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
Wednesday, August 17, 2016
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.
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."
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."
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
The Immensea Immigration: Getting Back to Work
It's almost therapeutic to get back to mining. Maya Nao had once again followed me down to our home system in Null Sec and was again out in a Retriever beside my Procurer mining in an anomaly. Anomalies are best for mining here in Null not just for their sheer size, but they also contain some of the most valuable ores in New Eden. Most people refer to them as the ABC ores; Arkonor, Bistot, and Crokite. The rest here are pretty valuable as well, Mercoxit being the only source of Morphite known so far, a key material used in mostly Tech 2 Equipment and ships.
It wasn't just Maya and I out here. A lot of our Corp mates were floating around the belt, mostly in Barges and Exhumers of various types, all slowly eating away at the ores around our ships. I pulled up beside Koswin, one of our Directors and started shooting rocks. We were there for a few minutes when Maya sent me a message over fleet comms.
Maya Nao: I'm full. Heading to the Compression Array.
Sain Darkwing: Already?
Maya Nao: Yes. This is why I like it here.
Sain Darkwing: True. The Rorqual boosts are amazing.
This is one of the great perks of being in a Corporation like this. You get the best mining boosts from a Rorqual pilot that sits at the local POS and you make a killing at mining. I was busy daydreaming about how much ISK we were making when one of the lesser favorite things about Null Sec arrived. Pirates.
"Angels are here!" Koswin snapped over voice coms, "Drones out people." Maya heard and stayed put at the POS for now, just finishing compressing the load of ore she had and putting it in the Personal Hangar Array. Her drone skills weren't that up to par for the local Pirates as she had trained primarily for a boosting Orca. Something her current assignment couldn't make the most of.
I sent the order and a fleet of Valkyrie II's launched from my drone bay, circling around my Procurer as the small fleet of Angels closed in. I moved slightly closer to the rest of the ships around me, hoping to spread incoming damage around the fleet and keep all of our drones concentrated together, yet all the while watching my distance to the asteroid I was mining and making sure I didn't go out of range. The local pirates weren't that big of a threat, but it was best to get rid of the annoyance before too long.
As they closed in range, I activated my hardeners and started targeting their ships. I saw my fleet mates drones start chewing through shields and ordered mine to do the same. The small, unmanned crafts shot forward and started attacking the BattleCruisers and Battleships that came to try and ruin our day, but with our greater numbers they were no match for us. Once the last one went down, all the drones on the field darted back and recalled to their respective drone bays, and I turned off my shield hardeners with a huff. I don't think I was even shot at that time.
"Are they gone?" Maya asked.
"Yep." I responded. Short communications but it was time to get back to business. I saw her warp in beside me and start shooting rocks again, repeating the cycle to fill her ore hold.
Bad luck struck again at the sound of an audible alarm from a program called "Near" I had installed because I was not very attentive to the intel channel
"Hostile enemy reported two jumps out."
It made me jump a little even inside my pod. My ship responded by igniting the engines to full power for a second then going dark again. I drifted forward a hundred meters or so and stopped once more, my attention going to our coalition Intel channel.
There is a big difference between local Pirates and wandering Neutral Capsuleers, or 'Neuts' as they are called. Pirates are not flown by Capsuleers but rather by a crew who are nowhere near as efficient as a Capsuleer neural interface. Pirate ships are sluggish, stick to one target usually, and rarely ever warp scramble in asteroid belts and mining anomalies. Other Capsuleers, on the other hand, are slippery, cunning and will use any means necessary to remove you from existence. Even in smaller ships, a single Neut is a big threat. Especially when they could be carrying a Black Ops Cynosaural Generator. A single pilot can fly into a swarm of mining ships, use a warp disruptor bubble, then use his Cyno to allow other Black ops ships to portal to his position and quickly outnumber us. Even if they do not have a Cyno, a single ship can catch one or two of us and cause some serious damage and cause credible loss of ISK to someone.
"Hostile enemy reported one jump out."
"Time to go." Koswin says over comms, "Neut next door. Everyone safe up." This is standard practice to save your ship and limit the number of potential targets for the unfriendly Capsuleer. All of the ships in the Anomaly slowly turned to point to the POS and one by one they suddenly burst off into warp in a stream of blue light and a dull pop as the wake from their warp drives hit my ship and reverberated off the hull. It's the only thing I can think of as to why I can hear other people warp off in the vacuum of space. Still, it's interesting to see a dozen or so ships all warp off at roughly the same time in the same direction.
As my ship enters warp, Maya's Retriever somehow matches my speed and follows me into the same warp bubble, gently flying along beside me in the tunnel before we exit inside the POS shields among the rest of the fleet. A few of us started bouncing off each other but there was plenty of room inside the shield.
