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Monday, August 31, 2009

Blog Banter #11: Friendship... AGAIN?

Welcome to the eleventh installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed here. Check out other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!

This month's banter comes to us from Joe Brusati a long time reader of CrazyKinux's Musing, who asks the following: CCP states that T3 Strategic Cruisers are just the start for the T3 line-up. In future Eve expansions what would you like to see as the next T3 ship type. Please be specific on details about what role this ship would play, cost of manufacturing, and the different modules that would be available for it, and of course you must give your T3 ship a name!

I don't like the concept of T3 ships as they are now. That makes it kind of hard to talk about how future T3 ships should be handled. Why are my answers to these excellent questions often so short?

Screw it.

Thursday, August 27, 2009


When we play, we must realize, before anything else, that we are out to make money.
David Sklansky

The table was quiet except for the tick of the clock. Everyone's eyes were looking at me as I plinked the chips into the pot, "I call," I said quietly. Sixty million isk sat in the middle of the table, and more than a few people had enough money in that they'd seen it through to now.

"Pocket Aces beat Pocket Kings," I said with a smile, "Thank you very much,"

"Fuck you, you lucky prick," Came a voice from across the table as I stood up.

"Heh, that's enough for me I think,"

I nodded to the dealer who counted the chips before making a deposit in my account.


"Hallan?" I had only barely settled into my pod when NOIR.'s voice comms came alive, "We've got a few targets in a wormhole, interested?"

"I'm in my Stealth Bomber, will that do?"

"Sure, get into space,"

I undocked and entered warp. After a few jumps, I warped to my fleet, already assembled at the wormhole.

"Ok," I heard moments after landing, "I've got 'em, warp to me. There's another wormhole here,"

I flung my ship into the wormhole and entered into warp. The entire fleet moved through space in formation and we landed on a Scorpion. Our heavy interdictor went through and bubbled the other side. There was no getting away for our target.

It's Watching You.

I was over fifty kilometers away and began to lock the Scorpion. As my targeting resolved, my target painter, range damps and torp's came alive. Just as he entered structure, a Drake landed as well. The Scorpion exploded and we turned our attentions to the Drake just as the Scorpion's pilot died.

The Drake didn't last long, but as we finally bit into his armor, a Typhoon landed. I let a small laugh be heard on comms as our interceptor pointed it. One of my torpedo volleys ripped hard into the Drake, and suddenly it was no more. We then turned our attention to the Typhoon.

It went down, quickly, and we took the time to take down his escape pod. After clean up, I warped back to the other wormhole.

"Real quick, who's the Manticore on scan?" voice comms chimed for a moment.

"Sorry, that's me. Pocket Aces.," I said with a laugh, "Cloak timer,"

"No problem,"

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Back at Work and a Discussion

Our integrity sells for so little, but it is all we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.
Valerie - V for Vendetta

And so I'm back at work.
I'm hoping to put my blog back on a regular schedule(Monday, Tuesdays and Fridays again).

I've joined Noir., a mercenary corp of some renown. It should be a fun ride.

As for you dear reader, I would like to ask you for a bit of help. I'd like to start a discussion on this blog on the morality of piracy in Eve. State your opinions, reply to others or just rant a bit, I'm curious as to what everyone thinks. I'll be using the discussion in a project I'm working on. Don't disappoint me.

Good Day.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Peach of a Hand

Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just have to call.
Doc Holliday - Tombstone

"I raise ten million," Gerald, a freighter pilot, smiled and looked around the table. Half of them were just shaking their heads.

"God damn it, I wanted to see the flop," Said a man on his left, throwing his hand down.

"I will," Hallan added with a smile of his own.

"I'm in too," Came another voice, that was Hawking the docking manager.

"All in," A Hulk pilot added, shoving his meager stack into the center of the table.

"Call," Came the voice of the station's director.

"I'll call too," Paxton, an Ishtar pilot lazily pushed his chips forward.

"I raise ten million," Gerald added again, touching one of his stacks of chips and pushing it in front of him.

"Call," Hallan said with an interested look on his face. He checked his cards again for a moment. Two kings. Did he have aces?

"I'm out," Hawking threw down his cards and drank a gulp of his beer with a frown.

"All in," The Director pushed his small stack of chips into the center of the table and leaned back.

"Ten million more then," Paxton said, still seeming uninterested in the game.

The dealer looked around the table with a smirk.

"All in," Gerald pushed his entire stack into the middle of the table. Sixty million chips.

