Monday, April 20, 2015

Entosis Links - Now With 66% Less Trololololol

CCP are really taking on board players comments and concerns with Fozzie Sov. The revised thinking on the Entosis link has been posted on the forums and its looking good. They are aiming for the ideal of "Whoever controls the grid, wins" as opposed to "Whoever is the best kiter wins".

Concern - You can just sit a Capital on the capture point and win!
Solution - Capital ships have a role bonus that increases the module cycle time by 5x. Therefore that capital will be stuck there unable to warp, jump or escape for 25 minutes after activating a T1 link module. Not a great plan in the enemies space. Even with the T2 version, 10 minutes is a long time to have your capital sat vulnerable and unable to escape. Remember that the first cycle is just a warm up. A capital with a T1 link will need 50 minutes to affect the structure.

Concern - Trollolololol Interceptors will dominate
Solution - The link now adds between 250,000 and 1,000,000 mass when online. Note that is not activated, that s online. Like a plate. Your Trollololololceptor probably moves like its flying in treacle when one of these is fitted.
Outcome - You are going to lose that Trollolololceptor often. Add on the cost of the link and fuel and it will be a fairly expensive troll.

Concern - Kitey ships will still dominate
Solution - To be kitey you need the T2 version. That requires 100 powergrid. Not easy for a frigate or destroyer to fit.
Outcome - When you are buying Cynabals to throw away, you might ask how much trolling you are really doing!

Concern - Trolling by logging off deep in enemy territory and hitting the structures... Every. Bloody. Day.
Solution - The Entosis link now uses fuel in the form of Stront. You'll need to get a supply of fuel down there.
Outcome - You'll need two alts now instead of one. One in the Entosis equipped ship, the other in a cloaky industrial with a cargo of Stront. Additionally, will stront be in more demand? Less sieged dreadnoughts now HP grinding is no more but lots of entosis links? How will that affect Stront demand?

The actual stats currently (and very subject to change) are:-

T1 Entosis Link:
Base 5 minute cycle time and 25km range, costing ~20m isk
Requires Infomorph Psychology 1
+250,000 mass when online
5 Minute Cycle Time, 25km range
10 PWG, 1 CPU
50 Capacitor per cycle (0.1666 cap/s)
Consumes 1 Stront per cycle

T2 Entosis Link:
Base 2 minute cycle time and a 250km range, costing ~80m isk
Requires Infomorph Psychology 4
+1,000,000 mass when online
2 Minute Cycle Time, 250km range
100 PWG, 10 CPU
500 Capacitor per cycle (4.166 cap/s)
Consumes 1 Stront per cycle

Sunday, April 19, 2015

SCASSSS - New POS Bubble

They might not be around a full year with the new structures coming, but CCP have upgraded the POS bubble effect. Must say it does look rather good!

Friday, April 17, 2015

When its Not Really Murder

Friday fiction! A word of warning. This is certainly a story containing very adult themes. So under 18's and people who are not interested in Eve-O fiction, please use this escape pod!

When its Not Really Murder

Lellevoire cruised down the wide street slowly. This was the real bad part of the city. Old semi-industrial with cheap housing. The huge space-elevator dominated the skyline even at this late at night. The green-yellow of the Gallente nebula casting a long shadow over half the city. His old vehicle slid silently down the street. His wife had constantly asked why he didn't get a new one, one of the new mag-lev cruiser-cars. As the aging police chief for an upscale district he could certainly afford one. He always told her there was no need and they had better things to spend their money. I reality it was because a new vehicle would stick out like a sore thumb when he did these trips to the shit-end of town. He needed a vehicle that blended in.

He passed two homeless men drunkenly trading punches beside some over-flowing bins. A little further an old woman wearing several coats was pushing a trolley of crushed Quafe cans along the pavement. The Gallente Federation was a beacon of hope, freedom and opportunity in New Eden, but like any society it had its highs and it had its lows. This area was very much home to the later. The headlights of his vehicle illuminated something of interest ahead. A young woman stood by the intersection. Her micro-skirt hardly covering the curve of her backside. Lellevoire slowed as he passed and she looked hopefully at him. Probably late teens and also probably a flood-head by the look of her. Mindflood was a terrible narcotic and took a heavy toll on those addicted to it. However it wasn't the drugs that put him off. He sped up again.

Lellevoire passed a few more girls. All the same. Eager to sell their bodies for the next fix. Mindflood, exile, synth blue pills, everyone of these had their poison. He cruised past them all. Gallente, Matari, even a few Caldari. Not of interest to him. Then he saw her. His heart started to race. Unlike the others she had very little on show. White sneakers that were now grey with dirt and grime. Jeans and a thick jumper covered her up and kept her warm. She wasn't stood by the road, but leaning against a wall between two dumpsters. He slowed to a crawl as he approached. Yes, she looked like what he was looking for.

"Hey. Come here." he called from the open window as he stopped adjacent to her.

She looked both ways down the street. Carefully assessing the situation. She appeared scared and unsure. He guessed she'd not been on the streets for very long. Eventually she took a few steps forward, still nervously glancing up and down the street.

