Intermission

Funny how this year shapes itself as a repeat of last year.  First 2 months were pretty quiet and then in March all hell breaks loose in my real life.  In 2014, I nearly threw the towel on EVE and almost to the day a year later, I am at the exact same point.  Worn out, with too many flights and conferences under my belt, I am just too wiped for spaceships.

There is a difference though, last year, my RL crunch coincided with me having lost faith into CCP, I didn’t think I’d come back.  This year its different, I am actually curious what the future holds and how the game will change.  So, you can’t have my stuff yet.

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back from the wilderness

My RL is still controlling my game time and while a forced break from EVE is cathartic, it is also frustrating.  Wormhole corporations rely on teamwork and I can not contribute in a meaningful way.  Fuel needs to be brought in, routes need to be scanned down and of course, sleepers need to be shot.   I know all this, see my buddies on jabber forming up and I can’t come.  Its annoying.

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Sochicon – Part 3

Well.  Where were we?  Oh yes.  Tail between legs, ran away, even lost a ship or two in our futile attempt to crack a tasty POS in a C2.  We are soundly beaten and the local must have a big grin on his face.

But while we have a newly found respect for a Death Star POS (especially if it is fitted with all Faction mods), we are not giving up. The strategy of using Vexors Navy Issue (VNI for short) and their sentry drones is in principle sound.  The issue was holding the cap chain in the face of tons of DPS and frequent jams.  This should be addressable.

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Sochicon – Part 2

Ok, where did I leave the enthralled reader gasping for more?  Oh yes, my 2 man army camping a C2 with a POS so full of valuable ships that they look like a dense school of fish.  And we like fish.

If it was just me, I’d camp this frigging hole until I see the locals do “something”, anything, really.  I’d be happy to drop an Epithal, Noctis or whatever.  The flagrant display of wealth and the fact that the only 2 pilots seem to be online 23/7 is tantalizing.  They are watching me, but they can not.  They do not know I am here.

But it isn’t up to me anymore, my Alliance has perked up its unwashed ears.  A POS full of ships, a XL SMA in addition and a PvE carebear corp makes their mouths water.  Yes, yes, its a nullsec alliance with lots of kills, who cares.  Nullsec dudes don’t scare us. They need 100 friends on a gate and someone to tell them when to press “F1” – everything else scares them.  My alliance mates decide to put a second scout into my new hole, now officially names “Sochi” after the upcoming Winter Olympics.  With some maneuvering, I get one of my C5 crew mates into the hole, he looks around and confirms what I had reported – a POS flush with ships and sporting a “death star” configuration.  I mean, guns.  Lots of guns.  Its all “Darkblood”, towers and everything.  Someone spent a lot of money on this place, someone carefully runs this C2 and avoids all conflict, all engagement, all confrontation.

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