Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The Industrialist

“Hey love...”

“Hey hun! So…how did it go??”

“It went well. As expected, I’m on a trial basis but it was pretty much a sure fire thing to get that at least. She’s already discu….”

“Wait a minute…she?” the woman on the screen spoke, her eyes narrowing at him slightly.

“Yes, it’s a she,” the man answered, a gentle chuckle rumbling through his throat. “No worries love. She may in essence be immortal but she’s still only half my age.”

“Hmm….but didn’t you already tell me she was Gallante?”

“Yes…she is…but..”

“Well then, that’s bad enough. We both know how free spirited and troublesome Gallante women can be. You watch yourself around her. I swear I will hunt…” She cut short as he burst out in full blown laughter. “It’s not funny,” she exclaimed with a pout, crossing her arms over her chest in a defiant stance.

“Yes it is,” he said, continuing to laugh. “You damn well know better than that, so stop pretending.”

“Oh….blah,” she sneered before a smile broke across her own face. “Still though, just be good.”

“You know I will be.”

“So when will you be home?”

He sighed and leaned back in his seat. “I’m afraid that won’t be for awhile. In fact, I’m not sure when exactly it will be. I mean, at present, I’m working on sorting and consolidating the assets here in Jita. Once I’ve got that accomplished, I’ve gotta pick up where her hauler pilot left off; sorting through bpo’s, doing some recon for possible locations to put up a POS, and possibly even doing a little market trading to get isk flowing here in Empire.”

Shrugging, he sat up a bit straighter, glancing over the reports splayed out on his work center’s screen.

“I’ll give the girl credit though. It definitely appears she’s done her research. I’ve got a listing of potential gear to put out buy orders for, along with what systems to buy and what systems to sell in, an entire and complete schematic for a POS setup, a complete skill training plan, along with a neural remap point, for the next 8 months, and a growing list of spreadsheets for tracking production and sales. This girl definitely shows that she knows how to run a business…. So what am I here for again??”

The woman laughed. “Planning is one thing darling. Doing is another. And she couldn’t hire a better man for the job.”

Grinning, ‘Wolf’ playfully lifted his nose to the air. “You’re just saying that cuz you’re my wife.”

“Yeah. You’re right. But if anything, at least you’ll get the skill injections from her. If things don’t work out, I’m sure you’ll be able to at least sell your services to someone else at the bazaar. “

“True. But alright. I gotta catch some sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Sounds good. Love you.”

“Love you too,” he said just before closing the vid link and slipping away to find the warm comfort of his bed.

Monday, September 28, 2009

Welcome Aboard

A knock on the door pulls Selina from her concentration. The paperwork massing on her desk had begun to overflow and she was finally just now sitting down to sort through it. This endeavor into the production side of life was quite mind boggling at times, but slowly she felt she was getting a handle on it. Lately, she’d been doing a lot of research and had come up with quite a few answers to her remaining questions about production, research, and everything else involved with ‘that side of life’. Soon, she should be ready to begin her own production and hopefully, soon after, start to see the results of her work flashing the wallet. It was, of course, going to take some time, effort and organization to track everything but it was something she was sort of looking forward to. It was a goal that she could focus on and create perhaps a steadier source of income and be far less dependant on the time consuming task of killing bounty clad pirates in the local belts.

However, after having done all the research, she realized it wasn’t something she was going to be able to do on her own. She needed an associate, a business and financial handler. She needed someone who could focus entirely on the company’s production and sales and eventually be able to transport the tons of resources and finished products from one place to another. To do this herself would take far too much time….time that could instead be spent on training her combat skills. She’d already spent perhaps too much time training to run some of the production….but to be truly efficient, she needed someone that could be more focused than she could allow herself to be. Thus, she’d put in a call to the various academies in Empire. She didn’t have the funds at present to hire an already trained pilot, so instead she resorted to hiring a fresh academy recruit. Besides, at least this way she would be able to train and focus the person entirely the way she wanted.