Everyone stared at the local com channel as every ship in system would show their pilot's name in the list. A pilot appeared that had no friendly tag, and someone in fleet reported it in the intel channel.
"Enemy is present in your system." Yes. I know. I can see that.
Voice comms became active with other pilots in the system trying to figure out what kind of ship he was flying, where he is and that sort of thing, trying to organize a defense against the unknown threat. Several of them undocked and gave chase as the offending pilot turned around and left the system in the same direction he came from, but some of our more combat oriented pilots in our corporation smelled a little blood in the water so to speak and was off hunting.
The mining ships around me started zipping off into space towards the anomaly once more.
With great reward comes great risk...
It wasn't just Maya and I out here. A lot of our Corp mates were floating around the belt, mostly in Barges and Exhumers of various types, all slowly eating away at the ores around our ships. I pulled up beside Koswin, one of our Directors and started shooting rocks. We were there for a few minutes when Maya sent me a message over fleet comms.
Maya Nao: I'm full. Heading to the Compression Array.
Sain Darkwing: Already?
Maya Nao: Yes. This is why I like it here.
Sain Darkwing: True. The Rorqual boosts are amazing.
This is one of the great perks of being in a Corporation like this. You get the best mining boosts from a Rorqual pilot that sits at the local POS and you make a killing at mining. I was busy daydreaming about how much ISK we were making when one of the lesser favorite things about Null Sec arrived. Pirates.
"Angels are here!" Koswin snapped over voice coms, "Drones out people." Maya heard and stayed put at the POS for now, just finishing compressing the load of ore she had and putting it in the Personal Hangar Array. Her drone skills weren't that up to par for the local Pirates as she had trained primarily for a boosting Orca. Something her current assignment couldn't make the most of.
I sent the order and a fleet of Valkyrie II's launched from my drone bay, circling around my Procurer as the small fleet of Angels closed in. I moved slightly closer to the rest of the ships around me, hoping to spread incoming damage around the fleet and keep all of our drones concentrated together, yet all the while watching my distance to the asteroid I was mining and making sure I didn't go out of range. The local pirates weren't that big of a threat, but it was best to get rid of the annoyance before too long.
As they closed in range, I activated my hardeners and started targeting their ships. I saw my fleet mates drones start chewing through shields and ordered mine to do the same. The small, unmanned crafts shot forward and started attacking the BattleCruisers and Battleships that came to try and ruin our day, but with our greater numbers they were no match for us. Once the last one went down, all the drones on the field darted back and recalled to their respective drone bays, and I turned off my shield hardeners with a huff. I don't think I was even shot at that time.
"Are they gone?" Maya asked.
"Yep." I responded. Short communications but it was time to get back to business. I saw her warp in beside me and start shooting rocks again, repeating the cycle to fill her ore hold.
Bad luck struck again at the sound of an audible alarm from a program called "Near" I had installed because I was not very attentive to the intel channel
"Hostile enemy reported two jumps out."
It made me jump a little even inside my pod. My ship responded by igniting the engines to full power for a second then going dark again. I drifted forward a hundred meters or so and stopped once more, my attention going to our coalition Intel channel.
There is a big difference between local Pirates and wandering Neutral Capsuleers, or 'Neuts' as they are called. Pirates are not flown by Capsuleers but rather by a crew who are nowhere near as efficient as a Capsuleer neural interface. Pirate ships are sluggish, stick to one target usually, and rarely ever warp scramble in asteroid belts and mining anomalies. Other Capsuleers, on the other hand, are slippery, cunning and will use any means necessary to remove you from existence. Even in smaller ships, a single Neut is a big threat. Especially when they could be carrying a Black Ops Cynosaural Generator. A single pilot can fly into a swarm of mining ships, use a warp disruptor bubble, then use his Cyno to allow other Black ops ships to portal to his position and quickly outnumber us. Even if they do not have a Cyno, a single ship can catch one or two of us and cause some serious damage and cause credible loss of ISK to someone.
"Hostile enemy reported one jump out."
"Time to go." Koswin says over comms, "Neut next door. Everyone safe up." This is standard practice to save your ship and limit the number of potential targets for the unfriendly Capsuleer. All of the ships in the Anomaly slowly turned to point to the POS and one by one they suddenly burst off into warp in a stream of blue light and a dull pop as the wake from their warp drives hit my ship and reverberated off the hull. It's the only thing I can think of as to why I can hear other people warp off in the vacuum of space. Still, it's interesting to see a dozen or so ships all warp off at roughly the same time in the same direction.
