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Tuesday, August 31st, 2010

“Its so damn boring out here!” I think to myself. I Check over comms and scanning one more time. The Dastryns System had that effect though. It wasn’t protected by active Concorde patrols and being one of the quickest traveling routes into Syndicate space it was a less than hospitable place. If pilots meandered there it usually meant they were up to no good. Which was exactly why I was there.

I had been piloting Battlecruiser Class ships for The federation against the Angel Cartel for so long that when the opportunity to change duties and ships came along, I was more than a little enthused. It gets a little unrelenting when your battling entire fleets on team Patrol with only one combat ship and a remote repair escort. That kind of work can make a person a little edgy and tense. So when a change of ship and duty presented itself I was on board.

It has been 2 weeks since I was implemented into this ship. An “Enyo”. It was a Gallente Frigate Class Assault Ship, and it was a welcomed change of pace. It was built by Roden Shipyards with the latest innovations from the Serpentis Corporation Facilities. Just the improved 1MN propulsion upgrade gave the ship a 15% increase in defense and efficiency. Making it that much harder to hit, and with the newest armor repair modules installed and manned it was a formidable tank. But for all its abilities and crew members, I still felt tense and wary.

Maybe you just get used to a ship when your a capsuler. They “grow” on you so to speak. As I daydream the alarm sounds, snapping me from my thoughts are the reports from comms telling me the gate is active. I open feed to external vid and see the flash of blue. Insticntively I activate damage control and align to planet. I’m not scared i’m just no fan of surprises. If this ends up being something I can’t handle I’m out. I watch intently waiting as the jump gate timer counts down the cloak cycle. It takes almost 20 seconds for the jumper and the destination to merge. It’s like that particular section of space has to slide back into time.

And then it appears!! A Minmatar Frigate, the Rifter!!. I zoom the video feed into the ship and watch as first he materializes and then turns towards my ship. Instantly I set up orbit. All the while watching the gate for any further activity. Just then Concorde security rating for this capsuler comes in!! He’s wanted by Concorde and on the Free to fire list. This is what I took the transfer for!! My sensors indicate the ship is attempting to gain target lock, I answer likewise. I immediately open with a Corelli Class Warp scramble to keep him from retreating. The Tech 2 nuetron blasters rip thru his shield defenses in 2 volleys. But the bastards fast, damn fast, He leaves my guns range in no time and initiates a webifier on the enyo. Max speed has just reduced beyond consideration. I check the ships capacitor array, and make comms with repair systems.

The little bastard is making peacemeal of my shields as he leaves my optimal and enters his. Crew is screaming bloody murder as shields drop below 10%. I inform them to calm down and watch the armor status. Having Serpentis upgrades should prove useful in the next few moments. And they do!! The rifters projectile ammo starts making dents in the armor and just as quickly the peacful green lighting begins as the new Coreli armor repper we had installed makes quick work of any damage. All that is left now is too wait and see If i can trick up his orbit.

I bring ship to full stop, straining the ability of even the new repper to keep up and it happens! He has left himself open and his orbit swings him too close. I punch the afterburner,regain scramble and open fire remembering the Hobgoblin II drone I was carrying and quickly set it loose. Little fuckers are violent and I find myself thinking I should probably plan an upgrade if I make it out of this. The Neutron blasters once again tear into him like hes made of paper (which is an upgrade for Minmatar) and then scanners start screaming. There’s a Strategic class cruiser falling out of warp 35 Kilometers off to my left between me and the damn gate.
I run ship type scan and quickly recognize it!!! A “Loki” the little fucker had backup. Quickly planning my escape route I take a chance and barrel towards the loki catching flak fire all the way in. I set up to a tight orbit and light the afterburners.

