On Assignment

I think I mentioned before that I parked my main character in the C4 of our sister corporation Z3R0 Return Mining. They had lousy routes and I had parked myself for a few days in some Amarr high sec station, watching the world pass by. High sec still makes gives me the weird feeling that I get when I return from a lengthy backpacking trip back to the trailhead. The first sight of a car, the smell of asphalt in the sun is as alien and new to me as the experience of a warp gate and watching incredibly expensive or very vulnerable ships mill around docking stations. D-scan shows me miners in belts and I catch myself asking if they are a trap or if I could risk it. But no, its not a trap, they are in High Sec and reasonably safe.
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Clubbing a Baby Seal

So, I blew up a hauler yesterday.  I had been looking for a quiet route to highsec and found a C2 with an Itty V and a Mammoth intermittently appearing on Dscan.  I fired core probes and found their High sec static and in the process gave my presence away.   But the 2 haulers kept jumping in and out of the static WH right in front of my nose. I hold still, we don’t want to tick off the neighbors since we need the route ourselves.

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Love thy Nemesis

I have a bromance with my Nemesis Stealthbomber, always loved the fat little arms, the rounded belly and the menacing single orifice on the front with its unblinking beacon illuminating my hapless victims.  From the side, it may have looked flimsy but when it barrels at you, all you see is some monster with outstretched arms spewing ordinance.  There is something sensual and menacing, like a gorgeous woman with a chainsaw.

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