As my ship enters warp, Maya's Retriever somehow matches my speed and follows me into the same warp bubble, gently flying along beside me in the tunnel before we exit inside the POS shields among the rest of the fleet. A few of us started bouncing off each other but there was plenty of room inside the shield.
Everyone stared at the local com channel as every ship in system would show their pilot's name in the list. A pilot appeared that had no friendly tag, and someone in fleet reported it in the intel channel.
"Enemy is present in your system." Yes. I know. I can see that.
Voice comms became active with other pilots in the system trying to figure out what kind of ship he was flying, where he is and that sort of thing, trying to organize a defense against the unknown threat. Several of them undocked and gave chase as the offending pilot turned around and left the system in the same direction he came from, but some of our more combat oriented pilots in our corporation smelled a little blood in the water so to speak and was off hunting.
The mining ships around me started zipping off into space towards the anomaly once more.
With great reward comes great risk...
Thursday, January 7, 2016
The Immensea Immigration: A Fresh Start
Personal Log (YC 117 Nov 25)
I've been stuck in a low sec station in Chamemi for several days now, waiting for our leadership to choose the best course of action for our Corporation and Alliance. I don't blame them for taking their time as the sudden force eviction from our space in Querious has everyone reeling. I'm impressed with them to tell the truth. They can keep things together and keep moral at a sort of high level throughout this whole ordeal. I would have probably caved under that pressure. Still, it's rough having to pull out of what we thought was our new home, and have to relocated all over again.
I've decided to move all my assets out of this pocket low sec system and into the next high sec system one jump away into Parses, where my Sister could come with the Orca and pick most of it up. It's too much and too big to ship anywhere. I'm going to try and sell it all and rebuy once we've gone to wherever it is we decide to go. I hope it's soon.
Personal Log (YC 117 Dec 07)
Our leadership has announced we will be moving to Immensea and parts of the Tenerifis region yesterday. I spent most of the day shipping my assets to Parses in an unfitted Iteron V for pickup by Osiph, who had already left to come and pick it up. I believe it will take several trips but she agreed to do it.
I've been watching the communication channels for any wormholes that would lead down that way but none are being found. I want to get down there and help, but need a way to get there first.
A while ago in Querious, I was lucky enough to find an abandoned Caldari Interceptor at a planet but was unable to pilot it due to missing skills. Now that I have the skills, I have purchased a Crow and intend to try and fly it down to our new home.
I feel bad now. In the confusion and turmoil of the sudden evacuation, I completely forgot I had invited my closest friends to come join me in Querious to fly with me and help mine. I had to tell them to wait until I was settled in yet a new home system.
Personal Log ( YC117 Dec 13)
The trip down here in an interceptor was uneventful. I set up my medical clone in our home system and jump cloned back to Agil, where I took my stealth bomber back down to Parses. There I loaded what I could into my Crane and set out again, this time hoping to avoid warp disruption bubbles on the way back down. I started bouncing off of planets on the way, warping while cloaked of course, and did avoid several warp disruption bubbles in the direct path between gates. It was a smart thing to do.
Once I was back again, I started buying the things I needed. I fitted my Buzzard again for scanning, I bought another Rattlesnake for ratting, I fitted a Procurer for mining, then took the Buzzard out to get the lay of the land, and also to try out my new tech two Relic Analyzer.
Afterward, I may try out the facilities in our local outpost to see how the beverages taste...
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The thing about Null Sec is that mostly everything has to be imported. Therefore, everything costs a lot more than in empire space. This is fine, however, because you make a lot more ISK out here too. I think another issue is that people are too busy out making that money to do all the little things.
Like maintenance for example.
I sighed heavily as I nearly walked into a half open door to a room that leaked the musky smell of cigar smoke into the hallway. With a grunt, I resorted to pushing the rusted door open the rest of the way and entered the only bar on our small outpost, our so called refuge from the rigors of ISK grinding in space.
Yep, the ol' watering hole. A place where people can meet, be merry, and enjoy one another's companionship. If only they bothered to show up. The place was rather empty spare for a corp mate in the back, buried in a terminal so I wasn't sure exactly who it was. Then again, with all the commotion with the move and the new faces around, I haven't spent much time out of my pod to meet these people face to face.