“Enter,” she called out.

The door slid open with a soft hiss and in walked a large Amarrian man. He was tall and stocky, a man well into his 50s with dark, neatly trimmed, through slightly receding, hair. Across his brow was implanted a standard Amarrian steel tattoo and his garb consisted of a tight necked, militant style uniform, common amongst the aristocratic, industrial executives of Amarrian society. The site of him, though, made her cringe a bit. Not because of his garb or attire but rather due to her all too familiar knowledge of their slave practices. Being Gallante, having been raised as a Gallante woman, her distaste for their practices were almost ingrained in her DNA…but at the same time, she definitely knew their ability to get things done….efficiently…

“Greetings m’am,” he started as soon as he entered the room. “My name is..”

“I don’t care what your name is. I already have all of your information here. Besides, too many ears in this place and frankly, I’d rather nobody knew of our association for the time being. Is that understood?”

“Yes M’am. Quite understood,” the man stated, his back straight, his eyes glaring just slightly.

“Look, it’s nothing personal. And I understand and have received notice of your reservations about working for me. This is your first time out of Amarr space, is it not?”

The man nodded slowly, his eyes turning curious.

“The fact is, from this point forward, it doesn’t matter whether you are Amarr, Galante, Caldari, or Minmatar. You are a pod pilot and possibly the soon to be executive officer of my industrial affairs…and that’s it. Both your income and mine will be intertwined. You will be responsible for running all empire based business affairs while I deal with things out in nullsec. All monetary transactions will be shared between our accounts. You pull from the pot as needed, just as I will. I can return to Empire whenever need be, but I can’t be in two places at once, so I would prefer to keep my presence there to a minimum. Is that clear?”

Again the man nodded, the glare having left his face. “Yes M’am. Very clear.”

“Good. Now please, though you will be working for me, understand as well that you are not what I would consider my employee. You are my business associate. Plain and simple. However, until you are at a point of being self sufficient, basically when production is in full swing, I will be supplying you with all the isk needed to get things going. What skills do you have training at present?”

“Currently all the base learning skills, M’am.”

“Please, stop calling me that. You’re more than welcome to call me Selina. And as for skills, that’s perfect. I will look into purchasing the advanced skills for you as soon as I get a chance. By my calculations, we should have those pretty much done before the medical staff’s timers expire, stating its no longer safe to train you at the increased neural speed. From there, we’ll get you into a Hauler for doing the basic stuff and then work on getting your production skills to an advanced level, followed by your trade skills. After that, we will stay focused on your training for jump freighters with an emphasis on the freighter piloting abilities first, and finally, look into training you to fly an Orca. Beyond the Orca...….well…we’ll look into that when the time comes. The production, trade and jump freighter is your main objectives. That alone will probably take you the better part of a year.”

“Sounds good to me,” he states, his demeanor seeming to finally relax.

Selina sits for a moment, looking at him in contemplation. “Understand, you’re still on trial. Concord has given me the right to train you for 21 days before I’m required to get you a full pilot’s license. I already know there are some skills I will not be able to supply to you while you’re on trial, based on Concord regulations, but I will see how far I can go and we’ll work from there. When your trial period expires, I’m sure I’ll have a more concrete decision as to whether I want to take you on fully. Basically, I just want time to decide if you are the right decision for me.”

The man slowly nods. “I quite understand and am very appreciative of this chance you’re giving me. I will do my best not to let you down.”

Selina smiles and finally stands, extending her hand to the man. “Well then,” she says as he takes her hand. “Welcome aboard. Oh, and from here on out, your code name, a sort of call sign I will always refer to you as, shall be Wolf.”

The man grins, obviously pleased by the nickname. “Sounds good to me.”

“Well good, again, welcome aboard Wolf. Be sure to speak with my hauler pilot, Ailiana, on your way out. She’ll get you set up with whatever you need as well as the location and access to our industrial storage hanger. Otherwise, you’re dismissed.”

