It’s been a while since the last post, being quite busy in real life. But now I have holidays. One week in New Eden (and a few nights on tour with my band).

What to do in New Eden when you have a lot of time? PvP of course. But PvP costs some money and where can you get it from? Ratting for example. It has some advantages, especially if you are building your rigs and ships. As I have two accounts, Spezialistin pewpews in a drake and I, Doc, follow her with my Pew-Salvage-TractorBeam-Hurricane. This way you receive much needed materials, collecting bounties at the same time. But: Ratting is boring. Why not plexing?

I didn’t do too many plexes till now. When I flew one, I always had an experienced corpmate with me who was able to tank the sometimes insanely dps pounding on his ship. At least when flying a 8/10 or 10/10. Now it was time for me to do one on my own. Spezialistin has a heavy tanked drake with a nice shield-recharge rate, whereas I have a lot of gank on my Drake. Perfect combination. I spent the whole afternoon scanning for plexes. Quickly I found one in C-F, but it was already occupied. After losing 4 Sisters Core Combat probes due to a bug, I cancelled probing and attended our local gatecamp to blow off some steam about the loss. No luck there as well. It was time for dinner. The water for the spaghettis was about to cook. I just had the time to scan two or three systems. Although I had little hope to find something, I jumped into my Heron to scan down the pipe from T-Z to TVN. There are five systems on my way and if nothing’s there, my EVE-day is done.

First system: Nothing! Second system: Cosmic Signature… I quickly nailed the sig down. A 6/10 Guristas Fortress plex. YES! After the confirmation that the guys in local haven’t found it yet, I ordered Spezi to bring her Drake to the acceleration gate. I flew back to get into my dps-Drake. Time for a premiere: I’ll do a plex on my own for the first time. Spezi easily tanked the dps and I quickly destroyed all those Guristas, keeping the Dread Gurista BS to end. He had two nice little presents for me: Spezialistin Speaks! An escalation and a Dread Gurista Ballistic Defelection Field. Present No.1 for this day!

A space shuttle-wreck in the Esca.2 pocket. Was Neil Armstrong here?

The escalation was in a system next to TVN, so no worries. The enemies where no problem at all. But what was that? Another Dread Gurista? Present No.2: A Crystal Omega. I didn’t know anything about that implant, so I asked a corp-mate how much it was worth. He just returned an a**hole through the coms. 980 Mio. ISK. I was totally knocked down. And do you guess it? Spezi spoke again. Escalation No.3 was in Razor-space. As they are blue to us I wouldn’t get into trouble up there, except that the journey would lead me through Venal which is quite hot nowadays.

I decided to wait until one o’clock ET, to let the area cool down a bit. After having a nice little roam with Bongalonga and L’assasine, destroying a Maelstrom in P3E, it was time to go to RZR-land. Nothing much to say about Escalation No.3, except…… Another Dread Gurista showed up. He dropped some smaller modules, worth round 30 Mio. ISK. And another (final) escalation. This time 5 jumps away in Venal. Actually it was quite a relief as I once flew a final escalation in a “Solar Fleet Dead End Station”-system with a few mates. This was quite a thrilling experience as you can guess.

After I brought the modules to a safe station, I entered FHB in Venal. Waving hello to a fellow Morsus Mihi fleet passing thorugh, I bookmarked some safespots and finally made my way to the acceleration gate. The first pocked was cleared quickly. The moment I wanted to warp through the gate, a neutral entered the system. I didn’t want to be NPC-scrambled when there’s a neut nearby, so I waited and scanned for scanner probes. After five minutes another neut jumped in. I continued scanning for ten minutes but neither a single scanner probe, nor any of the neutral ships showed up on my scanner overview. 4:00 a.m. ET! Time to move into the final pocket.

Spezi really had to tank a lot of DPS there and her shield got down to 45%. But thanks to my Drake the NPCs where down after 15 minutes. Christmas time. Let’s open the present. The Pith Officer dropped a Pith A Explosion Dampening Field and tataaaaaaa: A Rattlesnake blueprint.

This is what I got after opening my gifts for this years’ October Christmas!

I finally realized that I was extremely lucky with my first solo-plex! Loot worth ’round two Billion ISK dropped. Now ratting isn’t needed anymore for a while and I can let a lot of my hurricanes get popped.

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It was a nice and relaxed monday evening when Naanook and I decided to take another try in expanding our roams to low-sec. In earlier attempts we either got blown or returned safely to Rens, but without the highly anticipated kill. Over and over again we had to refuse our crews to paint any low-sec killmarks on the fuselages of our Rifters.

A few days ago the stereotypic monotony of scanning and warping through the belts without receiving a reward would finally come to an end. We safely arrived at our favourite scanning spot in Amamake when local was filled with loads of experienced capsuleers. But also several young pilots were trying their luck as well (like us). Setting the scanner to 360° we detected several frigs in the system, the favourite prey for our wolfpack. Narrowing down the scanning cone, we were able to track a Rifter at Amamake VI, Belt 3. Since Naanook did a nice scouting-job before it was on me to hop into the system to try a nice little tackle manouver on our potential opponent. Slowly my senses returned after the exhausting jump and I could feel the presence of the other frigate. Just 30km away the enemy Rifter approached my position. And so did I. Full throttle and afterburner engaged I burnt in his direction, informing Naanook of the current situation. “I guess he is looking for a fight, mate! Get ready to warp on me!” Spiralling in, I targeted his hull and engaged my autocannons when I arrived at a comfortable orbit of about 1000m. His guns answered my declaration of war and we slowely chew through each others shields.

Naanook was already on his way, when all of a sudden a strange feeling overwhelmed me. The stars began to flicker and my consciousness began to fade. With a bang I was drawn into a parallel universe that I usually experience when I lay asleep in my hangar dreaming. But now  I was in the midst of a fight. Not the best situation to lose control over your mind and body. When I regained consciusness, I realized that I was sitting in a darkened room facing a prehistoric monitor. One of those models, commonly used in the beginning of the 21st century. The weird thing was: I could still hear Naanook via the intercom yelling at me. He arrived at the battlefield just to discover my Rifter not being under my control anymore. Without any hesitation he instantly engaged the opposing Rifter. While I struggled to find my way back to Amamake, he informed me about another Rifter entering the belt. He got targeted and pounded by several rounds of EMP S Charges, but the second Rifter couldn’t do too much damage. Bravehearted Naanook was able to survive both of them. Still….

I had a closer look at the monitor I was facing and discovered a small button called “login”. Well I guess I don’t have any other option: I firmly pressed the button. With a remarkable delay I suddenly found myself back in my Rifter. But where was Naanook and the two enemies? Still trying to figure out what happened, the engines of my ship went back on with a roar. Somehow my computer autobookmarked the scene of event before and warped me directly into the midst of a raging duel. Kinski II, my little Rifter had suffered severe structural damage when I was absent, but that wouldn’t discourage me from attacking the second enemy pilot. Unfortunately we forgot to tackle the guy. He warped out.

“F***!” I thought. “Still no kill!” But then … Naanook had a nice surprise for me: It seemed like I laid the final blow on the capsuleer frigate that I initially tackled. My ship (and Naanook of course) did a brillant job while I was floating around in this strange parallel universe called Real Life! Finally we had our first kill in low-sec.

A mail to our crews was sent, ordering them to prepare everything to engrave this killmark into our Rifter’s fuselages. Slowly our experience grows in this universe called New Eden! Fly reckless capsuleers and watch out for the Order Of IX!

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