I'm always wary of other people, especially non capsuleers, but the man behind the bar had an odd air about him. An image that portrayed friendliness, and trustworthiness. Something rare in today's society. I felt like I could tell anything to this man and he would keep it in confidence. Perhaps he spent all his money on Charisma implants or something. The bartender was a short man, thin build, almost lanky like an awkward teenager if anything. He would have been mistaken for underage if not for the scar across his face and the almost white mop of hair he kept uncombed and stuck off in different directions. Other than that, his face was young looking and he dressed in a professional suit, minus the double breasted jacket he kept hung on a hook on the wall behind the bar. As I slid onto a bar stool, I noticed he had an odd sense of elegance about the way he moved, as if he had experience being a servant or butler of some kind of someone very rich or important. When he opened his mouth, I realized that I would receive much better service than expected of the run down place. Especially when the door noisily squealed as it slowly shut behind me.
"Good evening, Sir." The bartender said, setting the wine glass he was drying down gently before hanging his cloth over his shoulder, "What can I serve you tonight?"
"What do you recommend?" I asked, gently drumming my fingers on the bar.
"How about a classic." He said, turning around, "Whiskey."
"Sounds good." I reply as he drops a couple of rocks in my glass and pours the liquor. I take a sip and sigh heavily. "This is what I needed."
"Finding things hard?" He asked, resuming his cleaning. He raised the wine glass to the light, slowly twisting the stem to inspect for smudges. Satisfied, he inverted the glass and hung it on a rack, them proceeded to take another from a nearby tray to continue cleaning.
"Not hard, but there's a lot to do to get straightened away. Need to get the old ISK flow moving again. Hopefully into my wallet instead of out."
"Are you that concerned with your wallet balance?" He asked, "Or do you have other interests?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like most Capsuleers I see come in here, they seem to be ruled my the almighty credit. Their motivations are all driven by money. Money is a means to an end, not the end itself." he said, again looking through his glass into the light. A slight sigh and he continued wiping the glass.
"My goal has always been to acquire money." I admitted, "With money, I can expand. I can build or buy bigger ships, finance my friends to fly with me, and afford to do the things I want to do."
"Which is?"
The question left me with my mouth agape to answer, but nothing came out. What did I want? What did I want to do? I know I'm here in Null sec to make money, but is that all? No, not really. If I just wanted to make money, I would have stayed up north. I'm here because of the community I became a part of. I'm here because of the fantastic people I'm flying with. I moved down here with them because they're now family.
"I want to fly with my friends. To make memories and have fun doing it." I said, "I make money to afford the things that let me contribute and participate in events with my Corporation and Alliance mates."
"Oh?" He says, setting his sparkling wine glass in the rack, "You're not just another money hungry Capsuleer who basks in the tears of their enemies?"
"Not at all." I reply. A memory of a nervous clerk in an empire station came to my mind. I remember her becoming extremely nervous at the mention of me being an Empyrean. I really don't like the reputation Capsuleers have with the general public.
"Then I applaud you for your actions, kind sir." He said with a smile, "I do hope you frequent this establishment." He paused for a moment, quickly dried his hands and held one out to me, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Donta. Donta Ren."
"Sain Darkwing." I reply shaking his outstretched hand.
I've been stuck in a low sec station in Chamemi for several days now, waiting for our leadership to choose the best course of action for our Corporation and Alliance. I don't blame them for taking their time as the sudden force eviction from our space in Querious has everyone reeling. I'm impressed with them to tell the truth. They can keep things together and keep moral at a sort of high level throughout this whole ordeal. I would have probably caved under that pressure. Still, it's rough having to pull out of what we thought was our new home, and have to relocated all over again.
I've decided to move all my assets out of this pocket low sec system and into the next high sec system one jump away into Parses, where my Sister could come with the Orca and pick most of it up. It's too much and too big to ship anywhere. I'm going to try and sell it all and rebuy once we've gone to wherever it is we decide to go. I hope it's soon.
Personal Log (YC 117 Dec 07)
Our leadership has announced we will be moving to Immensea and parts of the Tenerifis region yesterday. I spent most of the day shipping my assets to Parses in an unfitted Iteron V for pickup by Osiph, who had already left to come and pick it up. I believe it will take several trips but she agreed to do it.
I've been watching the communication channels for any wormholes that would lead down that way but none are being found. I want to get down there and help, but need a way to get there first.
A while ago in Querious, I was lucky enough to find an abandoned Caldari Interceptor at a planet but was unable to pilot it due to missing skills. Now that I have the skills, I have purchased a Crow and intend to try and fly it down to our new home.
I feel bad now. In the confusion and turmoil of the sudden evacuation, I completely forgot I had invited my closest friends to come join me in Querious to fly with me and help mine. I had to tell them to wait until I was settled in yet a new home system.
