Gently brushing fame

Well, its been one of those weeks where you wake up on Sunday and can’t remember a thing that happened since the last time you sat down and wrote and not for good (alcohol, drugs) reasons but because the week was filled with a thousand little things, each absorbing, none really noteworthy.

I did have a brush with fame though, a very light touch to be fair.  I was contacted by famed The Mittani.com Space Pravda Imperium News author Vulxanis Viceroy.   Vulxanis wanted to schedule an interview with me due to my last blog post in which I had made some critical comments about the state of wormholes and the usefulness of Alphas. So, Vulx and I agreed to a few times and I was sweatily anticipating my 15minutes of fame.  I double checked my post in expectations of the hundreds of thousands of hits that this would surely evoke.  Did I insult Noobman?  Will HK evict me?

For the record, not only is Noobman outstandingly handsome and very good looking, he also single handedly achieved a massive victory to improve Wormhole space, a victory so grand that he created a veritable legacy as the Savior of Wormholespace : Forever.  I bow to thee, Mr Noobman.  There is no better, Bob’s blessings upon thee.  

Saving WH space

Where was I?  Oh yes.  Imperium Interview with Vulxanis.  Like all star reporters before him, Vulxanis was in extremely high demand but finally we scheduled an hour.  Just before, he had to cancel, apparently Brave Horde was moving from one place to another and as the resident Brave Horde writer he had to park his interview with an obscure Wormholer spewing his bitter vet bile and side-step to a topic of far greater import.  After this intellectual exertion, he was of course in no shape to have an interview with me but graciously came onto my TeamSpeak to just chat.  He We talked for nearly an hour and I learned much about what it means to be a Staff Writer for the Imperium (good ISK, great comradeship, access to excellent editors), learned about Amarr Lore (I could never get my head straight with all these lore-related half-baked in game events) and much more.  I think I dropped the ball when I confused Horde and Brave not once but twice.  He did not take it well.  See to me, they are entirely interchangeable but apparently they are different. Who knew?   We spoke a little bit more about what ISK means in NS and unfortunately I had to wrap it up.  This was my brush with fame and I thoroughly enjoyed that it stayed a brush.  Not really in the mood for a face slap with it.

So, lets start with some EVE stuff and no, I won’t mention The Judge and his CO2 antics.  Others have done it, its EVE narrative at its best and the guy will fade soon out of the game realizing that after a stunt like this nobody will ever trust him.  And trust, not ISK is the main currency in EVE.

Yes, about EVE.  So we are slowly settling our new C2 WH, are recruiting and even poached famous blogger and connoisseur of Wormhole Space Turamarth Elrandir into our ranks.  Tur is a much appreciated addition to our US team and brings a ton of experience and zeal.  Welcome Tur!

Life in the C2 is a lot different than in our C4.  The main different for me is that logistics to get stuff in and out is so much simpler.  Mostly because the routes are so easy to roll and find but also because rarely anyone is present in the holes we enter.  You really have to try quite hard to see anyone in our chains or even in the our LS neighborhoods unless we drop into an active FW system of course.

Which we did the other day.   Since CCP K-space players have forgotten that Wormholes exist, they tend to be at first surprised and then inquisitive.  Case in point, FW pilot “gleeman1 single” jumped into our hole with an Imicus, spent an inordinate time scanning and without any intel whatsoever started hacking.  Upon which he got exploded by yours truly.  I missed his pod and he warped off, back to the safety of LS.  I went after him hoping he does something stupid and sure enough, he returned with a new Heron and came right back in.  We missed him on our hole but there are not that many places to go and Orea found him in one of our data sites.  Although our guest miscalculated, he warped into one of the datasites that has BIG RED FAT SLEEPERS all over the place and our temporary friend found himself sitting next to his wreck, likely wondering what just happened.  When Orea graciously helped him back into K-space, he must have sworn off WH space forever.

Total ignorance of how wormholes work is getting commonplace, in my absence my corpmate Falou separated pod from Heron in a pretty standard maneuver only to gasp at the killmail.  Yes friends, a T1 scout ship hacks happily in Wormhole Space with nearly 400 mil in the cargo hold.  One scratches one’s head. Oh tempora o mores.

