A friendly message from our friends over at MMMpublishing:
It's been a long time coming but it's finally here! The ultimate guide to EVE Online and it's all yours, for FREE. Whether your a new or old player, there is something useful for everyone.
So for your free download, yes free, please visit www.isktheguide.com
from 1st February.
Well, ladies and gentlemen - I'm back. It's probable nobody noticed I was gone. However, now my brief hiatus from EVE is over, I can get back to telling you all the heart-pounding stories of me shooting stuff and one of the parties involved exploding!
Recently, I have done something I told myself I would never do - I trained Gallente. I am now wondering why I never did before. My ship of choice, the Myrmidon, is an engine of destruction the likes of which I have never been priveleged to fly before. My T2 drones probably help on that front.
Today, I was cruising around in my lowsec of choice, when I noticed that one system only had one contact in local. I thought it was unlikely that he'd be out in belts, but in my infinite optimism, I tried directional scan anyway. Lucky me - I managed to pick up a Drake. As I have said before, I am aware of the Drake's wonderfully powerful tank - but the way I had my myrmidon fitted, I was pretty confident I could break it. Warping to the belt he was at, I landed 40km away from him - he was busy looting a battleship spawn he'd just finished killing.
Hitting my MicroWarpDrive, I began burning towards him, fully expecting him to turn away and start running for the space-hills. To my pleasure, he instead burned towards me, locked me, and proceeded to hurl missiles at me. A willing victim is always more fun! At this point, I was still 30km away, and my shields were already down - but seeing as I was in a Gallente ship, this simply meant that combat was happening. His missiles were markedly less effective on my armour - two more shots before I closed into weapons range and I hadn't had to cycle one of my repairers.
Throwing my Warp Disruptor and webifier onto him to prevent an expeditious retreat, I began pounding away with my blasters. I then noticed him launching a flight of tech 1 drones, so my tech 2 lights were sent to...deal with them. Violently.
As soon as his drones were down, my light drones were called back for a well deserved break, and it was the turn of the medium drones to work their magic! With my drones thrown upon him too, the Drake's tank was dropping...worryingly quickly. I opened a conversation with the pilot, and told him my ransom demand - 15 million for the safe release of his ship. The pilot responded with a plea to stop firing on him, but I wasn't going to comply until I could safely finish him with a single volley if his friends showed up. Local was still clear, but you can't be too careful.
As the Drake entered structure, something rather...strange...happened. A capsule appeared by the Drake. The pilot had...ejected? Well, that certainly is new. Ceasing fire upon the Drake, I advised the pilot to run in our conversation, whilst locking up the pod. No such action was undertaken by my adversary, and as such, he woke up in a clone vat.
Warping back to a station (And throwing a bookmark down at my previous location), I once again checked local - clear of anyone but me. As such, I hopped into my own pod, warped back to the Drake, and claimed it as my own. I then saw why he dropped so fast - it was fully T1 fitted. Not too badly, but still T1 fitted.
I then checked the age of the pilot I had just podded...ah...three months. That explains a LOT. Urgh. Feeling slightly guilty, I warped back to highsec in my new shiny Drake, stored it in a station, and grabbed my Myrmidon again. There was more fun to be had on this day!
I'll knock the dents out of the Drake later. Hopefully, the pilot learned something. Hopefully. I guess I should feel bad about doing that to a new player, but hey - he made the decision to go to lowsec!
I'm still confused as to why he ejected, but I can't say it ended badly for me! And in the end, isn't that what EVE is all about? Yes. Yes it is. =)
So there I was sitting in the abysmal, black void of space. Nothing on sensors minus the jump gate that would hopefully ferry unsuspecting into the talons of my newly acquired Caldari class Battlecruiser, the mighty Drake. I had decided a few days prior that I would get away from the grueling defense fleets of HED-GP, which had been under siege by Brick Squad for nearly a month while AAA was busy taking part in Molle’s MAX-2 campaign. My longtime wingman MacEzero had decided to sit out for a bit and throw down some quafes, which left me to my self one sociopathic killer floating the void of space looking for those pretty blue explosions. Thus landing me in Todifraun a nice mostly quiet 0.1 sec space with a few small roaming gangs but mostly non escorted haulers and your occasional lone wolf sort of pirate.