“Yes M’am,” he says before turning and slipping quietly out the door.

Once the door closed, Selina plopped back into her seat, rubbing her temples. She sure as hell hoped she was making a wise decision. But either way, it was certainly worth a shot.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Clueless Endeavors

"Begin recording...

"I really have no idea what I'm doing. And am I odd for saying I find it to be quite comical?

"Basically, I’m nearly finished training up all the skills to a suitable level for building. As per my usual though, I’m now questioning myself and wondering if it was really intelligent of me to train myself for this. I don’t have an “associate” like many do (although I once did) so I pretty much do everything on my own. I did take a small amount of time away from my own training, to train up my hauler pilot. However, the gal is really only trained just enough to transport any materials to and from our staging base in Empire. Otherwise, she has pretty much no other skills. I mean, I brought her on-board my roster before the new pilot academy system was put into effect, so she at least had a base set of skills to work off of. But beyond the minimum knowledge in Minmatar combat systems, and the skill to fly her Amarrian hauler, she knows little else. And I have no intention or desire in the near future to train her any further as it would inhibit my own training too much.

"So the reason for this brainstorm is that I’m considering hiring a new associate to be a focused industrial coordinator. This is, for the most part, what my previous associate was, but he was focused more on mining as well as exploration than actually building anything. A true prospector if you will. In hiring a new associate, I would want a character focused entirely on industrial skills for both building, as well as training up the skills needed to eventually fly a jump freighter. This leaves me with the question of either train one up myself or just get up the money to buy an already trained character from the eve-o forums… For now though, I think I’ll just wait a bit and see how things work out with doing it myself to build.

"Biggest hurdle will be finding a place to do the material and time efficiency research. I can see it being rather difficult to find that here in 0.0 without setting up my own POS. But a POS, after some thought, is a burden I really don’t think I want right now. So I may just look into a few quiet, remote, low sec stations. HOWEVER, that in and of itself creates some problems and is thus the reason why I’ve started considering getting an associate. If I have to do all my research in empire, it could seriously inhibit my ability to be an active, reliable member for my corporation. Having my research done so far away will require me to jump clone back and forth quite regularly. Due to the 24 hour cool down period between jump cloning, this means there may be a lot of days where I won’t be able to respond to any spur of the moment CTAs or home defense.

"But again, this is all initial thinking and I’ll get it all figured out eventually.

"As for BPOs….well I already have a rather significant amount of BPOs piling up in my hanger. It’s taken a fair amount of traveling to gather all that I currently have, and I still have a few more I want to get. Problem is that I’m having a tough time locating them all. I’ve mostly been focusing on the original, seeded locations to purchase the BPOs as this is generally the cheapest price, as well as the most focused locations, for an entire category of BPOs I’m looking for. However, a few of the BPO categories I’m seeking are being a bit elusive. There just doesn’t seem to be a good, solid reference as to which corporation I can find a particular BPO from.

"Ahh well, I’m actually kind of enjoying this little treasure hunt.

"End recording."

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

You Wascally Wabbit!

“Systems check.”

“All systems online and fully operational.”

“Roger that. Set the nav computer to home ladies and gents. We’re getting the hell out of here!”

A chorus of “aye” could be heard over Selina’s neural ship comms as the crew turned to their stations, ready for the journey.

“Initiate warp sequence.”

And with that, the Ishkur frigate and its crew lurched forward, rocketing through space, bent on returning home….. or to die trying.
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“They’re on the run!”

“Who?!”

“KIA. They had a small gate camp set up in U-6. We just broke it up and now they’re on the run.”

“Ahh, roger that. I’m just a few jumps out from y’all. What’s their direction of travel?”

“We’re not entirely sure. Working on that now.”

Selina, noticing a flicker in another portion of her mental view, shifted her ‘eyes’ and mentally smiled to herself.