As a note to my last remaining two readers, Falou was affected by Terrestrial Weather the other day and operates in his temporary shelter from an ancient laptop. Voice communication wasn’t possible when I logged in and found a miner in next door C2, suckling happily on Arconor.  Without any intel about this hole, I warp to the anom with my Proteus only to see the sleepers wake up and chase said miner from the belt.  After a few minutes, our miner friend comes back, all armed to the teeth with Hobgoblins and starts mining while fighting the sleepers off,  Nullsec-style.  As he is distracted, I fleet Falou whose laptop billows greasy smoke and he drops his Sabre onto me and our miner friend.  I was more concerned about losing Falou’s Sabre to the sleepers and after tackling the Procurer started shooting the Red Triangles.  The Procurer’s drones were kind enough to help me and in harmony, just like good friends, we take the sleepers down.  Then we send our friend home with my customary “did you know what happened mail”.  Durtils

Our (now HS) friend does reply by putting a bounty on me.  I am now a 6 million ISK worth evil person.  I need to find a priest and confess my sins.

Where was I?  Oh yes, Falou and I are hanging out in our neighbor C2.  Did I mention that since our attack on the miner, I saw an Astero with Core Probes 1 on D-scan?  Asteros can be very bad news indeed (as my last Proteus could attest to) but Core Probes 1 let me think of a rather new player.  The Astero is right in line with the only Astrahus in the system and I go take a look.  Turns out our Astero friend is hanging out peacefully outside the docking ring of his ‘hus, scanning happily, likely humming a wee song.  What could possibly happen.

Did I mention that he was outside of his docking ring?  And that there was nobody else inside the ‘hus?  Well, “Falou, decloak your trust Sabre and warp on top of me since I am about 8km away from our Astero friend”.  Falou lands, blows bubbles and our Astero launches drones and starts shooting me.  They tickle.  I tickle back.  Falou enjoys himself, his laptop has melted into the table and we send our Astero pilot to empire space.  As usual, I send a “are you alright?” email to our victim, in this case making sure that he has a route back in.  Wormhole space is empty enough, I really don’t want to make someone lose his hole by accident.  And in contrast to our miner friend early, Astero Pilot replies cheerfully, laughs about it, already replaced etc.  GF!

Phew long post. Space famous, bountied and a known, evil killer of harmless ships.  Who said EVE was dying?

 

 

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Hunting Blind

Its been 3 weeks since my last post and by now my hopes of attracting a 3rd reader are likely dashed.  I don’t think I will be space famous any time soon.

Well, to be honest, I haven’t been all that active in EVE for a variety of reasons. none have to do with the game itself.  Its just life, I am somehow experiencing a chain of “little things” that together keep me busy.

In EVE, I am shuttling between our home C4 with our “real” crew and our new C2 which we will use as a hunting blind when things are slow in C4 land.  One of the issues we encountered in our C4 is that we either find nobody, we find a single exploration frigate (though these kills cost me since I tend to send more money to the victim than they lost) or we are “found” by a 20 +  man gang who could wipe the floor with us when they sneeze.  Not ideal currently and while we all hope that people resettle wormhole space in the fall, my concern is that the emphasis on nullsec has damaged our life style.  Nullsec promises unlimited ISK making potential, scheduled fights with known neighbors and of course with no risk at all to the line pilot due to generous reimbursement programs.  All for no work whatsoever. Continue reading

