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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