The incoming slows as my armor repper picks up but it may be too late. Noticing my readouts I see shields 0% Armor 0% hull 15%. Holy shit !!! Burning Close and panicked I notice that there is still incoming damage from somewhere, quickly glancing at vid to see if Loki turrets are firing I notice the damn rifter come back around. In my haste to get under gun of the Loki I had completely forgotten about him. Damnit!! Thats how capsulers die, I tell myself. I regain gun control and bring them to bear on the rifter. He may not have noticed my targeting and hoping against that I wait to fire. I check my overview to see if the hobgoblin had made it and it hadn’t. Expendable soldiers they are. I wait just a few seconds more and I engage the heat on the guns and afterburner.Closer now 7k,just a little more!! Closer 5K,almost.As he approaches 3k and opens fire I immediately engage afterburner and blaze directly for him. Guns screaming their sweet death song as his shields fall in one fail action followed by armor that only momentarily acts as if it will hold. Im burning towards gate now hoping to not come from under the Loki’s guns when I realize the rifter is on fire and hauling ass. Seems his afterburner has held up and is taking him from my range. I approach gate and look back at the rifter burning away as the warp lock broke. I notice his 15% hull that he now leaves with as I activate the gate and jump from system I think to myself “next time I’ll bring backup!”

It just aint right,but its fair!!

Monday, August 30th, 2010

Last time thru I bitched at the horrible beast that is lag. Well it would seem that karma and lag are both fair and horrible. Picture if you will cruising thru low-sec in your AF looking for the “fair fight”(HA!!) When you decide enough is enough and your ship is bad-ass and your going 0.0. Now picture the feeling of surprise when you finally get the balls to hit the jump button into the great unknown and behold, sitting ever so quaintly, an AF exactly like yours. Not what do you do ? Do you simply fly on away congratulating yourself for avoiding another “Captain Obvious” trap? Or do you go to it with guns blazing hoping the Gods will favor you this day?! Well I for one am blind to the obvious ,which quite unnecessarily is blatantly obvious to anyone who knows me. So I open fire and pray. Now this is where Karma bitch slaps lag and shit get interesting. Now after a few volleys and shields dropping like prom dresses. I realize not only is my opponent not returning fire, he’s not moving at all. Now being the chivalrous ass that I am, I figure the only way to make amends now…..is to heat the guns and make this quick. So I make haste with the heat and continue to oven-roast this poor bastard noting the whole time how”I’m glad it wasn’t me ” and laughing maniacally to no one in particular. And wouldn’t you know it just as the blue pop goes the whole gate becomes enveloped by a swarm of pilots like its give shit free day. Now at this time I have the kill, the loot, and the twisted satisfaction that lag is universal and with that I jump and haul ass off to some distant star in some farfukaway system. Thanking out loud the whole time ” I’m glad it wasn’t me “

The Search Continues

Thursday, August 26th, 2010
My corp is still searching for our ever elusive C3 to call home. We’ve gotten bored of this old C2. One thing we have discovered is that people really need to start cleaning up their WH’s as we keep finding dead POS’ and plenty of Anoms to farm off of.. but no PvP to speak of. Gordon is a sad panda due to lack of PvP.

Automerias Priore 2010-08-21 14:23:44

Saturday, August 21st, 2010

The Wormhole Journal of F1ghter Clone – alternate identity of Automerias Priore – member of Ornery Cantankerous Curmudgeons – and once “Duly Appointed Worm Hole Curator”.

I was created strictly to be a Mission running – ISK source for the Automerias Priore Personal Clone Dynasty – but for a few shining months we tried something different – we moved into a quiet, backwater Wormhole – built a POS home front and lived a life as an adventurer. So Automerias Priore is a Miner, Manufacturer, Inventor, researcher and Refining Elite Character specializing in all things science and Industry. He belongs to the PISSD corp (as do I) where he is a commercial strategist. Commercial Strategy is a tough role – requires you to be good at Market analysis and .99 cent warfare but it is rewarding in its own right up until you need the big score .

Well we needed some isk for POS chain so Automerias decided to find a quiet little wormhole. Hence the adventure. We set some pretty high standards for this new vacation spot – Class 3, persistent High Sec entrance, a decent sun with nice bonuses and of course at least 8 planets for juicy anomalies to form around. After 3 candidates we found one – a wonderful little place known as J212304 – home. The corp decided to exploit 3 natural resources within the WH – Gas – Ore and Sleeper Loot. So we put up a POS, set its armaments and began scanning. Several corp members joined us in the POS – WackedWally, Sim Pita, Conestoga Slim, and of course Sokoton. We fought the Sleepers, slurped great gas, and of course mined the ABC’s [Arkonor, Bistot and Crokite].