Sitting of the gate, downing a few of my favorite vodka and quafe mixture my ship alarms started reporting gate fire so here it was time for a fight. Flipping on the sensor booster while running up the targeting computer, unlocking the safties on my launchers, and spooling up the microwarp drive my target began to uncloak and align to get away. Target computer has him and bam warp jammed 15k or so off gate. Letting fly my first volley of anti-ship heavy missiles which impacted shortly there after and mistakenly 1 volleyed my target (no chance of a ransom now). I aligned to station so I could dock up and wait out my now existing criminal timer.
There I was sitting in station minding my own business when in walks in the lowly hauler pilot I had just made a bit more impoverished through the destruction of her Bestower. After a brief argument she leaves in disgrace, returning to my seat at the bar I overhear talk that a local solo pirate named Nichonostra, who had been racking up a bit of a tally in these parts of late. Sounded like a challenge to me especially when he popped into local flying a dramiel which only took a volley of scourge precision to put into structure but immediately jumped into the neighboring system. Not wanting to follow just to possibly hit an ambush as I had no contacts for roughly 30-40 jumps near me I warped to the sun content to wait and see what else I could catch. Not 10 minutes latter Nichonostra hits local again so I immediately warp to the gate at 20km since I picked up a Matari class Hurricane on scan as they are normally nano fit and I wanted him to fly off gate. A brief fight ensued him pounding me with a mix of 425MM AC fire, heavy missiles, and warrior II drones. While I was sounded off my own rack of heavy missile launchers and light drones. My MWD set to overheat, launchers firing at max, and my warp scrambler set to go I flew straight at him closing the distance in the blink of an eye. Still pounding away, with his microwarp now shut off, and me with a significant speed advantage. He was dead in the water and falling fast. Pop, there he goes nearly a 50mil kill added to the killboard and a new story to tell at the bar. Speaking of which I need a drink so ill catch you all next time I have something interesting to tell.
Well that’s all folks, I will have the killmails below and hope to see you all again soon.
Corp: Hedion University
Damage Taken: 2306
Name: Vimple (laid the final blow)
Corp: The Inf1dels
Alliance: En Garde
Weapon: Scourge Fury Heavy Missile
Damage Done: 2306
Expanded Cargohold I (Cargo)
Expanded Cargohold I
Corp: The Bastards
Damage Taken: 27532
Name: Vimple (laid the final blow)
Corp: The Inf1dels
Alliance: En Garde
Weapon: Scourge Fury Heavy Missile
Damage Done: 27532
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 20
Tracking Enhancer II
Barrage M, Qty: 276
'Malkuth' Heavy Assault Missile Launcher I, Qty: 2
Warrior II, Qty: 3 (Drone Bay)
Large Shield Extender II
Republic Fleet EMP M, Qty: 3103 (Cargo)
425mm AutoCannon II, Qty: 4
Medium Core Defence Field Extender I, Qty: 3
Barrage M, Qty: 452 (Cargo)
Warp Disruptor II
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 20
Tracking Enhancer II
Caldari Navy Hellfire Assault Missile, Qty: 816 (Cargo)
10MN MicroWarpdrive I
Barrage M, Qty: 276
Warrior II, Qty: 2 (Drone Bay)
Large Shield Extender II
Overdrive Injector System II
425mm AutoCannon II, Qty: 2
Nanofiber Internal Structure II
About a week ago, I was in Amarr in a new alt, cruising the belts in a Punisher looking for some action. I came across a Belliscose jet can mining. He didn't have a Mining laser fit, and was just using a rack of mining drones - obviously spoiling for a fight.
However he did have 5k volume of ore in his can. I reshipped to a Stabbed Hauler, and swooped in to relieve him of his Ore - just in time to see him polishing off some rifter. I grab the Ore and head to the station.
