I like to think that after a long day of mining my ship is towed into station and given whatever the space equivalent of a car wash but college girls in bikini’s would be. Mining while my on-world counterpart is at work seems like it might be a worthwhile investment in time. 5.5 minutes per haul, with about 1.7 million coming in every haul for 8 hours is roughly a metric shit ton. Okay not really but it’s like an extra 150 million isk that wouldn’t have been in my wallet if I hadn’t done it. So yay! I’m making some money.
Now if I can just stop loosing ships…
One of the things that fascinates me outside of the pod is the ancient art of marksmanship. More specifically snipers. At first it was a fascination of just mastering the physics involved with launching a lethal projectile insane distances and hitting something the size of a small plate. But it’s become more than that. The stealth. The hunt. Observing a target hour after hour. Learning everything you can about them before making the kill. It’s fascinating. Whether you’re interested in the application of lethal force or not, it just speaks to me on some fundamental level I can’t define.
One of the things I’ve read about snipers is how they watch their targets and key in on routines. Whether we want to admit it or not, and seemingly no matter how vigilant we are; everyone falls into familiar routines. And it pains me to admit this, but I am no exception. Last night I had headed back out to my hunting area to see if I could scrounge up some pirate kills. The local authorities don’t pay all that handsomely for their deaths, but it helps get in with the local magistrates which in turn just makes everything easier.
My ishtar had parked itself 70km off a pirate hideout and was content to incinerate their ships from that distance with a mere click of a button. Unfortunately for me, the pirate hideout’s location was not as secret as I, or they I suspect, would have liked. I had noticed some new pilots on the local comms channel, but at this point the bounty killing was habit. It had become routine. A deadly word. As such my inner alarms went off, but were ignored by a bored brain that was content to just shoot the pirates, like I had done a thousand times without incident.
Instinct: “Dude, there’s a Stratios out there. We’ll never know if he’s sneaking up on us or not.”
Brain: “Aw come on, he’s passed through here 6 times already, he’s busy with his own shit. There’s only 2 more ships to go just wait a few.”
Instinct: “This ship far outweighs the bounty or influence improvement we’ll gain from killing 2 more ships.”
Brain: “But…we’re so close. You worry too much.”
It was about this time the Stratios uncloaked right next to me.
I sucked the sentry drones in and the Beserker II’s spilled from my bay in an attempt to destroy the intruder before who I’m sure were his friends could show up. The battle was bitterly fought. My drones tore through his shields and armor and were well through his structure before my Ishtar gave in. A costly lesson, but hopefully one that I will not forget anytime soon.