Summer project: Settle a C2

As the majority of my two handsome and intelligent readers may remember, I have been bumming around EVE for many years but my true love is Wormhole space.  It all started in 2009 when I was a nawt but a podpole flying in one of those high-sec corporations that people read about. You know, the ones that get wardeced constantly, awoxed and are the buttjoke of EVE.  Yep.  That was me.  Anyway.  My friend Oreamnos and I decided we had it and applied together to Z3r0 Return Mining of Jadecougar’s fame (lost in EVE, used to be one of the better podcasts).  At that time we owned “Fred”, a lovely C2 hole with a low sec and a C2 static.  I.e. easy to get in, easy to find people and not so easy (albeit not impossible at all) to get evicted from.  Many adventures happened in and around Fred and my old tales all start here.  But as Z3r0 grew up, we moved into “Shirley” (C4 with a static C4.  Puke) and then into our current home “Tim”, also a C4.  “Fred” stayed in the alliance for a while, first as an academy for new pilots and then later as a general hole.  But all good things must come to an end, Fred was abandoned when our last permanent residents fizzled out. As it is in Wormhole life, the connections closed and Fred floated away like a soap bubble into the sunset during a hurricane in the desert on Mars, never to be seen again.

Until last week…. Here follows the account of the great Settlement of Fred. Continue reading

PvE Musings

May my remaining two readers forgive the break in communication, I actually took a few days off to travel, take photos and ponder.  Its been an interesting summer so far, full of real-life changes and adjustments and it looks like to shape up as a year that I won’t forget soon.

In EVE, when I go exploring, most of my time is spent on scanning empty space.  Its now a little routine but I do query why I bother, other than the occasional T1 exploration frigate I virtually never see anyone I can tackle.  By evolution, the remaining wormholers in EVE have become smarter (shedding the dumb ones into nullsec, I presume) and ratters either crush their connection for safety or rat in doctrines that my 2-character team can not attack.  And thus grow my plans to do something different in EVE.  Maybe PvE?  I know curiously little about PvE in WH space. Continue reading

EVE is unforgiving – and that’s why I love it

What follows is a cautionary tale that I want to impart to my remaining two readers.  It is a tale that starts with hubris, goes through stages of boredom, distraction and inattention and ends with a dead ship.  My dead ship.

But lets start at the beginning, a typical night in our small wormhole corporation had started with copious amount of scanning, Teamspeak banter and much hilarity.  The map is broad and wide and as usual has nobody in it.  Well, except for a group that is sitting in their force field (yes, POS-es are still a thing in WH space).  Its a nice C2 with a high sec static and we try to coerce our hosts into doing something, anything by baiting with a harmless Imicus hacking their sites.  No dice, the locals are not moving and our Imicus pilot is pulling 80mil ISK out of the site.  Opp success?  Anyway, we are not going anywhere with this baiting tactic and more exotic measures to provoke a reaction are being considered, including rolling holes, shooting the POCO or the POS, running their sites etc.  The majority of our corp is based in the UK and I have to tap out for a bit for real life things. Continue reading

All quiet on the wormhole front

Its been quiet on these pages and I have to assume that both my remaining readers have defected to more content-rich pastures.  Of which there are many and with great variety.  Imperium.news which focuses on the great events in nullsec, Crossing Zebras doing excellent analysis of nullsec politics and of course the venerable EVE News 24 formerly a cesspool for pandemic legion and now a honorable news outlet for the whole of nullsec.   Lastly, the subreddit /r/eve is the de facto community hub of EVE online where all topics can and will be debated as long as they pertain to nullsec.   Continue reading

Bait is useless if not taken

Its been a while since I wrote on these hallowed pages, may both my remaining readers forgive me for spending more time at work, outdoors (spring?) and in Fallout 4 (survival).  By the way, Survival is the only way Fallout 4 should be played.  Its unforgiving, awesome and truly scary. The fact that death has real consequences makes stalking through open fields and dungeons so much more rewarding.  Yes, Fallout 4 gives me the shakes.

But back to EVE.  Our little corporation Z3R0 Return Mining (and yes we are recruiting, contact Epigene in game) lives in a C4 wormhole with access to C3 and C5 neighbors plus of course frequent incoming connections to pretty much everywhere.  A few days ago, I find myself logging in and scanning down an incoming connection from another C4 hole, mentally add scouting it to my to-do-list and proceed with a little bit of PI and a whole load of AFK-ness while the evening matures.