I have a sum total of 800k SP on this toon - but hey, if he wants a fight I'll give him one.
I re-ship to a dual 1600mm plate maller. Enough of a tank to give most things a run.
I return to the belt, and he opens up on me right away, switching out mining drones for warriors. I start by webbing and killing a few of his drones, before I start to chew through his bellicose's shields.
Its not looking good for him, when suddenly, what should appear but a Myrmidon. That would be the same one that I saw on short range scan.
I web and kill one of his hammerhead II's, the bellicose is not looking healthy. And then the Myrm fires up it's ECM. I am permajammed. How very very ghey.
I have to sit there as they chip away at my tank, and eventually Boom goes the Maller.
I was sort of pissed off. I mean if you want a fight, its all very well. But bringing ECM to kill a brand new toon is rather lame. I sent them both an email exclaiming the same. And both replied back - you stole the ore, you get punished, quit whining. I resolved to get revenge.
Last night I was in the same toon, and warped to the bookmark I had made of their can from the previous week. Just so I could get close to a belt, and set a hauler mining for the evening while I went AFK. When I see the same guys, in EXACTLY the same position. What luck.... I had prepared for this eventuality already.
You see I have been reading about the dirty tricks those "Suddenly Ninja's" guys like to pull. I had Sanguine in an Orca, with a dual ECCM'd Armour tanked Hurricane in the Maintenance Bay- nothing was going to jam this baby, a sensor strength of 90 overloaded.
I switched out to Saint Juliana, who has the skills to fly a Hurricane really rather well. Jumped in a Shield Tanked Bellicose, and warped to the belt.
I grabbed the ore, and sure enough their bellicose aggro'd right away. I started pew-pewing down the Bellicose, and the Myrmidon arrived immediately. I was waiting until he aggro'd before I warped Sanguine in, as it was the Myrmidon I was after. As soon as his warp disrupter kicked in, the Orca lumbered into warp.
The enemy Bellicose went into armour before Saint's, however the Myrmidon was hitting pretty hard. I had sicked my Warrior's after his Ogre's and I think I got one of them, and gave the other a thrashing before he recalled it. My saviour, Sanguine arrived on the scene just as I hit my meager armour buffer (Slow ass Orca).
Open ship maintenance array - board Hurricane.... No Dice. Apparently you can't do that when you have Ore in your hold. Crap!! Jettison ore.. In structure now. And Switch. The comfy cozy confines of the Hurricane class battlecruiser.
The Bellicose is gone, he must have been spamming warp as he was also about to hit structure, and once the point dropped he made good his escape. However the flashy Myrmidon is there, and he is about to experience some come-uppance.
I fire up my 220mm Vulcan Cannon's, and sick my Drones after his hammerhead II's. He has a decent active armour tank, but it doesn't keep up for long with duel medium neuts fixed on him. Once only a wisp of his armour remains, he Deploys 5 Vespa ECM drones, the last desperate act. I merely overload my dual ECCM's in response. There will be no escape but sweet sweet death
The old "surprise Orca" is practically infallible. As long as you are not forced to leave the safety of the docking radius of your friendly Orca. If things go south, simply switch into a frigate and GTFO. The moral of the story I guess is don't shoot people in High Sec, cause you never know what might come your way. Also ECM in small fights is lame and people will hold a grudge.
Our friends over at EON has been working hard with CCP over the weekend and are pleased to announce that all back issues of EON are less than half price each. Use code EONT50 at checkout.
Head on over to EVE Online - EON
or click the banner on the left.
Almost 1 month later...