“No need pilot. They’re here, in my system LC. And you’re right. They do appear to be on the run,” she said as she watched the local pilot numbers trickle up and then start to drop again before the last of them had even entered system. Well this was certainly an opportunity she wasn’t about to pass up. “I’m warping to their outbound gate, VNPF. Try to see if I can lock one or two of them down.”

“In warp to the gate as well, Selina,” another pilot from her alliance announced.

Slowly the distance and the local numbers trickled down as her ship approached the gate until finally, the warp bubble collapsed. Her alliance mate, in another Ishkur, appeared to have landed just before her and was already moving to engage a straggling lone Jaguar. At first it appeared the Minmatar frigate was going to engage. Maybe if Selina had arrived only a few seconds later, he would have, but with the appearance of a second Ishkur, Selina’s Ishkur, he quickly disengaged and turned to run. Sadly for him because although he narrowly escaped certain doom at the hands of two Ishkurs… he was now trapped in the system.

A couple times Selina and the other Ishkur pilot nearly had him, chasing him from one place to the next, but each time narrowly missing him. She couldn’t help but chuckle and ‘tip her hat’ to the poor rabbit. For about 30 minutes they played this game. Occasionally he would make it out of the system only to return a moment later after seeing other ships on the other sides of the gates. Finally, after unsuccessfully being able to lock him down, she decided to just let him go and move on. The call of a nice hot dinner and a plush warm bed was becoming too much to ignore.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Sleeping in the Enemy’s House

Having checked the day prior, Selina had read an alliance mail of an early morning CTA. No particular goal in mind, it was claimed to be a simple roam, hoping to get some nice kills in. When the time came however, the CTA was called off and instead, a small gang of about 20 to 25 pilots decided to go for a long roam anyways.

Powering up the systems of her Ishkur, she undocked and made her way to the rally point. It had been quite some time since she’d been on any organized roams and she was determined to fulfill that growing need for blood and destruction. This particular fleet consisted of mostly smaller ships; a few cruisers, interdictors, heavy assault cruisers, some battlecruisers and a small flight of frigates, hers included. It felt good to be back in her Ishkur and with the minimal numbers of frigates in the fleet, she expected she was going to be busy.

After they had gathered at the rally point, the destination system was given and they immediantly set out. Thirty-seven jumps, her navigation computer informed her, with much of that through Goon space. As much as she despised Goons, as much as she wanted to wipe them from the face of Eve and everything they stood for, it still made her a tad nervous to travel so far through the space they held sovereignty over. They were an enormous presence in 0.0 with perhaps the largest pilot roster currently in existance. They weren’t necessarily considered exceptional pilots, but their numbers certainly made up for it. And with so many numbers, they had the luxury of forming large fleets rather quickly. However, the beauty of it was the inevitable ability to find plenty of targets as well as a good fleet fight.

But anyways, for the first half of the roam, things went alright. Few significant targets were found except a passing Hurricane that was obviously set up for ratting. Sadly, Selina didn’t even get in close enough to let loose some of her dust covered ammo. The unfortunate pilot had decloaked on the far side of the gate from where she was and went down so fast that just as she’d got her disrupter on it, the ship went poof.

From that point forward, things took a definite turn for the worse…

It really was no fault of the Fleet Commander’s or a lack of skill in the fleet. Fact of the matter was they quite possibly of a spy amongst the fleet, relaying their position and heading. It was either that, or the nearly 40 man goon fleet waiting for them had Lady Luck flying their wing.

The scouts for Selina’s fleet reported the present danger and even after resetting their course and trying to evade, the enemy fleet always seemed to know where they were going and used their jump bridges to repeatedly get ahead. Inevitably, they became trapped in a system, outgunned and outnumbered. All they could do was run from one safe spot to another, hoping to evade at all costs the numerous scanner probes seeking them out. At one point, they counted roughly 20 combat scanner probes out, in an attempt to locate them in their safe spots.