Personal Log ( YC117 Dec 13)
The trip down here in an interceptor was uneventful. I set up my medical clone in our home system and jump cloned back to Agil, where I took my stealth bomber back down to Parses. There I loaded what I could into my Crane and set out again, this time hoping to avoid warp disruption bubbles on the way back down. I started bouncing off of planets on the way, warping while cloaked of course, and did avoid several warp disruption bubbles in the direct path between gates. It was a smart thing to do.
Once I was back again, I started buying the things I needed. I fitted my Buzzard again for scanning, I bought another Rattlesnake for ratting, I fitted a Procurer for mining, then took the Buzzard out to get the lay of the land, and also to try out my new tech two Relic Analyzer.
Afterward, I may try out the facilities in our local outpost to see how the beverages taste...
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The thing about Null Sec is that mostly everything has to be imported. Therefore, everything costs a lot more than in empire space. This is fine, however, because you make a lot more ISK out here too. I think another issue is that people are too busy out making that money to do all the little things.
Like maintenance for example.
I sighed heavily as I nearly walked into a half open door to a room that leaked the musky smell of cigar smoke into the hallway. With a grunt, I resorted to pushing the rusted door open the rest of the way and entered the only bar on our small outpost, our so called refuge from the rigors of ISK grinding in space.
Yep, the ol' watering hole. A place where people can meet, be merry, and enjoy one another's companionship. If only they bothered to show up. The place was rather empty spare for a corp mate in the back, buried in a terminal so I wasn't sure exactly who it was. Then again, with all the commotion with the move and the new faces around, I haven't spent much time out of my pod to meet these people face to face.
I'm always wary of other people, especially non capsuleers, but the man behind the bar had an odd air about him. An image that portrayed friendliness, and trustworthiness. Something rare in today's society. I felt like I could tell anything to this man and he would keep it in confidence. Perhaps he spent all his money on Charisma implants or something. The bartender was a short man, thin build, almost lanky like an awkward teenager if anything. He would have been mistaken for underage if not for the scar across his face and the almost white mop of hair he kept uncombed and stuck off in different directions. Other than that, his face was young looking and he dressed in a professional suit, minus the double breasted jacket he kept hung on a hook on the wall behind the bar. As I slid onto a bar stool, I noticed he had an odd sense of elegance about the way he moved, as if he had experience being a servant or butler of some kind of someone very rich or important. When he opened his mouth, I realized that I would receive much better service than expected of the run down place. Especially when the door noisily squealed as it slowly shut behind me.
"Good evening, Sir." The bartender said, setting the wine glass he was drying down gently before hanging his cloth over his shoulder, "What can I serve you tonight?"
"What do you recommend?" I asked, gently drumming my fingers on the bar.
"How about a classic." He said, turning around, "Whiskey."
"Sounds good." I reply as he drops a couple of rocks in my glass and pours the liquor. I take a sip and sigh heavily. "This is what I needed."
"Finding things hard?" He asked, resuming his cleaning. He raised the wine glass to the light, slowly twisting the stem to inspect for smudges. Satisfied, he inverted the glass and hung it on a rack, them proceeded to take another from a nearby tray to continue cleaning.
"Not hard, but there's a lot to do to get straightened away. Need to get the old ISK flow moving again. Hopefully into my wallet instead of out."
"Are you that concerned with your wallet balance?" He asked, "Or do you have other interests?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, like most Capsuleers I see come in here, they seem to be ruled my the almighty credit. Their motivations are all driven by money. Money is a means to an end, not the end itself." he said, again looking through his glass into the light. A slight sigh and he continued wiping the glass.
"My goal has always been to acquire money." I admitted, "With money, I can expand. I can build or buy bigger ships, finance my friends to fly with me, and afford to do the things I want to do."
"Which is?"
The question left me with my mouth agape to answer, but nothing came out. What did I want? What did I want to do? I know I'm here in Null sec to make money, but is that all? No, not really. If I just wanted to make money, I would have stayed up north. I'm here because of the community I became a part of. I'm here because of the fantastic people I'm flying with. I moved down here with them because they're now family.
"I want to fly with my friends. To make memories and have fun doing it." I said, "I make money to afford the things that let me contribute and participate in events with my Corporation and Alliance mates."
"Oh?" He says, setting his sparkling wine glass in the rack, "You're not just another money hungry Capsuleer who basks in the tears of their enemies?"
"Not at all." I reply. A memory of a nervous clerk in an empire station came to my mind. I remember her becoming extremely nervous at the mention of me being an Empyrean. I really don't like the reputation Capsuleers have with the general public.
"Then I applaud you for your actions, kind sir." He said with a smile, "I do hope you frequent this establishment." He paused for a moment, quickly dried his hands and held one out to me, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Donta. Donta Ren."
"Sain Darkwing." I reply shaking his outstretched hand.
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