Space-time warped around the bow of Khis’s ship as the microwarp drive opened the fourth dimension, allowing a speed unattainable by conventional propulsion. Unfortunately, however, it just wasn’t enough. The nightmare’s incredible lasers chased his ship wherever it maneuvered, each hit striking with impossible accuracy and burning away more and more armor. “Get out of here!” Schaa screamed at him. “We can’t sustain any more, were bugging out!” Khis’s heart sank when he looked through the cockpit window. His fleet entering warp, one by one, until he was the only one left with Eilyin. Suddenly, the webifiers were turned on him. The he was thrown out of the pilot’s chair as his ship slowed to a crawl. “NO!” The full firepower of the nightmare was turned on his ship now. The lasers burned so bright, he had to cover his eyes. He heard the distinctive hiss of boiling tritanium. Nothing left to do, no hope, and no help. Khis took off his headset and sat on the ground, waiting for a laser to find the warp drive and break the seal.
Continue reading "Warheads, pt. 2"
All her work had paid off. Every informant, every bribe, every threat, every effort she had made to track him down created a network of arrows that pointed here, this high-class nightclub, tucked inside a station in a low-sec trading hub. Khis’s favorite club. Eternity, this place is called. Very symbolic. Very Ironic.
Continue reading "Warheads"
Her blood was lava, her head was a hurricane, her soul was broken. A hundred methods of killing Eilyin bounced through her imagination. All I need to do is take out these guards. Come on, it’s easy. Just kill them. Break their necks
, her instinct seemed to tell her. No, they have guns. Let them live
, her logic replied. I don’t care, try it anyway
, her emotions chimed in. They either read her mind or knew her reputation, for they kept their guns pointed during the entire walk and made every move with a careful hesitation. I recognize the one in front… The one with the scars across his cheek… he doesn’t look happy to be escorting me. I see the sweat dripping down his neck.
The walk took a toll on her legs, which had lost a large amount of muscle during her sleep. But she didn’t dare complain. She couldn’t appear weak. Besides, at least she could feel. Pain was a luxury, a pleasure of life that she had been denied for too long. A door opened when they approached; the door to the hangars, and Schaa was shocked to see her old ship, looking just like when she had left it. “But...”
“Eilyin knows your tools of war. Don’t expect another one when you lose it.” The guard with the scarred face gave her a shove, and she made the rest of the walk herself. She had no illusions about the reason for this sudden ‘generosity’. A brand new ship... But what’s with this awful fit they gave me? At least they have the decency to replace my faction guns... Could I use them inside the hangar? No, no doubt they have 1600’s trained on me right now. I think I’ve had enough of this place.
She coaxed the ship out of the hangar as fast as she could manage.
Continue reading "Can only be one"
Invincible. Friggin untouchable. Scanned a hundred times since I started, and they haven’t even picked up a scent. I can almost feel their frustration; scanning every single ship that passes through the gate. Yet the amount of drugs in the system is at a record high. By now, I bet they’re trying to hunt down a hidden stargate! From the safety of the Fenrir cockpit, Khis couldn’t help but laugh to himself. Dozens and dozens of trips, literally passing right under CONCORD ships, with an entire freighter packed to the walls with concealed drugs. Scans revealed nothing but ammo and ship rigs, yet he was carrying enough Crash to blaze an entire station. He arrived at the hangers, and made sure to dock in the “private” section. The section where officers don’t wander around and the crew is kept on an unusually high salary. The enormous ship hovered in place, nearly touching the walls on all sides. Private hangars were not made to accommodate freighters. “That you, Khis?” His Comm. Unit buzzed.
“My crew is ready to unload- how much should we expect to find?”
“16,080 Kilos. Tell your boys to check the turret barrels, too, they forget to unpack those sometimes.”
“Will do. Should be quite a few hours.”
“Copy.” Khis stood up from his chair and stretched. “I’m headed to the mess hall”, He told the co-captain. A low rumble filled the cockpit as the heavy blast doors slid open.
Meanwhile, halfway across the galaxy...
