Hmm, Something’s Not Quiet Right Here…

Ugh! You ever have those days where all you want to do is play Eve, but you just can’t seem to get out of work or post-work social engagements? I swear my office was caught in a time vortex today. The hands on the clock above my coworker’s head did not move for hours! At least so it seemed. Then of course we have an old friend from out of town who wants to get beers. Fine, jerk! I’ll go have some beers with you. I finally get home, literally run upstairs and boot up the game to have this greet me…

Man today is just not going the way I want. I pace nervously around the apartment for a while and kill some time on reddit (shameless plug). Finally, sweet sweet Eve time is here! What wonders does the home wormhole system have in store for me today? Hmm, no anomalies. A ladar, a grav site, and two lo-sec wormholes. Yuck. Well, I need to take care of some online research so I might as well hit the ladar while I do that in a separate browser. But once I’ve finished that I think it’s time to get some hunting in. The Pilgrim hasn’t been out in a while, and I have a feeling there are some newbie pilots cruising around not knowing any better at this hour.

Sure enough once in the static system I find a Vexor, Maller, and Caracal pop up on my d-scanner. Mmm I can taste those newb tears now. Or maybe not as another Pilgrim blinks onto and immediately off of the scanner. Hmm, odd. Swinging the scanner around a few times gets me a nice vantage point on the Maller. But something doesn’t add up. There aren’t any rats in the belt, and he’s not moving, mining, or salvaging. He’s just sitting there. His toon is only a few months old, but if the Maller is known for one thing, it’s being a great bait ship. I decide to keep scanning.

The Caracal shows up as well, but he seems to be acting kind of funny too. He’s actually killing rats, but there’s just something about the way he doesn’t seem bothered with a dozen people in local, a Maller and a Vexor on scan. He’s about 70km away from me so I decide if maybe showing myself will elicit some kind of response. I point in a direction away from the ratter, decloak and hit my MWD. Sure enough the Caracal is trying to lock me almost immediately but I’m not close enough for him to get a clear lock just yet. And besides, I’m not really watching what he’s doing, I’m spamming my d-scanner. I’m watching the Tengu, Pilgrim, Curcifier, and a few other ships materialize out of nowhere.

Good call gut feeling, let’s get out of here! I align to a planet and warp away, never really in danger. I spark up a quick convo with the tricksters who continue their charade for a while but eventually give in. Oh well, no easy kills tonight, at least there was some excitement! There’s always next time, and at the very least…I didn’t lose my ship.

 

A Big Thank You From the Void!

I just wanted to throw a quick post up thanking all the viewers we’ve had over the last few months. We hit 5,000 views on December 22nd of last year, so to double that number in only a few months feels pretty awesome! Hell I wasn’t even posting for a month or two! Either way I appreciate the support, stay tuned for more silly adventures from wormhole space!

I’m starting to toy with the idea of maybe doing video recaps of some of the more interesting nights in game. I have a bunch of details to work out before we get there, but it’s on my radar. I’m also in the process of thinking through an update for the look of the site. I feel like it needs a bit of fresh paint on it, although we can all agree the header banner is pretty dope ;p

Thanks again everyone!

A Target Rich Environment

You ever hear that expression my eyes were bigger than my mouth? It refers to a moment when you think you’re a lot more hungry than you are and order a lot more food than you can actually consume in a sitting. It was a saying that ran through my head more than once a few nights ago…

The corp was on hand for some good ole’ site bashing. We had a couple of profitable sites in the home system and we hand nothing better to do with our time than make some money. Spirits were high and we were feeling pretty safe. Nothing but us and our static to a FW lo-sec chain. We probably wouldn’t be receiving any visitors anytime soon. Of course as soon as I think that, Azx calls out that he saw a probes on scan for a split second. SON OF A BITCH! I swear every time we start to make some decent money, some asshat with a probe launcher needs to show up. The command goes out to get back to the POS and our scout gets out his own set of probes.

Everything goes strangely quiet. The probes haven’t shown back up on scan and no ship has made an appearance yet. Azx scans down a new wormhole and we immediately head out to setup the blockade. Oz has a Devoter parked on the hole ready to trap anything that comes through. Myself and H5 are in sniper Oracles ready to pop any frigate that thinks his speed will save his life, and Snow has her Pilgrim waiting a few kilometers from the hole as a nice surprise addition if we do get engaged by an enemy fleet.

I feel pretty good about our setup. We are operating under the assumption that we have a single cloaked scout in our system with the potential for a fleet to come through the hole. We decide we want eyes on the other side of the hole right about the same time the wormhole flashes. My weapons immediately go hot and I lock the Devoter that appears on my overview. His shields are gone before he has time to finish locking his first ship, but I know the armor will take a lot longer to get through.