There were some incidents from time to time and some pretty evil characters came into our paradise but mostly they were looking for kills – not a new home. One morning all of that changed. I woke up jumped into my Imicus and started scanning. A new Tower showed up on the scan! Incredibly while we slept invaders had entered our happy home and put down roots. I scanned out their installation and warped to it at a hundred KM cloaked up and remained still for 4 hours.

I watched while they busily created and anchored a corporate hangar, ammunition array (pretty bad sign) and lots and lots of guns. This was not great news. We called a corp meeting and quickly hatched a plan. We needed to collapse the wormhole and then while it was down pop all their scanning ships as they searched for the new exit. That way we trap anyone in the wormhole and they would soon lose the location of the incoming/outgoing portals. Great plan we massed our collective strength to execute and began hunting.

All hands on deck – in combat ships and tacklers – we began hunting them every time we found probes. After each kill we collapsed the Wormhole and prayed they had no scanners left. This went on for days and soon we were short on supplies – so F1ghter Clone ran out to make a fuel run. All the components necessary to get us up for a month – ferried in and out in an Iteron Mark III – with nice rigs and max cargo space. All is well until that final trip – the last load – and then they raised the stakes. A bubbled Wormhole entrance! The Iteron soon melted around me as I struggled to get free. Then it was the Capsule itself that was under attack and it too soon died.

Fortunately we had moved our medical clones to the high sec system where gate had opened and all I needed to do was buy a fast ship and jump right back in. A shuttle purchased and in I went – hoping that the bubble was down – or at least unattended. As I materialised in the WH I discovered that they had a cloaked member on both sides and the bubble quickly reappeared. They had me again – trapping me and leading to a second missile and arty kill.

It was apparent that this was soon to be a total loss so we entered negotiations with them and discovered that they were very willing to share the WH – and peaceably co-exist. Diplomacy led to rules on anomaly ownership, mineral rights and Sleeper eradication patrols. We lived this way for several weeks – without incident and to our mutual benefit.

Then late one night a sounded alarm rallied all hands – a new group , intent on destruction had entered the WH and begun an assault on our neighbors’ POS. They brought a battleship fleet firing a steady stream of Torpedoes and Cruise missiles, artillery rounds and bright blinding flashlights.

The POS fell past halfway and then continued to die as it was not reinforced. We watched it explode and then the structures popped and the looting began. Something told me we were next. All too right and all too soon our outnumbered force was dispatched and our POS was crushed – at the point of reinforcement a diplomatic dispatch was issued that allowed us 2 hours to evacuate any ships and resources without drawing fire – so we began a rapid evacuation of all that we could haul and true to their word – they did not fire on us – we got out and they got in.

An unexpected end to this chapter in our lives but one that ultimately satisfying from a financial perspective – we gained billions in ISK, gained new skills, tasted rare and exotic ores and learned about teamwork and diplomacy. Other adventures await us and we are ready to grab them! The new is always wonderful and the wonder is something we seek.

F1ghter Clone & Automerias Priore
Ornery Cantankerous Curmudgeons [PISSD]
Arera

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Friday, August 20th, 2010

 It’s Thursday. It’s late. And after a bitch of a day at the terminal I am finally free to move about the universe. Now I have spent weeks and countless millions perfecting what I thought had been a competent dualbox setup to run my level 5 missions. And for the most part they were….until last night. Now see theres this fucking thing referred to as lag. Which I have learned is usually followed by insane amounts of cursing and/or crying. Now I know that lag isnt new and despite all efforts from our gods also isn’t going away anytime soon. But after several upgrades on my part I thought it was a thing of the past for me. Wrong. You know the only thing worse than catching lag is catching lag while primaried. There I was in Fate of Angels whiling away my time when I get the faint question from my wingman. “Are you warped?,Can you get out” Now im thinking i’m ok here and I say as much.  Well a moment passes and the question is posed again. This time with a greater sense of urgency. Now I realize theres a problem. Controls arent responding image isnt changing, shit has become mobile and seems to be searching for a fan.

