23 Jan 2011
Several skills, ships and isk later my little blog has gained its own page. I hope to use this site to document my experience through the abyss of eve and back. Whilst hopefully emerging wiser and richer from it all with or indeed more likely, without my ship intact....
For those of you who haven't flown with me, I opperate a 7 month old character who's bumbled around the forge trying his hand at various different forms of income. Originally falling into mining (through an accidental application to a mining corp -_-) and promtly moving to PvE with some basic PvE training and roams in the more recent months. Recently I've felt the need to have a break from the level four grind and have decided to try my hand at some exploration for a bit of variation in the mighty Cheetah.
Armed with a Sisters Launcher and probes I set out with optimistic hope for some good finds. The first evening was however somewhat fruitless, with only a mere 10 mil profit made and no escalations. Not great, but it gave me a chance to get to grips with probing (something I havent done since my first days in Eve and the tutorial missions). It revealed to me just how many wormholes there are in high sec - the damn things are everywhere!
Today I had more 'luck', a term a use losely at best considering the outcome...
Upon finding a combat site I set out in a Caracal to enter into the drone mission. Upon popping the final frig my first escalation notification appeared to my delight. To try to speed things up I drop the Caracal back at my station and brush the dust from my faithful level 3 runner - the Drake.
After clearing room after room I get an unexpected final expedition update in my journal asking me to travel to low sec - there's no mention of this in the guides but after hearing the tales of riches from my corp mates I decide to take the slow boat past the warnings and into the unknown.
Here be pirates.
Just in case things go to hell I ping around the system making various safe spots before embarking on the final room. I pull out local chat, set the scanner to 360 degress, switch to my PVP dedicated overview and get the bookmarks ready. I'm good to go. I'd also trained to use ECM drones after a little incident involving myself and a Brick squad utterly trouncing my poor T1 cruiser. Warp scrams are a real pain, especially when there comming from a couple of Tengus and lots of T2 hulls, but i digress...
Upon landing the site is full of precariously placed junk with the cans I want to loot nestled inbetween. The realisation that warping out at speed could prove troublesome sets in. With the promise of cash and a reward for all my work I press on, constantly spamming the scan button and watching local. The residents of this corner of eve are having a debate as to which nation is responcible for the best PvP players and so I hope they are distracted, bored and not aware of me. I clear the first three containers and all are empty, all targets that were once in the room are now nothing but wrecks. The scan is still empty and the debate in local rages on as I manually tip-toe through the debris.
As I reach the final container a spawn of 6 frigs appear instantaniously. Knowing I have spent far to long in one place before one of the residents notices me, I desperately try to clear the room. With 2 frigs remaining the scan picks up 3 ships approaching.
I cut my loses and immediately align for my first safe bookmark. I wait for them to land to ensure they are not passing by, before hitting the warp button and making like a tree (and yes that is a back to the future reference). Landing at my first safe I immeadiatly align to my second and incredibly quickly the gang lands on me. They're quick, but not quick enough.
I jump to my second safe and go for a cold warp to the gate that will take me back to the safety of high sec. Landing I hammer the jump button, warping through the small pirate gate camp that has appeared.
I survived the pirate invasion but lost the loot. Not the outcome I wanted but the Drake will live to fight another day, which is good enough for me. Here's hoping that my next little venture ends with something worth while!
Over and Out.
For those of you who haven't flown with me, I opperate a 7 month old character who's bumbled around the forge trying his hand at various different forms of income. Originally falling into mining (through an accidental application to a mining corp -_-) and promtly moving to PvE with some basic PvE training and roams in the more recent months. Recently I've felt the need to have a break from the level four grind and have decided to try my hand at some exploration for a bit of variation in the mighty Cheetah.
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| Behold, the mighty Cheetah, revel in its T2 awesomeness! |
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| m0rg5 - accidental wormhole finder extraordinaire! |
Upon finding a combat site I set out in a Caracal to enter into the drone mission. Upon popping the final frig my first escalation notification appeared to my delight. To try to speed things up I drop the Caracal back at my station and brush the dust from my faithful level 3 runner - the Drake.
After clearing room after room I get an unexpected final expedition update in my journal asking me to travel to low sec - there's no mention of this in the guides but after hearing the tales of riches from my corp mates I decide to take the slow boat past the warnings and into the unknown.
Here be pirates.
Just in case things go to hell I ping around the system making various safe spots before embarking on the final room. I pull out local chat, set the scanner to 360 degress, switch to my PVP dedicated overview and get the bookmarks ready. I'm good to go. I'd also trained to use ECM drones after a little incident involving myself and a Brick squad utterly trouncing my poor T1 cruiser. Warp scrams are a real pain, especially when there comming from a couple of Tengus and lots of T2 hulls, but i digress...
Upon landing the site is full of precariously placed junk with the cans I want to loot nestled inbetween. The realisation that warping out at speed could prove troublesome sets in. With the promise of cash and a reward for all my work I press on, constantly spamming the scan button and watching local. The residents of this corner of eve are having a debate as to which nation is responcible for the best PvP players and so I hope they are distracted, bored and not aware of me. I clear the first three containers and all are empty, all targets that were once in the room are now nothing but wrecks. The scan is still empty and the debate in local rages on as I manually tip-toe through the debris.
As I reach the final container a spawn of 6 frigs appear instantaniously. Knowing I have spent far to long in one place before one of the residents notices me, I desperately try to clear the room. With 2 frigs remaining the scan picks up 3 ships approaching.
I cut my loses and immediately align for my first safe bookmark. I wait for them to land to ensure they are not passing by, before hitting the warp button and making like a tree (and yes that is a back to the future reference). Landing at my first safe I immeadiatly align to my second and incredibly quickly the gang lands on me. They're quick, but not quick enough.
I jump to my second safe and go for a cold warp to the gate that will take me back to the safety of high sec. Landing I hammer the jump button, warping through the small pirate gate camp that has appeared.
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| 'Old faithful' |
Over and Out.
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