Fear was always hard for her to experience. It was such an awkward emotion. It made her feel weak. Anger, on the other hand, came much more naturally and frequently. It empowered her. It fueled her in whatever she did. Being a killer would chip away at almost any person, yet anger dulled the pain and allowed her to endure a very long career as a pirate. A career that probably will end soon. So as she sat in her lavish chair, guns pointed at her chest, with one of the coldest humans in the galaxy a mere meter in front of her, she felt no fear and no anxiety. They were drowned out and replaced with an anger that would cause a lesser woman to jump out of her seat and rip out Eilyin’s eyeballs. At first, he said nothing. But after a few moments of silence, he took the cigar out of his mouth and smiled. Very Arrogantly. As if to say, ‘you’re mine’. Guess what, asshole- you have no idea what will come to you. “You know, Schaa, I can’t understand you.” He put out the cigar. “No words? Nothing to say.” Your eyes convey strength. Strength in what? Ruthlessness is your only strength “I always thought you were one of the smarter ones. But lately, you’ve been proving me so wrong.”
“I have nothing to say to you. You know what I did and why I did it.”
“But I don’t. You knew who you were fucking with and you knew the consequences, yet you did it anyway. And for what? To spite me? To appease your brief appetite for justice?” He chuckled. “No, I think you’ve just gotten impulsive and stupid.”
“Maybe I just wanted to prove you’re not as powerful as you think you are...” She glared into his eyes “Or maybe it’s because those mercs were Caldari.” Yes. She thought. That got to him. She knew that some of the mercs had been militia buddies with Eilyin, long ago. He had to pause for a moment, and she thought she almost saw him choke up. “Do you want to play that game? Because I find it funny that you would bring that up, when you’ve done far more than I have for the State. Forgetting about that little favor you did me, all those years ago?”
Now she choked. Damn you, Eilyin. I’ve had brain surgery to erase that memory. Damn you straight to hell. The memories, distant and deliberately forgotten, grew and grew in her mind until it ached. It was years and years ago... She tried to convince herself. I was young and weak and desperate... I had no choice, I had no option... And the realization of what she had done flooded into her conscious. For her sin, there was no forgiveness and no excuse. Schaa, the famous pirate, killer of hundreds, woman who drives fear into her prey, felt for the first time the true weight of pure guilt. And for the first time in her life, she cried.
Years and years ago. I was a young girl. Fresh and bloodthirsty, but completely broke. I had just lost all my money in the militia, and I needed a job. My low security status, coupled with my combat record, didn’t make me very appealing to corperations. Who wants a girl pilot with no skills and no ISK? I needed a job, and Eilyin made me an offer I couldn’t refuse: 30 Million ISK, for just one little job. I didn’t even need a ship. When I walked into his office, this office, for the first time, and he told me the job, I almost turned it down. My soul still wasn’t completely melted away, and I had a hard time accepting what I had to do. ‘It’s simple’, he told me. ‘Kill the Officer’ - Officer Okhenemir- The Gallente war hero who obliterated Caldari and Amarr armies and led the fleet on a crusade, gaining more and more territory every day. Eilyin never told me his intentions for the job, but I knew why he wanted me to do it. I had strong ties with Okhenemir’s administration. He had strong business ties with the State; the Caldari lose the war, and he loses his business. Slavery, Oppression, he didn’t care what the Caldari and Amarr were up to. I had to accept, there was no other option. The last thing I remember was setting up the clone contract and getting a low-wave brain scan, recording memories for the future me. I don’t know how I did it, but when I woke up days later, I read the news. Officer Okhenemir had been killed; blown up in his office along with a dozen others. No suspects. The money was already in my account, and a new ship was waiting in my hangar. I took it to lowsec and never came back.
Eilyin saw her pain and seemed to bask in it. His only response was a light chuckle. “Do you know how long you’ve been in stasis, Schaa?”
She didn’t answer.
“A month. Do you feel your muscles starting to decay? Do you feel your mind melting? I was going to put you in permastasis...”
The hairs on her hands shot up.
“...But I decided you’re more useful to me awake. There is another job I need you to do. After Khis escaped, he got a job as a cargo runner for SDA.”
What?“My intel tells me that Khis is delivering to highsec in record amounts, and Ossin’s sales in highsec have exploded. He’s beginning to squeeze out Vigor. That can’t happen.”
