, locations and whatever else is necessary to keep your friends safe. You, yourself are normally cloaked while scanning so the enemy can't find you, and as long as you are careful, you can chase them around and watch them on grid to see what they are doing. It's pretty sneaky and cloak and dagger, but it's worth it.

So far, I've stuck to Relic sites as I have heard is where the money is. It's true, as Data sites give mostly data cores and some blueprints, where I've found several T2 BPC's relic hunting. I want to get a bunch of rig BPC's down here too because I'm hauling in a lot of salvage, which I'm mostly just selling to my corporation, which do get used for rigs or shipped back to market. I'm not entirely sure what get's done with them.

As for the means, I started out flying a Buzzard, but wanted an Astero. Mostly for looks, but because it has a decent drone bay for offense if needed. The Buzzard has no offense whatsoever, but it's designed to run quickly if threatened. So when fitting the ships, you want to go for maneuverability.

[Astero, Null Exploration Astero]

Energized Adaptive Nano Membrane II
Adaptive Nano Plating II
Nanofiber Internal Structure II
Damage Control II

5MN Y-T8 Compact Microwarpdrive
Relic Analyzer II
Data Analyzer II
Cargo Scanner I

Covert Ops Cloaking Device II
Core Probe Launcher I

Small Hyperspatial Velocity Optimizer II
Small Gravity Capacitor Upgrade I
Small Low Friction Nozzle Joints II


Warrior II x5
Hornet EC-300 x5
Salvage Drone I x5

This fit seems to work well for me, but I replaced the Data Analyzer with something that helped my scanning speed or accuracy as I only do Relic sites. Still it's rather expensive compared to the Buzzard but requires less skills to just sit in.

[Buzzard, Null Exploration Buzzard]

Micro Auxiliary Power Core I
Co-Processor II

Relic Analyzer II
Scan Pinpointing Array I
5MN Y-T8 Compact Microwarpdrive
Cargo Scanner I
Scan Rangefinding Array I

Covert Ops Cloaking Device II
Expanded Probe Launcher I
Cynosural Field Generator I

Small Gravity Capacitor Upgrade I
Small Emission Scope Sharpener I

Sisters Core Scanner Probe x8

The Buzzard, at least, has the CPU to run an expanded probe launcher. This allows combat probes and lets you look for ships, lost drones, mobile tractor units and the like. Also cheaper than the Astero.

As for hacking itself, I found that the best way to learn is just to go try and keep trying until you get better at it.

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At this point, I rubbed my face and looked up from the terminal I was writing on and jumped when I noticed Maya sitting across from me. She was staring at me while sipping a drink.

"How long have you been there?" I asked.

"About ten minutes. You seemed engrossed in your work. What are you writing?" she asked.

"I've started exploring and thought I'd pass some findings off to newer capsuleers that wanted to give it a go as well." I explained, sighing heavily, "Now I have to include the section on how to actually hack something."

"You mean that odd interface with the lines and circles?" she asked, "It's tricky. But then again, that's why there are good and bad hackers out there."

"True." I nod, taking a sip of my drink. I notice the Outpost bar in our home system tonight has become somewhat lively. A monitor on the wall was displaying reruns of the last Alliance Tournament, and Donta seemed to have his hands full at the bar.

At one end, a man seemed to have melted into the bar, his head in his arms and nearly lying across the end of the bar, bottles and glasses nearly obstructed my view of him, stacked on both sides of the man. At the other end, another guy was trying to coax the Bartender into some sort of discount.

"You know I'm good for it!" The man said, "This is Null Sec! I can make the money back in one pirate kill!"

"Mr. Al-Fassir, I don't doubt your money making ability, however, I do not open tabs at this establishment. With the rate people come and go, if I were to do so, I'd never see half the money owed to me." Donta replied, leaning heavily on the edge of the bar, "Don't you own massive spaceships? Are you telling me you can buy ships, fit them, and stock them with ammo, but have issues buying alcohol?"

"My liquid isk is normally tied up."

"In what, may I ask?"

"Um, gambling?" he replied.

"Hassan, listen." Donta said, straightening up, "I've heard of this establishment. This IWantISK.com site is not a get rich quick solution. Statistically speaking, you lose more than you win so why take the risk?"

"With great risk comes great reward!" Hassan exclaimed.

"Yes but if you have nothing to risk, how can you profit? Why are you spending money you can't afford to lose?" Donta replied.

"Because I can always make more!" Hassan exclaimed, "Ugh, this is going nowhere! Hey, Joxe! Buy me a drink, will ya?"

The man sleeping at the end of the bar suddenly jolted upright, a napkin stuck to his forehead.

"Wha?" he mumbled.

"Can you spare a few ISK to buy a corp mate a drink?" Hassan asked, halfway sliding down the bar. Joxe simply nodded and halfheartedly waved at Donta to go ahead and continued to find his comfortable spot once more. Once his light snores could be heard drifting across the bar once more, Donta reluctantly poured the thirsty man a tall drink and charged the generous, sleeping Capuleer at the end of the bar the cost of the drink.

"Thank you!" Hassan exclaimed in victory, savoring his drink. Donta went back to wiping up the bar and clearing empty bottles from around the sleeping man, trying not to disturb him.

"Nice crowd you run with, Sain." Maya said with a smirk after turning around from the event at the bar. I just smiled.

"Hey, to each their own." I shrugged, "They're a great bunch, but they have their quirks."

"I bet they do." Maya said with a smile, "This move down here is interesting to say the least."