My corpmate Storm logs in for a little and we chat on comms while casually shutting down our respective RL households for the night when suddenly a Vexor Navy Issue appears from the incoming C4 and beelines to one of our gas sites.  A VNI is a fine boat (I have several) but this specific site spawns several sleeper frigates and cruisers, some web, some neut, all shoot.  Its a site type I know well and I tend to drop a Dominix into it rather than a Vexor but I am all ears how our guest wants to run it with a cruiser.  Turns out, he doesn’t do it well.  His drones get shot down, he is too slow and has to warp off.  Back to his hole, only to return with a Gila.  Oh, really.

Now to be fair, neither Storm nor I have really paid attention.  For all we know, there could be dozens of cloaked ships in our system cleaning their launchers.  A Gila can be brick-tanked, they hit like a dump-truck and his cavalry is at worst one jump over.  This is exactly how bait smells like.

We take it, of course.  My Proteus does his bull terrier thing, drops to zero km on the Gila and grabs him by the nuts.  I launch a couple of Hammerheads and start with the blasters while at the same time my other character in his Stratios lands and releases his complement of drones.  I have neuts on this boat but Gilas tend to be passive tanked and I am not too concerned about keeping it up.  Being in our own home system has a distinct advantage, Storm reshipped into a Deimos, undocks from our citadel and warps toward, then lands on top of us and makes the Gila go dead really fast.  Throughout this time, Storm had a character in a Falcon cloaked up on their hole but no hostile cavalry ever arrived.  The pod escapes our fangs and warps off.  I chase after it and a little bit recklessly jump into their system.  My logic is that if a trap had been set, it would have sprung when we dropped on the Gila.  It wasn’t and hence isn’t.  My jumping into their system is pretty safe and I make the usual complements of safe spots and tactical bookmarks around their citadels.

To be honest, they have a pretty decent size crew here, 4 citadels with a total of 6 characters docked up, likely one or two more cloaked somewhere (we saw a bomber earlier).  Not a brawl we can take head-on in a fair fleet fight (Storm and I can field 2 characters each and neither of us is elite PvP-er).  But if they were stupid once, they might be stupid again?

The waiting starts.  The locals undock a bunch of ships, even a hauler, an Epithal (!) but they only to move between citadels.  Its a surprising amount of activity for a corporation that has overtly hostile neighbors.  Interesting.

Finally, I have enough and scan down their C2 static connection, the only other signature in this place.  My presence here is not a secret, might as well see where the connections are.  Suddenly a Rattlesnake undocks from the citadel and warps to my newly identified C2.  Now that is bait if we ever saw it.  The Rattle jumps into the C2, my Proteus after it (impossible that they don’t know that I am here by now) and I am bringing my Stratios into the C4.  Storm is around with his Falcon but to be honest, we shouldn’t jump a Rattlesnake with an entire system full of hostiles between our home and the target.  That would be dumb, foolish and suicidal.

So, thats exactly what we do.

The tactics is the same as for the Gila, I drop my Proteus onto the Rattlesnake and grab him while bringing in my Stratios and guide in Storm’s DPS boat.  The idea is to overheat everything and burn the Rattle to the ground as fast as can be done before his friends arrive.

The view from my Stratios

 

The Rattlesnake targets my Stratios and he hurts me badly.  I have neuts on him primarily to shut down his tank and his launchers but I can’t do anything against his drones.  As a battleship, he is stationary and I turn off the webs to conserve cap. The fight keeps going, Storm lands on grid and adds considerable DPS.

Then, nearly as expected, 4 cruiser-size ships land on top of us and D-scan shows a bomber somewhere.  Our opposition even brings a an Exequror logistics boat.  I only have two scout-class ships both in 1/2 armor, Storm has his ship and a Falcon nearby.  We can’t win this and we bail – very luckily, neither Storm nor my characters are tackled.  I credit my neuts, that bait Rattlesnake should have had tackle and I probably had sucked him dry.  Lucky, I guess.  The hostiles spam local with oh-so scary taunts.

Disengaged, we decide that its a terrible idea to jump back through their system into ours.  We have no idea whats on the other side and if it was me in their shoes, there would be bubbles.  So, while Storm moonwalks around the system, I scan down the high sec and we both camp out in safety.

Lessons learned?  Sometimes obvious bait isn’t and sometimes it is. But you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take