Finally, the order was given for them all to power down their systems and wait a bit, hoping that perhaps their pursuers would get bored enough to leave, or at least become slightly lax, giving them an opportunity to escape. Eventually they did and after quickly powering back up, the fleet made a run for it. But as with before, the goon fleet jump bridged ahead of them and once more they were cut off. It was still a hopeless fight. so once again, the order was given to power down all but the most basic life support systems. A brief discussion ensued from which it was determined a set amount of time would be waited out. If they powered their ships up once again and found themselves still camped in the system, then they would just go down fighting. Either way, after unplugging herself from her pod, Selina got a bit caught up in a movie in the frigate’s rec room that she missed the designated time to make their escape.

“No worries,” she explained to the crew commander over her com link as she prepared for bed that evening. “It might be better to make our own run for home, flying solo, than to fly in a large, fairly noticeable fleet.”

Staring out the thick window as she laid down to sleep, the dark mass of Goon space beyond, she took a deep breath. “At least I hope….”

Friday, September 18, 2009

A New Era In Eve

They are calling it Dominion. They are calling it the emergence of sovereignty. They are reshaping capital fleets as we know it, tweaking the combat effectiveness of factional ships, boosting the capabilities of the assault frigates, pushing forward with the development of a new IGB (In Game Browser - and not entirely sure if that will be released with the next expansion), cleaning the feeds our camera drones give when viewing planets, and more…. All adding up to an entire revamping of what it is we are fighting for, and how we are fighting for it, out in the depths of nullsec and even in empire.

Back in March of this same year, a series of cataclysmic anomalies took place and we were introduced to what was termed Apocrypha. That alone brought not only a few changes, such as the massive overhaul of the probing system, but also the discovery of wormholes. Natural phenomenon that provided portals to systems previously unknown to the current population. It was here we discovered the lost race known as Sleepers, which in turn led to the development and introduction of what has been dubbed T3 technology. The face of our universe changed….but more than just changing, it grew. It was, as most believed, an epic alteration to the universe we knew.

Some went on with their regular schedules. Living out their busy lives in Empire or 0.0 with their regular doses of combat and/or production. Markets fluctuated but eventually settled back into a regular flow. Business went on as usual. For others, the dream of exploring strange, new, uncharted systems, finding an entire system they could call their own, prospecting for materials and salvage that could fatten their wallets… It was these things that drew them out of Empire to live amongst the unknown stars.

But that was then….and this is now.

Within only a year, the universe as we know it is about to change yet again. Much of what we knew will be wiped clean. And once more, we, the pod pilots of Eve, will be called upon to adapt…….or die.

I suggest you buckle your seat belts boys and girls, cause this is gonna be one hell of a ride!

Monday, September 14, 2009

'Building' My Combat Support Fund

I really need to focus myself more. I really really want to train up my gunnery skills. I mean, being in a 0.0 corp with what is in my opinion, crap skills for gunnery is just piss poor. Especially when I try to claim I'm a combat pilot. However, I allowed myself to get sidetracked once again...

In a previous post, I mentioned that I'm looking for ways to bring in more isk. I thank both readers, fellow writers, as well as some fellow corp mates for the advice. In terms of ratting, I learned where I was failing and after some adjustment to my tactics, saw a noticeable increase. However, as I said, I still allowed myself to get sidetracked.

I was also doing some research on the net and came across a few decent guides on how to be "industrious". Even when I first started out in Eve, contemplating all the various avenues I could take as a career, I paid almost no attention whatsoever to building things. I mean, I did…sort of…..but only because the academy instructors forced me to. Reality was that the whole science and industry area just boggled my simple brain.