Hallan studied Gerald's face for a moment, cocked his head to the side and pushed sixty million chips into the center of the table, "Call,"

"All of it then," Came the Hulk pilot's voice from beside him, clearly agitated.

"That and a million more," Came the voice of Paxton, obviously enjoying himself. Hallan and Paxton were the only men with chips left that weren't in the pot and Hallan had only a million left in front of him.

"All in," Hallan said with a smile, pushing his last few chips into the center of the table.

Everyone flipped their hands down and the dealer separated the stacks into four pots. The largest was a hundred million, the next fifty, the next twenty, and the next twelve.

Hallan almost laughed as Gerald flipped down two fours. The Hulk pilot had an ace and a seven. The Director had an ace and a four. Paxton happily showed his two aces and Hallan sighed wearily as he threw down his two kings.

"A three," The dealer said as he began to lay the cards on the table, "A seven," He looked up at the Hulk pilot who let out a little breath just before the next card came down, "An eight,"

The dealer stopped for a moment, and the suspense began to build, then down came the turn, "A four," and now the director was leaning into the table along with the rest. It all hinged on the last card.

"A King," and everyone breathed again. Hallan looked around and laughed as he raked in his chips.

"Alright then," The dealer said as Hallan began to sweep his chips into a bag, "Next hand?"

"I gotta be going," Hallan said as he finished grabbing his chips, "It was nice playing with you folks,"

Mutters rose from the table, and so did he.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

Knowing When To Fold

Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
Doc Holiday - Tombstone

There are always going to be things that no one can teach you. Things you just have to learn by screwing up. Today I've encountered one. Lets go back a couple of days and start from the top.

Stealthfield's one of those corps I found through the blogosphere. As I contacted their CEO I found out they'd just broken away and formed up their own corporation. I inquired about the chance to work together and got a go ahead. So this weekend, while they went out to harass some folks, I came along in a stealth bomber.

The first night I was out there, I was still an unknown quantity. I managed a couple of kills under their noses before the capital ships came out to guard everything. I was happy with that and went to bed.

The next day I managed to get online with some others, but before I got started, and just after coming back from AFK cloak, I found a Blackbird guarding a mining Osprey. Aligned, bombed, got out. Too quickly in fact, I shoulda hung around because the Blackbird died in one volley of bomb and torps, and the Osprey was caught in the bomb blast. I was still happy with the kill and moved on.

As the gang started looking around for targets later, it was obvious they were scared and well protected, so we decided to move on. Securitas managed to catch an Armageddon on a gate, and that gave me my nicest kill so far in this thing. Four Steath Bombers, one battleship dusted.

Then today I hit a snag. Right now I've set up my overview to show planets and ships. So I can release a bomb and then warp away immediately. As long as an Arazu isn't out, I should be fine. Well today we decided to bomb the station undock where some frigates were sitting. We aligned, dropped bombs and then I hit the warp button.

Only nothing happened. I keep spamming warp and I get no messages, no anything. No lag either, I can see the Ishkur coming for me. An Ishkur burns my way and pretty soon I'm space dust myself. I let them have the pod and then went to write a petition.

About half way through it I realize my mistake. The Station was actually at a planet. I must've picked out that one randomly and that's why nothing happened when I hit warp. I cursed even more at that though because that meant it was just something I had to learn the hard way.

It's an expensive loss, the most expensive loss so far in my Eve career. I had missile implants in even, but I was annoyed so much that I just let them have the pod rather than try to jump back out. I calculated about a 200 million isk loss.

So I got pissed off and decided to play some poker. Mynxee has written and excellent guide on how to get started, and I highly recommend reading it.

Some of you who've been with me a while might remember my last foray into poker. It was one night, and I lost seventy million. I promised to never play again, because I'm not a patient man. I like the thrill of playing for a lot of money, but that's not how you win.

With a bit of luck, poker has paid for my bomber loss, so it stings much less(I never would have played it if I'd not lost a ship anyhow, so it's kind of a free lesson in what not to do next time)

I'll probably write up a story about that later, as for now:

Good Day.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Waking Up

"Can you hear me?" Tobias' eyes opened in the brightness of the lab. His mind raced through thoughts that most definitely weren't there. His mind felt blank for a moment, then the rush of his memories came over him like a bolt of lightning.

"Just warp damn it!" He screamed into the light and collapsed onto the floor.

"Get him up," Came the voice from earlier. Two men came and grabbed him by his arms, struggling to keep their grip through the fluids. They pulled up a rolling chair that had been set behind him, and sat him in it.
Tobias looked ahead and saw the face of the man who'd first spoken as he continued, "Do you remember where you are?"