A covert ops uncloaks on top of me and starts to scramble my warp drive. That’s annoying, but he doesn’t seem to have any guns fitted so I’m content to let me keep me pinned down. I have no intention of leaving yet anyway. The wormhole starts flashing away. It’s not surprising considering they have a HIC with them, but what comes through that hole is the stuff of nightmares. A Guardian appears next and H5 and myself immediately switch targets to the logi. Poor Oz is on the front line taking the brunt of the fighting, but our Oracles are spitting out a pretty impressive amount of damage. I’m still happy to fight it out. H5 pops my little harasser which boosts my confidence even more.

Well that was short lived as the following start appearing on the overview:

• Proteus
• Proteus
• Legion
• Machariel
• Scorpion
• Legion

“OK I get the point!” I yelled at my computer as I align back to our POS. We do our best to flee, but Oz and Snow are caught in the Devoter’s bubble and are both going to lose their ships and pods. H5 and myself make it out unscathed but for our pride. It was a good fight, there was nothing we could have done. It does make the day hard though. Life in w-space can get you down. You never feel like the odds are even, though I guess that’s true for life anywhere in Eve. We spend so much of our time training skills and buying ships and modules to defend our system, but it seems like every time we encounter a hostile group they are light years beyond us. Oh well. Gfs are exchanged in local. I ask for a screenshot but it doesn’t sound like anyone was in a picture taking mood that battle. I decide to log off for a while to let the system cool down and grab some dinner. Hopefully exploration will go a little smoother once that C4 connection is closed.

Mom Always Said I Was Good At Holding Aggro

Ok maybe not in those exact words, but I definitely recall a couple of fits she had in which exclamatory language was used with similar effect.

Last night was odd. Very outside the normal for my experiences with Eve and operating out of wormhole space. I logged in to find Azx in the POS. He’s heading out to a DED site he found that he’s hoping might be profitable. I wish him luck but no one has scanned in a while and I want to make sure our intel is as accurate as possible. Why hadn’t Azx scanned? Why indeed…lazy Caldari. Nothing new in the system but we have a connection to a class 4 wormhole that requires more investigation. Azx is busy with, whatever it is you do in DED sites. So I decide to check out the C4.

An Orca on scan! And it’s named Master Bob!! Our holy god of the wormholes! Fate has truly smiled on me today. I quickly warp to the BM  at the only operating tower only to find the Orca unpiloted. Well the C4 is empty and there are clearly some industrialist in the local corp so I take the chance to scan the whole system without scaring off any prey or attracting any unwanted attention. 4 ladars and a grav site later the system is scanned. Wow was that a lot of scanning for nothing. Hopefully the Europeans can catch something working one of the sites while I’m at work tomorrow.

It’s right around this point that Azx pipes up in corp chat that things hadn’t gone according to plan. Apparently he had lost his brand new Ishtar to the DED site. That sucks, aren’t you glad I’m broadcasting it all over the interwebs? Price you pay for flying with a blog sensation like myself! He asks me to grab a ship and help him recover his wreck since a lot of the good modules ended up dropping. Sure thing Azx! I grab my pvp Harbinger and adapt the fit a bit for some pve action and off I go. The site is an absolute bitch. First off when you warp into the area your frame rate dropped to about 0.5. There was debris and rocks everywhere and the nuets these things were throwing my way were out of control.

I almost lost the Harbinger when the nuets disarmed my repper and I got caught on some debris in the site! What had Azx gotten me into!? It’s too much to handle on my own although I managed to bookmark his wreck which is a start I guess. He grabs his Drake from w-space and we try to take the site together. While blasting away a local roaming group passes through. A lot of cruisers looking for trouble, but apparently no one with a probe launcher so we’re safe for now.

At this point we’ve warped in and out of the site a few times. Each round we get closer to absolute victory but it’s slow going. Azx decides to head out to repair some of his modules real quick, and maybe pick up a few replacement drones for myself. Of course with poor Azx’s luck tonight he hits a gate camp from the same roamers we encountered earlier. I think the convo went something like this:

• Azx: FUCK
• Azx: I’m so dead
• Azx: Wait, what?
• Me: What happened?
• Azx: They forgot to point me.

Well at least something went our way tonight! We resume work on the site. The nuets seem to like me very much, but the rat’s dps is pretty bad. So I basically become a passive tank drone boat doing my best to hold aggro while Azx does the dirty work. If an Amarr hull is good for anything it’s soaking up damage. Finally the site is finished and Azx cleans up the mess a bit. It sounds like he more or less broken even on the night so we can’t complain too much. But man what a weird night. I head back to our home system and grab my new Legion to try some anomalies with the new fit out. It’s still having some trouble staying cap stable with the sleepers attacking it. I think I’m going to have to drop the tracking computer for a capacitor battery. I also need a faction repairer on there. It can just barely keep up with the damage with the ancillary rep but really would make things a lot easier with the extra repair amounts. How can I steal one from Oz….hmm. Maybe tomorrow!

 

P.s. sorry for the lack of entertaining imagery! I’m still getting back into the swing of writing these things. I always forget to take a screenshot while fun things are going on haha.