Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Space Xmas at Pator Tech School

I just wanted to tell you that contrary to what I wrote in a previous post I will stay at Pator Tech School. Luckily my poor performance and efficiency records weren't that crucial after all when I pushed for the CEO's soft spot at the holiest of corporate events: The Xmas Party.

Cookie Cutter Lemon Fit FTW!
I won a drinking duell (old school consensual cocktail PVP) against my CEO at the Pator Tech School Holiday Party last friday during which I got him to sign my contract extension. He went straight from structure to pod when he started orbiting rapidly at close range and I reloaded and started shooting Strawberry Margaritas for better tracking. Also I might have put some acid in his Caipirinha. GF and hurray!

Afterwards my indian co-pilot Saranjit and I found out what all those chinese* tattoos on the back of one of our female colleagues meant, but she wouldn't let us know where the sentence ended! So being the professionals we are we resorted to classy remarks about female anatomy in general and a lot of groping on the dance floor.
Couldn't convince Saranjit not to fly home drunk though - hope he didn't get concordified.

* I couldn't read it and it wasn't russian. 

Monday, December 13, 2010

Happy Anniversary!

Almost without noticing I recklessly trashed my 200th T1 Frigate. Sentry Guns, how appropriate! According to Panthe Tek I should be expelled from Pator Tech School any minute now:

I read a CCP Dev wrote that after explushioning your 200th Rifter an automated script kicks you from your current NPC Corp and moves you to the opposing most-hated faction, in your case, Amarr.

Oh how I will miss the inspiring environment at Pator Tech School! Also as a PTS pilot you have quite some reputation, you're expected to strut around any low sec system like you own the place, while BC gangs will hesitate to engage, probers will offer help, haulers jettison their most valuable items! And all this just because I was flying under the feared PTS flag!

How will I survive alone? Will I survive at all? Will any of the other top notch NPC corps hire a down and out PTS pilot?

Maybe there's still something that can be done about it. I've scheduled a meeting with my CEO to clarify the matter.

Sunday, December 12, 2010

A Daredevil Comedy of Errors

While EVE taught me the peaceful way of the velour warrior (by force!) it also teaches me a lot of other things. I would really appreciate an exclusive lesson in interstellar voodoo (some of my opponents seem to have that!) but I got one I'm getting quite a few in humility instead.

I hate that ugly funk of heat damaged mods!
Now on to the subject of humility, my dear reader, I didn't mean to tease you with idle chatter.

After a rather half-assed Rifter roam with lots of cooking in between scan sessions I ran into a cooperating Punisher with an extremely upbeat attitude that required correction. While landing nicely at 20 km I somehow missed to set an appropriate orbit (I personally like 13 kilometers) so 20 seconds into the fight I was at 800m and without armor. Now kids, one important aspect when flying a long range fit is range! So I overheated my afterburner and got out to a nice orbit where the punisher wasn't hitting me at all. Phew for a minute there I saw myself sitting in a pod. Instead the Punisher guy was.

15 minutes later I found a Daredevil, a Thorax and a Myrmidon in a belt and warped in just to take a look. The Daredevil was immediately turning towards me. I was flattered and watching its speed I figured I'd be able to kite and hurt it a little before warping out. Unfortunately I was so excited about that Daredevil that I didn't check the cruisers at all, they were still not moving much. The errors:
  1.  Not checking the pilots in the belt.
  2.  While kiting the Daredevil I didn't notice that the battlecruisers were now at about 150kms and 150 kilometers is damn much closer than 100 kilometers!
Now everything worked fine with that Daredevil, he was webbed and scrambled and obviously very uncomfortable within my falloff when suddenly I noticed the battlecruisers were close. Very close! Within 10 km! With the Daredevil in structure I started aligning to warp out the second he exploded. And here's the next error:
  1. Aligning to a station while flagged as criminal.
So with the Myrmidon and the Thorax very close, my heart and pancreas and Rifter close to meltdown the Daredevil exploded and I thought I had exploded too, so I started spamming the warp button. At least I would get with my pod out. I was feeling like a porn film star in the eighties! I had solo-ed a Daredevil! That was pretty close to soloing a Dramiel, but let's not go crazy here. Dizzy as a frog I warped out and arrived at the station and to my surprise: I was still in my Rifter! Hurray!

But not for long: Friendly sentry gun fire killed my baby.

Anyway, still a very satisfying kill. GF everybody.

Friday, December 3, 2010

Hello, Hello, Hello, Is There Anybody in There?

Hey universe, look at my brand new Magnate!
Last week my wallet hit rock bottom. With only like 10 million left in my stockings I was looking for a non-boring approach to earn some ISK in low security space apart from working night shifts at that hipster night club in Auga. Have you seen those rich FW alts flashing filthy trader main money lately?

Anyway. Also I felt I needed to improve on my probing speed if I want to catch some more mission runners so I saddled up a new Magnate for probing and set sail for unknown shores. I was looking for Radar Signatures but I didn't find any. Only a lot of Gravimetric and Ladar Sites. Moving on to Devoid I probed a wormhole in Sosan.

Well, I've never been in a wormhole and I was extremely curious, so I entered in my Magnate. And once again our investment into indian support staff for the Pator Tech School corp chat paid off: I got the advice to bookmark my entry point. Thanks guys!

The wormhole itself was pretty boring, except the Magnate was almost eaten by a pack of frigate NPCs at a belt. I decided to bring a Rifter (!) later to kite, kill and dissect them–for scientific reasons, not for cosmetics!

Hey universe, you've got a blister on your butt!
A few hours later and back with a MWD Rifter (which could do ridiculous speeds in there) I warped to the belt where I had seen the NPCs and played a little. Unfortunately they were flying close formation and I couldn't kite just one and finish him off with my 280mm Howitzers. I really tried for some time, but meh, maybe next time I should bring more tank and DPS. At least I got out with my Rifter in one piece.

GF wormhole. Next time I'll kick your butt!