I know exactly what you want me to do, you little shit. No! Not a chance in hell.He knew what she was thinking. “I assume you can figure out the rest. And before you accept, just to escape and hide, consider the alternative.”
The hate inside her raged like a furnace.
“I will catch you, Schaa. Sooner or later, I will catch you. And I’ll put you in stasis until your brain rots.”
Now, fear crawled over her skin like a plague.
The first thing through his head when he walked in the room was “Minmatar
.” Tribal decorations hung from walls, bare-bones metal furniture adorned the rusty floor, and of course a well-stocked drink rack sat in the corner. All it needs to complete this picture is a few solar sails
. Behind the desk was a tall and lanky man. Pronounced features and tattoos on his face, dog tags around his neck, and a suit much too exquisite and lavish for a Minmatar to comfortably wear. The man was unquestionably Ossin. He beckoned Khis to sit down. “Your report was the best thing I read all day.” He began. “Devoted to the good cause, invisible to CONCORD, and capsule-compatible; I’m starting to think you don’t really exist, Khis.”
“But you read about the catch, didn’t you?”
“I can pay half of the debt for you. As much as it kills me to give money directly to Eilyin, I think you’ll be worth it.” He paused and leaned forward. “But I hope you don’t let me down.”
“When do I start?”
“As soon as possible. You need to have field training before you can jump in, and I want you to start the capsuleer mind training.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll cover the cost. In a few months, you’re gonna be a capsuleer, Khis.”
Continue reading "Afterlife"
Changes to come, more activity ahead.
We're migrating our blogsystem over to wordpress like the rest of the world. We cant live in the past and not move ahead due old layout and design - we have to adapt. You might notice bugs or weird changes - we will try to migrate everything, even our forums.
He was not officially a wanted man. But if Eilyin was after you, you were pretty damn wanted. And now he sat in a shifty station bar, just one jump from highsec space. Khis shifted his eyes across the room quickly. Nobody was paying any attention to him, and he wanted to keep it that way. A dirty man with a dirty datapad in a filthy bar was as common as cigarettes, but no extra chances could be taken. He sat still in the corner, desperately trying to draw as little attention as he could to himself as he wrote on the datapad. “The criminal world isn’t so different from any other. Small differences, of course, separate the lawful from the lawless, but with the size of this galaxy and the demand for less-than-legal services, the line draws thin. Who can even tell what is illegal and what is simply frowned upon. The juveniles in the station smoke cigarettes as they stroll past security officers. Gylamine pads are sold from the friggin vendors. Hell, if you wanna KILL someone, just wait until they make a trip to 0.4. Before too long, I bet I can inject tripsticks in a restaurant and piss on the officer’s battleship. ‘Illegal’ has no moral value anymore. I hope you also understand that I did not enter this line of work to make a quick buck. Eilyin is still after my ass, and a conventional job simply isn’t going to pay him back fast enough. I may not be allowed back in high-security, not in this region anyway. I love you, and hope to see you sometimes. (P.S, Don’t tell anyone else about this. I only sent this message to people I trust to keep quiet. Just wanted to keep you in the loop.)
” He glanced up again from his datapad. The bartender at the other end of the room paid no attention and the other patrons were too drunk to notice him. Good
, He thought. Send to?
He thought for a moment. Babyn. And Tuhust. And Gulthorne. Dad, too. They’ll understand. Keep Mom out of it, she wouldn’t take it well. As for Grandma and Grandpa...
Khis rolled his eyes when he thought how they would react. Aaaaaannd, Send!
The Datapad bleeped four times. Four messages sent out. He shut it down and stuffed it in his bag. A stout Gallente man walked into the bar; hair greased forward, reflective glasses and a scowl that all people he hung around wore. If the obvious look didn’t give him away, the tattoo he barely concealed sure did. A Snake entwined around apple. Only a man loyal to Ossin would display a mark like that. The man looked at Khis and walked over and shook his hand. “Hello Khis.” “Hello, Herekk. Good to finally meet you...”