Truth be known, my first thought when I set out in my rookie ship was to become a miner. It didn’t take long before I realized how insanely boring it was. (No offense to all the miner’s out there.) So then I tried exploration. It was going quite well until suddenly there was a revamp of the probing system and next I knew, the career profits that could be made from exploration sites took a nose dive…and that was IF you could even find any sites not already cleaned out. So then I focused entirely on running missions. While not as insanely dull as mining, after you have the right skills, and a decently fitted ship, it really is almost just as monotonous.

Now, I really did enjoy exploration. It was exciting to me to probe down sites that you wouldn’t normally see without the effort of hunting. It just became frustrating to narrow one down, warp in, only to find it’d already been cleaned out. Fortunately, it seems that the whole ‘probe rush’ has begun to subside and people have returned to their normal, asteroid and mission grinding routines. Thus, I think it’s become a little more viable as an occupation. (key words being ‘I think’). As I mentioned before, I might still go ahead and set myself up a remote base of operations in low sec to run exploration sites.

HOWEVER, as I was saying, I came across a couple guides the other day on how to build things. After doing a little bit of in-depth research on what it would take to build a few particular items…I realized it really wouldn’t take me long at all to get the skills necessary to make some objects proficiently. I mean, I wouldn’t be able to invent and build the t2 variants…. but frankly, I’m not too concerned with that right now. Maybe someday in the future, like say after I finish my hybrid gunnery skills, but not right now. Besides, the t1 variants sell for a decent enough price (and god knows I got more than enough of the materials used to build them just lying around) that I believe if I make them and seed them in the right station markets, I could make a fairly decent chunk of change. If anything, it will at least be an interesting project to focus on. So yeah, I’ve already diverted my training for the skills. At present, the plan shows about 10 to 15 days of training. Then, once I’ve got the skills finished, THEN I’ll finally be ready to remap my attributes and put my focus on my gunnery skills.

Pirate? ROFLMFAO

/begin rant.

I don't have a problem with pirates. I really, honestly, truly don't. I even gave a half-assed attempt at the pirate life myself a short time back while I was waiting on word about joining the nullsec corp I'm with now. I’ll admit it was a rather fail attempt but an attempt nonetheless. They swoop in, blow your ship to bits, loot your stuff, and then vanish as quickly as they appeared. Generally they fly small frigates and cruisers, opting for the quick hit and fade. Other times you'll find em in large groups with large ships, hurtling themselves mercilessly at anything that doesn't run or run away fast enough. I tip my hat to a lot of them, for both their skill and their prowess to be able to survive on such an existence. Not only survive....but thrive.

However, there are some out there calling themselves pirates that really get under my skin. To me, it's these people who tarnish the title of pirate. Frankly, in my opinion, they're not pirates at all but rather just posers who want numbers rather than quality for their killboards.

This is the second time this incident has happened to me so yeah. Maybe I’m shedding some so-called frustrated carebear tears over it, but it really is just pathetic.

What I’m talking about it is the slackers sitting at stargates in low sec, smart bombing rookie ships, shuttles and frigs coming out of warp at gates.

It seems to be a growing trend since I’ve been seeing it a lot more often lately. A trend I believe to be rather craptastic. I mean, if you do it on occasion for shits and giggles, fine. Whatever floats your boat and I wouldn’t be sitting here griping about it now even if I did find it annoying. But take for instance the guy who blew apart my haulers rookie ship this past weekend….

Quick story goes...I’d put a few +1 implants I’d obtained over time from doing low level missions into the hold of a freebie rookie ship and set out. She was headed from Jita to Heimatar to meet up with an old friend who recently got his pilot’s license. It’s not much, and generally worthless to me as I’ve got like a dozen of each implant type just sitting in my hanger there in Jita, but I figured a few implants would be quite helpful to him to stimulate his learning. I decided to set the course to go through the lowsec systems near Jita since I was in a free ship, and carrying nothing but 4 cheap implants. I wasn’t worried at all about losing em if I got caught somehow. If I was worried, I would’ve had no problem taking the long route….but again, didn't really care.