"Ugh," Tobias said with a cough, "Medical services clone lab?"

"That is correct," The man stopped for a moment, "Would you like some coffee?"

"No, I'm good," Tobias looked around the room and took his surroundings in. The ceiling tiles in the lab looked like they were stone with black spacers between. The walls were white, the floor was white except for in front of the newly opened clone vat, and the doctor's long nose looked like a small beak. His skin was pale and his eyes sunken. The doctor pursed his lips into something of a frown at that reply but continued.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

"We had jumped into A5-TR3, there was a gate camp," Tobias raised his hands and moved them in a circle, "Lots of tech two large bubbles. Sarah gave the order to align and hope. I uh, I guess I didn't make it," Tobias adjusted in the seat for a moment, suddenly aware that he was naked.

"Ok, what I'm about to tell you is going to be a bit hard to understand," it was Tobias' turn to frown at that as the Doctor continued, "That was over two years ago,"


"Most pod pilots don't opt for a regular personality backup. The process includes killing the current clone, and most people aren't that interested in throwing even a cloned life away. You last died in a pod two years and ten months ago. Your current clone was shot to death yesterday. As per our contract, we took your last known copy and put it into this clone,"

"You're sure it's me?"

"Yes. Uh, you'll remember everything except the last three years,"

Tobias' stood up and steadied his shaking legs, "Can I get cleaned up and dressed now?"

"Sure," The doctor said as he stood up himself, "I'll show you to the showers. When we're done, there's someone you're going to have to meet,"


"Your fiance,"

Monday, August 10, 2009

Hey, Buy This! To late!

Bit of self serving advertisement, got a character I need to offload. It flies Gallente Freighters, Transport Ships, and the Itty 5. It can use a cov ops cloak. Never mind. It sold.

Once I've freed up the slot I may be creating a piracy alt. I hope to be doing that anyhow. Thank you gentle readers, and if you have time, bump the thread.

Oh and as for content, have a rifter wallpaper I just screenshotted:

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Once Upon a Time In Ardar

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red
But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead.
Marty Robbins - Big Iron

Spectre hadn't been to happy when he saw my latest post, but I didn't care. I dialed him up and offered a duel to settle our differences. Rifters at Dawn. He accepted and we both made our way to Ardar for the final showdown.

As I passed through the gate I warped to the rendezvous point. Spectre was waiting for me thirty kilometers away. His Rifter looked fairly customized, but in the darkness of space I found it impossible to make out any details.

We began to close the gap almost immediately. His targeting system went active before mine, but none of our modules reached out that far, so it didn't matter. Mine locked onto him shortly after that and both our webifiers activated at the same time. His ship tried to pull into a close orbit, but I outran him and held distance. I knew he was less skilled and hoped he was using EMP ammo instead of Barrage.

The decision to take a far orbit instead of a close one is almost risk free. If he's loading EMP I'll win by keeping range, if he's loading Barrage, we'll be even and I can make more decisions from there.

In this case he was obviously packing Barrage, so I went ahead and pulled into a closer orbit to break his tank. It was a good call, but his guns were cutting pretty hard into my own armor. My guns began to hum as I set them to overload. I watched huge chunks of his armor fly off as the hypervelocity rounds chipped his ship. Our armor repairers were doing nothing to stop the onslaught, and suddenly we were both in structure. This was going to be a close one.

I saw I had the capacitor for another armor rep, and activated the module. Almost as quickly as my readout showed more armor, it disappeared again as a Phalanx rocket exploded against my hull. His armor growed just a bit but then was shattered again by my own autocannons. As the last of my armor flew into space I overloaded my afterburner. There was no turning back now.

The guns on my ship were starting to show the strain and I stopped overloading them, losing them would be foolish at this point.

His autocannons were making short work of my hull, punching holes through the fuselage and through the crew compartments. Luckily for them I had left the crew in Hek. They'd complained then but I was glad of my choice now. My own guns were punching through his hull just as quickly. We both reached half hull at the same time and then I was surprised to see one of his guns explode, taking his other autocannons as well.

And then his ship became a bloom of rapidly expanding plasma.

It was a good fight, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course Spectre has a different view on how things took place. He is of course a liar and a rogue. He says he had Republic Fleet EMP loaded, but the killmail clearly shows he had Barrage loaded into his guns when he died. My honor is proved, his reign of terror is over. I am content.

Good Day.