Hmm. They say they don't read the blog, actually, and I don't think they're fans, exactly, so let's say...
I've been told by some of my more opinionated EvE acquaintances that I should stop writing about every little thing.
"Just focus on the big explosions!" They suggest. "Whether they're you or someone else."
And that's fine -- that would ensure some consistently exciting reading, certainly. But I won't be doing that. There are a couple reasons.
- It's inaccurate. Some days are really slow and not much happens, especially in a wormhole. There aren't any agents to get a mission from when there's nothing else to do out in the lost reaches of space; you have to make your own fun. Basically, if you aren't a self-starter -- if you aren't willing to scan and search and explore -- you will twiddle your thumbs, waiting for someone else to bring the fun to you, like one of those obese carnival attractions that has to wash himself with a rag on a stick. And, sometimes, even when you go exploring, you don't find anything. Them's the breaks.
- This way is more challenging for me to write. Not every day is exciting, but hopefully I can (with some extra effort on my part) make at least most of the days entertaining to read about.
So that's that thing discussed. Now then...
Our class two system connection yields up small but profitable crop of sleeper anomalies to harvest, which is just the right size for a smaller group of pilots like myself, Tweed, and Cabbage. We hit a half-dozen of the least annoying sites, then pack it in.
I still feel like doing something, though, so once the Sleeper shooting is done, I reship and open the class two's connection to nullsec, because I'm curious where it might lead.
Goonspace! We almost never see a connection to the home of the notorious Goonswarm Federation; that's almost kind of cool.
More interesting, however, are the scanning probes I spot on d-scan.
"Hop in something that can tackle a cloaky frigate," I tell Tweed.
"Is that even possible?" he asks, flying back to the tower for his current best option.
"Catching something that can insta-cloak and warp off? No." I admit. "But they may make a mistake."
It's not long before I see a Helios covert-ops frigate decloak on the null-sec side of the hole and jump through.
"That's a red flash. Repeat, red flash on the hole."
"I see him --" there's a moment of silence. "Nope. He got clear."
"No worries. He's wide awake now, anyway." I ponder the now-empty local channel out in Goonspace. "So he's either going to pull the same trick coming back, or call in fifty of his closest friends." I look up information on the Helios pilot, and note that within the Goonswarm, he has the title 'Commander of the Local Defense Force'. "Let's assume he's going to go with option two."
"You think he'll get a lot backup?"
I shrug. "They don't call it Goon-just-a-couple-of-dudes."
"Good point. I should get going anyway."
"Works for me." We head back to the home system, and catch site of the Helios hopping back out to Goonspace just as we leave, noting that our connection from that class two system has conveniently gone into its End-of-Life death throes, which doesn't necessarily ensure we won't be followed, but does lower the odds a bit. Outside of other wormhole dwellers, most pilots in New Eden don't like going too far down the rabbit hole when there's a good chance they'll get stranded.
"Alright, I'm out."
It's just me in the home system, and the hour is getting late, but I'm restless, so I jump out through our static connection to low-sec space for a bit of a poke around and find myself in Venal, home of the Gurista pirates and birthplace of my trusty Gila cruiser.
Is the haven of any potential targets, though? I check for signs of activity via Dotlan and see some ship kills (both NPC and player-flown) in nearby system, and head that way, but it's not to be: I find only abandoned wrecks and a couple frozen, floating corpses.
"What ever happened here, Leiutenant, I think we missed it."
Indeed. I head back home and call it a night, a few ISK richer and a few near-misses away from a fight.