Tag: EVE

“So I accidentally ended up in charge of a fleet last night, and –” “Stop,” CB holds up a hand.

Before I forget, I found an old map of the Caldari-Gallente warzone, and modified it to show all the locations

After a week spent visiting Bre and Berke in the wormhole, I’m a little glad to stow Zecora back in

“How would you like the Merlin fit, Pilot?” I shrug to myself. I hardly ever fly Caldari ships, unless the

Ty sat in his quarters, scratching notes on a digital pad. If the crappy little Griffin wants to tackle you,

It’s the day after the CB and I lost a couple ships and, perhaps predictably, I’m back in an Incursus,

[Last week, I was on a trip out of town, and on my flight back, I managed to leave my

“Our targets are not, probably, going to be other frigates and destroyers.” Icarus’s voice on comms is as calm as

“Someone call out when you’ve got point on the target!” The Ferox battlecruiser’s close-range cannons shorted out my frigate’s shields

“Okay, the new ship fittings are up in the Corporate Database,” I say, trying not to roll my eyes at

“I’m not sure about this,” CB muttered, slowly rotating his glass on the table between us. “You don’t have to

I have way too many ships. A part of that is sort of a collector habit: there are so many

CB reports that we have a Nighthawk command ship and a… Caracal cruiser? Running sleeper anomalies? Really? A caracal? That’s…

The wormhole system is compromised once again, with a Buzzard cov-ops frigate buzzing around. This isn’t really a problem, except

There are a lot of upsides to the kind of class two wormhole system we live in. Easy access to

The good news: I can log in! The bad news: The next two days are a frustration of angry evemails

Game of Thrones. Now there’s a good show. Ty’s account is still disabled, and I can’t get anyone to respond

Ty’s out with Agony Empire for an interesting sort of seminar/roam, led by a fairly well-known low-sec ‘pirate’ who spends

Subtitle: “I Do Not Always Post Ship Fittings, But When I Do, They’re Bad” There’s only one NPC-owned Customs Office

I logged out in the class two last night, and our entrances are all closed, so the only vector for

I wake up in the class six wormhole, but there’s no one on, so I scan an exit to the

Now that Tira has ably defended the wormhole from invasion with an unarmed scouting vessel and a single combat drone,

[Because I didn’t feel like waiting another day…] It’s the next morning, and our Message of the Day has been

CB sent me an email yesterday. “For your blog.” I can only assume he intended it as a portrait of