the pitfalls of mean drone boats

Today I had a novel thought, I'll up my solo kills. Sounds easy enough right, or so I thought. I did my usual roll out of bed, smoke and a coffee I flipped on the master power switch in Mosquito and she came to life. I was greeted by Aura with the usual "Fire alert on the bridge" warning I silenced the alarm and pulled up the local sub light channel to see who was out there. There was'nt much. So still in my pj's I set my coffee in the cheap plastic cup holder that was so prized, after getting the undock clearances I went out to have a look around. The scanner beeped, nearly spilling my coffee I saw an arbitrator, in a belt of all places!. Juicy I thought as i aligned to the belt and set down my now gone coffee at the same time. When I landed I quickly locked him down and fliped on my scrambler and webifier, and opend the taps on my auto cannons to let him have it. There was no responce for a second or two. What could he be doing? afk? easy kill I thought. Just then through my view port I saw them swing open. Drones! how could I have been so stupid? I mashed my afterburner into life, and targeted my first drone a warrior II. Ok I thought, I'll just burn around him taking his drones out than get back to the buisness at hand of melting his ship. How wrong i was, The drones burned quickly through my shields and a quarter of the way through my armor before I switched on the repairer and my damage control "The capacitor is empty" auras always calm voice rang from the control panel. Dammit I'd forgotten my nos! as the fire sprung up from my prized rifter Mosquito I set the nav computer in my pod to the nearest planet and waited for the violent ejection. The hull folded like it was made of paper and my pod lurched into warp off to the planet, I'm gonna miss that cup holder.

Fitting right in

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Stumbling out of bed this morning I reached for my pack of smokes and headed for the coffee machine as I always do. I'm finding that the pirate lifestyle enhances my late riser status a lot. The day ticked by faster than I realized and i was still in my pajamas. checking out the sub light stations from the cockpit of Mosquito my trusty Rifter. Everyone was talking about Cyno jumping the last of the corp things from the old home to the new one. after checking the prerequisites I already knew most of it so I snatched up the book and dug in. Within a few hours In a backwater system at the halfway point watching the silhouette of Golden Helmets Archon jump in and jump out of the quiet system. wishing I had captured a picture of it. after the Cyno tasks I made the sixteen jumps back to the new home in my pod and imediatly got in on some more actioin when i got back. a friggate roam! the perfect chance to test Mosquito in combat some more. As the systems came online I punched in the Routes and checked my payload and status of all my weapons. After clearance came from flight control, I punched the warp to amamake to join in with the fleet. we had linked up with the
hellcats. I got in on some good kills, a punisherand a cormorant . there were two rifters that we got too but I never even saw those untill the gang told me about them later. it was a great time and had a ton of fun with the hellcats

the big moving day

After crawling freom my bunk half dead, or feeling that way. I wiped the drool off my face and tossed the scan probe users guide to the floor the first stop was smokes and a cup of cheap joe. On my way to the door the blinking from my prized retro message machine was blinking. This thing is great, it records the message on a thin magnetic ribbon and then you can play it back later, which I did. When I returned no longer deficient in caffine and nicotene I mushed the button on the message machine and out came the familiar tinny voice. It was our ceo. I half listened half checked the sub light local channel,it was really quiet today, wait. Moving?! After lookig around my hangers and talking further with the ceo I decided to leave everything there and start a second base of operations in the new station. So off I went into wasp my trusty rifter, rusty and beaten plotted the course. Long either way, so I hit the button for shortest route and contacted dock control. Within moments I was in the cold of space with a long trip ahead of me that would take me primarily through high security space. Confident that wasp would be out of range before the large guns of the security forces coud pin me down I switched on the warp drive and was on my way.the entire trip was reletivly safe with the exception of some fast locking amar guards, which took me half way through my armor platin with there first volley, by that time though I was into the warp bubble and on my way.I arived about an hour later, and am now faced with setting up a second base of operations.

quiet, real quiet

It' been quiet in a busy kind of way latley lots of unfriendlys in powerfull ships. Leaving me with lots of time in station. I haven't had any kills yet this week and very little to do in my hanger. Rifling through some papers on my desk I found the users guide for my probe launcher. Alright off to fame and glory and riches beyond belief. Systems full of lightly armored badgers full of the latest gear and rare ores. Not so much, nothing but useless drone sites not even worth exploring, I did however have some sucess tracking ships, found them but they were to powerfull or hugging a station. Disapointed I returned to the station.

yarr

It's been an amazingly good week. It started slow and a bit uncertian, by moving the whole lot of my gear into my new home system,a lot of trips in my badger mark II. The bottles of antacid are still scattered about on the bridge, but I pulled it off. Absolutly no excitment. After a restfull night I set out to start my career as a full on pirate.I roamed about a bit looking for easy targets. I finaly got one! My first kill, a rifter hanging out in a belt all by himself blinked onto my scanners, after narrowing him down to a belt I grinned as I mashed the warp button into the console "I got you now" I landed about 10k from him, not incredably gracefull. Oh well, I kicked on the afterburner and waited for the chirp from the targeting computer while I charged the webbifier. Finaly a lock the webifier kicked in, as the blasters on my trusty incursus let loose. And I got a great veiw on my displays of my juicy first target warping away. As I looked over the consol cursing the cut rate engineer that I had hired, vowing to buy him a ship and pod him, I noticed one button on the console not flashing. I had forgotten to switch on my warp scambler. Shortly afterwards I found the same rifter doing the same thing he was'nt as lucky this time

good bye high-sec, hello blogging

this is the first eve blog that I've written. I was inspired by a pirate that I met along my travels, Spectre3353. I was talking to Spectre for a while the other day and the advise that he gave me led to my first 1v1 kill. which was a real rush, so I decided to move out of the carebear infested hole that is high sec for a different place free of the opressive rule of Concord. as i pulled my last ship out of the station I glanced at my screens. sixty plus pilots in this system, not a one knows what is coming. not a one knows that Bernard McKrill has thrown up the skull and cross bones and nothing will ever be the same. The control board beeped quickly to inform me that my incursis lancer was ready to warp, there was no feelings of regret as my finger mashed the warp button. Onward to the start of a new life and profession.