Its these moments that you feel time “Slow Down” so to speak. Nothing takes as long as death. There I am one moment tanking a Lvl 5 running a drake/ferox setup. the next moment I hear the unwanted gasp from my wingman as I all to painfully realize they know something I dont. Two ships, tons of mods, and bucket load of shame and emberassment as your fabled “permatank” takes a nosedive due to something as unneccessary as lag. I could go on about it(and in TS I probably will} but alas I have ships to build and shit to buy. SO until the next time kids. Fly safe fight hard.

It’s Quiet… Too Quiet

Friday, August 20th, 2010

So, I haven’t been that active lately but things in our regions WH space dont seem to be stirring that much. Mainly just scouting out the low sec statics and popping out to harass the local pirates of whatever system I happen into.

S.W.A.T

Sunday, August 8th, 2010

So my character got stuck about 30 jumps from home and worked my way to the wormhole’s high sec static. After i hop through and about about to warp to the nearest gate, an Orca appeared by my ship. As I do a Show Info on the pilot, I find he is with a corp that is part of Space Weaponry and Trade(SWAT). I open convo, asking him about SWAT and how it has been doing. It seems they changed leadership and are going through a rough patch at the moment. I noticed my old corp wasn’t part of SWAT anymore I ask a few question about the wormhole and cut convo. It was kinda disappointing to find my old corp gone but goes to show that as vast as EVE may be, it’s a small world out there.

Large Minmatar Pos Fuel Requirements Through PI

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

So, I was crunching numbers for my corp to figure how much in materials we would need to run the POS each day through PI and i came up with these numbers:

Uranium: 100 made/ 96 used
120,000 Heavy metals
-768 Toxic metals
120,000 Noble metals
-768 Precious metals

Oxygen: 600 made/ 600 used
90,000 Noble gas

Mech Parts: 120 made/ 120 used
144,000 Base metals
-960 Reactive metals
144,000 Noble metals
-960 Precious metals

Coolant: 195 made/ 192 used
234,000 Aqueous liquids
-1560 Water
234,000 Ionic Solutions
-1560 Electrolytes

Robotics: 24 made/ 24 used
480,000 Base metals
480,000 Noble metals
-3200 Reactive metals
-3200 Precious metals
-80 Mechanical parts
480,000 Non-cs crystals
480,000 Heavy metals
-3200 Chiral structures
-3200 Toxic metals
-80 Consumer electronics
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Total materials per day

90k Noble gas
234k Aqueous liquids
234k Ionic solutions
600k Heavy metals
744k Noble metals
624k Base metals
480k Non-CS crystals

If any of my numbers are wrong please eve mail me and ill correct them.

Rifter Viable for Sleeper Sites

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

(Actually occured 2 days ago)
So the corp scouts went out and found a C2 with quite the number of combat sites. They began to form the usual fleet we use when I had either an epiphany or a stroke. I somehow made the decision that while everyone was using Hurricanes and Drakes I would go into the combat sites with a Rifter. Yes thats right, a mother f’in Rifter. The rest of my corp mates were curious how my passive shield AB Rifter would hold up in a site where the AI primaries you and you see a decent of volleys stream in from 70+km out. Common sense would say a frig would die too easily hence everyone using Battlecruisers… but low and behold everyone including my self is amazed as my little Rifter tanks the entire first spawn of 6Frigs 4Cruisers and 1BS. My joy continues as I make it through the rest of the combat site without the tank ever breaking. Next step, replace the scram with a web,(yeah all I did was fly my pvp fit rifter in xD) and something to replace the high-slot seeing as nuets are useless on sleepers.

I’m willing to bet it was a stroke.

Hello worlf…. I mean worls… ok im getting sick of qwerty now

Saturday, August 7th, 2010

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