Anyways, keeping this story short, I got bombed coming out of warp at the second to last gate of the shortcut. Fortunately, 3 of the 4 implants went poof along with my ship so he didn’t get much out of it and all it really did was cause me to take an express trip back the six systems to Jita and make the trip again. The second time I simply avoided that particular gate and made it to my destination without a second incident.

Now, for the sake of not giving him whatever bit of glory or hard-on he gets from it, I’m refraining from mentioning his name but I will say he belongs to the Negative Ten corporation. And I mention this fact only because I found it rather funny that more than half of the people I saw from their corporation that day weren’t even negative five, this buffoon included. Anyways….in my usual fashion, I couldn’t help myself. Instead of running away in my pod like most probably would, I instead sat there, at the gate with him, making fun of him from my pod over local. Especially when he gloated about having the one implant that survived the wreck, as well as his fail attempt at smart bombing me in my pod. But then what really got me was when I check this guy’s killboard and see that a VERY large portion of his “kills” are frigs, shuttles, pods and rookie ships by….wouldn’t you guess…smart bombs!

For the love of the Eve gods….what is happening to pirates these days???

/end rant.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Show Me the Iskies!

So I was actually able to undock for the first time in what would seem like forever. Okay...not really forever but still, it was a rather lengthy bit of time.

I'd particularly set this weekend aside for Eve as the tournament began this week and so far it seems to be kicking off to a great start. Not so much for my own alliance as admittedly we got pummelled in our first match but ahh well. Our team had a decent setup in my opinion, just that their opponents came with something better.

As for my own activities while this was going on, I did jack into the ship in just enough time to hear of a POS defense fleet in effect. Seems Brick Squadron had decided to put one of our own POS's into reinforced mode. I didn't make it in time for most of the action, although I guess there never was much...but after hopping in the Megathron, I undocked and headed to the system anyways along with another pilot named S3V3N in a battleship as well and an inty pilot (whose name I forgot, apologies) scouting for us through the 9 or so jumps. Unfortunately, we made it just in time to meet up with the main fleet for the roam back to our home system. The bricks did manage as we were leaving to put a small fleet together to trail behind us on our way home but pretty much kept their distance, only hoping to pick off any stragglers.

I had to take care of a few errands after that, so once again, i missed another fleet op but ahh well. I spent the rest of the weekend attempting to earn back some of the money I spent on my move out to nullsec.

Speaking of which...I'm going to have to look into other means of isk making. I mean, in roughly the 8 or 9 hours of ratting, i made about 120 million in bounties and picked up a lot of nice loot and salvage but that's a lot of time spent making...well...not the huge sums of money I had heard could be made living the 0.0 life. I've never done a 0.0 plex so I might hunt down one of those and give it a try but I've heard they can be quite difficult to manage solo.

The other thing I've considered is moon mining. Though I haven't the foggiest idea how that works. As I understand it, you set up a tower, put some moon thingamajigs up next to it, set up some defenses, some silos, and give it fuel. Somehow though that just seems a little too simple.... :/ Besides the fact I don't even know what skills I'd need to operate all this and even if I did figure all that out, what the hell am I going to do with the minerals a tower might mine when I can't even fly a hauler bigger than an Iteron I?

Meh...I'll try the plex thing. See how that goes first before I start looking at industrial endeavors. I'm currently finishing the training for Energy Management V to be able to train thermodynamics, thus able to overheat my modules. After that, though, I have Survey and one other somewhat lengthy skill I intend to train to use hacking and archaeological modules. I mean, I don't mind running plexes with corpmates and friends, but I would like to find things I can do solo given the vast majority of my corp mates are mostly European based timezone while I myself am American. If I can't run 0.0 plexes solo, then I just may set myself up a jump clone in a quiet sector of low sec to run plexes in. I can think of a few places that might be great for that...

Note to self though...may need to work a bit more on my probing skills given the amount of time it's taken me in the past to narrow down those sites....

Any other thoughts though would be appreciated! :)