Continue reading "Welcome aboard"
E-ON Issue #021 – Published 1st October (now shipping)
It’s always been there, but EVE’s storyline has never been the most overt aspect of the New Eden universe. All that’s set to change with Incursion, as CCP is looking to bring the back-story firmly to the front. With player events back on the agenda and everyone from the mightiest 0.0 alliance to the lowliest high-sec miner invited to take part, it looks as if your reasons for doing what you do are about to get ever more dramatic.
As we wait patiently for 2011’s extravaganza on the roof of the planet, we take a trip back in time through Fanfests of old to discover how they came to be, why they came to be and who came to... uh, be them. Whatever. The moments that made CCP realize getting a large group of its players together under one darkened roof was all worthwhile, the lessons learnt, and what we can expect from future trips to the sunny shores of, er, Iceland.
Of course we love EVE more than life itself, but that doesn’t mean that life should be neglected in the pursuit of one more can-flip or podkill. We take time out from staring at the monitor to examine ways to step back, smell the flowers and still appreciate our beloved game for all its worth but without becoming totally burnt out in the process. Remember traveller, a healthy capsuleer is a happy capsuleer and vice versa.
THE 50M ISK CHALLENGE
Give a bunch of pilots a (relatively) small lump of cash, tell them to spend it on whatever ship and fittings they think are best and record the results. Following Issue #019’s 200 million ISK ship-building challenge, we thought we’d try it again but with a more modest amount. You’ll be surprised just how far a tiny budget goes in New Eden’s chop-shops these days.
The Mod Delusion – how EVE’s greatest fans are taking New Eden into other game engines
‘Condemned To Repeat’ – an all-new, exclusive Chronicle of espionage and deceit from Danny Schalit
In depth ‘Insider’s Guides’ to Militia Fleets, getting the most from EVE’s communication tools and the first of a multi-part look at Drones
Interviews with EVE TV veteran and CCP Video Producer Stevie Ward and Technical Director and ‘Lag Warrior’ CCP Yokai
Behind the characters of Silentbrick, Niccolado Starwalker and Sakura Nihil
Profiles of Art Of War Alliance and Veneratio Venator Alliance
The latest news from CCP and the latest reports from 0.0 space
Postcards, Funnies, My Two ISK and much more
Oh, and there’s one more thing... E-ON is going digital, but we’re not abandoning the hard-copy magazine – far from it. And as a special incentive, ALL subscribers to the hard-copy edition will receive FREE access to the coming-soon E-ON Digital, which will be able to be viewed online or offline on a PC, Mac, iPad, iPhone, iPod Touch or Android device. The print edition will still retain its glossy-page collectability, but the digital version will enable us to bring new features such as full archive searching, lower cost and instant availability. Go tell the world, E-ON Digital is coming soon...
I haven’t written for a little while, so I decided to revive a previous story and post new chapters every couple of days. Enjoy!
...I just might start going to a church now, he thought. His head was still swimming, almost dizzy from the recent events. He wanted to go back and help her, surely she would need it, but he could not miss his last chance at escape; his unbelievable luck had probably run dry this time. The warp drive deactivated and the massive stargate appeared. Without hesitating, he jumped. Warped to the next one. Jumped again. Over and over until I’m safe. Through Flari, through Agordon, through Jemp, through Tomisaris. He finally arrived at a gate leading to secure space. Never before have I been so eager to be swallowed by a wormhole. A brief moment of total darkness, and the heavens appeared all around him. He looked at the stars and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw a CONCORD ship slowly lumber in the distance. “I need a new job...” Khis said to himself. “Maybe I’ll give a shot at the other side of the law...”
She chuckled when the first one blew up; it was almost too easy. She laughed when the next one popped; a bit of a challenge, but she’d seen worse. But before she could finish the third, two more showed up; ships that were bigger than the first three. Not fuckin’ fair! They threw E-war drones her way; her guns now wouldn’t keep up with the sharp orbits. She was triple-webbed. But my tank is holding for now, that’s all that matters. Then four more ships showed up, and Schaa’s heart sank. She saw how the battle would unfold even before it happened. Antimatter charges plowed into her ship from all sides. Within 30 seconds, it had dissipated entirely. Then the entire structure shivered as chunks of armor were blown away. She knew she had already lost. But when she had 30% hull, the guns stopped firing. She knew was that meant immediately. “These fuckers are gonna ransom ME?” Her Comm. Unit bleeped. “How much, assholes?”
“How about Khis’s head. On a platter.” She paused. Fuck. FUCK!
“It’s been a long time, Eilyin.”
“Almost too long Schaa. I just wanted to say hi, and ask why the hell you attacked my boys?”
“They were bullying my friend.”
“Since when did start sticking up for the little guys? Or have friends? If there is one thing you should have learned, it’s to not fuck with my business.”
“The debt was nothing, Eilyin. You probably spent that much hunting him down.”
“Debts are always paid, or people die. No exceptions are made, Schaa, and not only did you help him get away, you killed some of my favorite hunters.”
She knew he was boiling with rage inside, but his voice didn’t show a trace of emotion. He continued, “You should be smarter than that, Schaa. I thought your people knew the limits; where your hunting ground ends and my control begins. You fucked with my business, Schaa. Now you’re gonna die.”
An interdictor warped in, and she gasped. That can only mean one thing. As the mercs resumed tearing through her ship, a disruption sphere was fired. “You think podding me is gonna teach me a lesson? You think I’m afraid to die? Go to hell!”
“I have better things planned for you. Bitch.”
Her ship burst violently and the pod immediately rocketed away from the sphere as fast as possible, but she knew it was just too late. A few seconds later, she was webbed, and she knew it was the end. The end for this lifetime, anyway. Another Schaa will be soon born back at the station. It’s happened before, I don’t mind dying again. She closed her eyes and waited. Waited for what seemed like an eternity. But no guns fired, and she noticed she was moving again. It took her just a second to realize what was happening. “No! NO! NOOOO!!” Her fate was sealed; a fate worse than death. She knew what Eilyin did with his catches... Her pod was sucked inside a cargo bay. The bubble deactivated and the mercenaries charted a course for Eiylin’s base.
As I was finishing up my last story I remembered this incident. I decided to not try and cram it in and write a short novel so I'm writing it as a new story in case my first one gets published. If you're reading this, it obviously has ^^
This story is set some time before my first one. There are no missiles and no fireballs in this one but you may find it a fun read none the less.
I was flying around in my Buzzard, just shuttling from a station system to a POS where I keep some of my stuff a few jumps away. I was moving some faction stuff I got in a plex from the POS to the station so I didn't really feel like busting out something that's easily ganked (knowing my luck there was a hostile blob just around the corner). On my way back I met a suspected ninja ratter in system. Hitting the scanner, I see a Drake with his name in system. Even though I wasn't in a strictly combat ship I had a warp disruptor and a light missile launcher fitted. My mind starts working. If he's slow or not afraid of a Buzzard I could warp on top of him, get a point and hopefully speed tank his missiles and fend off his drones with my single launcher long enough to call in some backup with DPS. As I start narrowing down on his position with my scanner he goes off scan. Damn, went to a safe. Ok, I'm in a covops, rigged and fitted for probing. Finding a BC won't be a problem at all if he was stupid enough not to fit a cloak. I warped to the other end of the system hitting my scanner all the time to try and make my probing easier by finding his approximate position since there were a lot of ships stashed near towers on scan (seriously people, ship maintenance arrays are your friend!) and also to make sure he didn't cloak. As I'm doing that he logs off. Oh well... Hold on, there's still a Badger on scan, and once again, it has his name on it, just like the Drake. First thing they teach you in 0.0 (and any PvP corp for that matter I'm sure) is to always rename your ship. He either skipped that lesson or no one bothered to tell him that
Continue reading "Dr. Bastard; Or, how I learned to piss ninja ratters off and love the pain"