"I have an apartment not far from here. Warm food, warm bed." Lellevoire said producing a roll of cred-notes. They were all low denomination but the cash looked impressive from a distance.

The girl didn't move.

"Up to you." he said leafing through the thick wad.

"How much?" she asked in an unsure voice.

"How old are you?" he asked in reply.


Lellevoire laughed.

"Darling. If you are 18 then I'm President Jacus Roden. How old are you really?"

"16" she whispered.

"Really?" he ask. She stared at the ground and nodded.

"500 credits." he said casually.

He saw her face light up, she tried to hide it, but there was no mistaking that look in her eyes. 500 credits was a fortune to these girls and was generally seen as enough to get off the streets unless you shot it up your nose or into a vein. With that money you could get a cheap room for a couple of weeks, some new clothes and therefore potentially a job. It was a sizable amount of money. Still she hesitated. Lellevoire guessed she hadn't sold herself yet. This was getting better and better he thought.

"Last chance." he said hoping to force her into action. He eased the throttle so the car rolled forward slowly.

"OK" she said sadly and got into the passenger side of his vehicle.


Lellevoire's local apartment was sparsely furnished. He paid cash monthly and used a false ID to rent it. If anyone ever found out about the place he'd say it was for an undercover operation. He'd even created a false file back at the station. A fake tip on a drug-running operation in the warehouse opposite the apartment. He'd added in something about the snitch saying they had a source in the department. If the apartment was traced back to him he had a rock solid alibi why he was renting it and why nobody else on the force knew about the operation.

He was in the small kitchenette heating a Quafe Mini Meal in the rad-heater. He'd eaten back at the station so this was just for her. He could hear the shower still running. He'd showered when they got back leaving her to watch the small holoprojector. After he'd finished and wrapped himself in a towel he'd told her to clean up and handed her a robe.

He put the steaming meal on the table as she came out of the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped in a towel and the large robe engulfed her small frame. Lellevoire gestured for her to eat. She sat down and started to devour the meal. She was obviously very hungry. She occasionally glanced at the 500 credits on the table as she ate. 

As she finished he sat down next to her. He felt her tense up. She was scared. He picked up the money and handed it to her.

"Here, this is yours"

She held onto the money tightly as he slowly pulled on the belt of her robe opening it up. A single tear running down her cheek.


Two hours later Lellevoire finished filling the bath. He left the bathroom and went back to the bedroom. The girl was still asleep. He gently shook her.

"Come on. Lets get you cleaned up."

She looked at him confused through sleepy eyes and stood as he took her hand and led her into the bathroom. He carefully lifted her into the warm water. She slipped down into the bath tub's scented water. Lellevoire smiled at her before grabbing her throat and pushing her under the water. She thrashed and struggled but it was no use. He knew what he was doing. He had done it many, many times before. The travel trunk was already in the corner of the bathroom. He'd put the body in there after and then take it to the car. Then it was a three minute drive to dump her corpse off the nearby bridge. Another runaway who couldn't cope with life on the streets anymore had taken her own life by jumping into the freezing river. He couldn't risk letting them live. One or two recognizing him would be laughed off as crims trying to frame the police chief. But if several made the same allegation people might start asking difficult questions. No, once he'd had them, they needed to disappear for good. After a minute the struggling slowed. After two there was no movement. He kept her head under for a full five to be sure.

He was dragging the heavy trunk across the living room when there was a heavy knock at the door. He walked over and opened it a crack. Two of his officers were stood there.

"Chief." one said.

"Officer Buillaerdt, what are you doing here?"

The two officers glanced nervously at each other.

"I think I better answer that." said a woman's voice.

Lellevoire saw a suited woman in her early 30's. She flashed a badge.

"Ident Barcier from I.A. Can I come in?"

Lellevoire swallowed hard.

"No. What's this about?" he asked blocking the door.

"Look Chief Lellevoire. I've had a really bad night and really could use a sit down. I'm been cloned into the body of a young girl, spent several hours shivering on a freezing street, been picked up by a sicko pervert, had some pretty boring, uninteresting and generally dire sex and then I was murdered in a bath tub. So if its all the same to you, I'm coming inside."

The Chiefs legs nearly gave way. He backed up into the apartment and the woman entered followed by the two officers who blocked the door.

"The Templar Prototype implant is a nightmare to get official clearance to use." Ident said settling down on the sofa "So much red tape. Also clones are ridiculously expensive! However given the way these murders were being investigated we were pretty sure someone in the force was behind them. The head of AI needed to shuffle the budget and call in some favors but we got there".

Lellevoire slumped in his chair. He'd heard about these implants. Used by Cloned Soldiers, they transferred the consciousness at the moment of death to another clone. Unlike traditional cloning technology it didn't need the user to be completely immobile or use large neural scanning equipment.

"You know this will be the first time in the Federation a murder victim will present evidence at the murder trial." Ident said with a laugh. "Problem is with me giving evidence is that the prosecutor needs to think whether we can actually charge you with anything from tonight. Oh I'm sure now we have sufficient evidence to get warrants we'll be able to track your car and datapad movements to each girl we've fished out of the Halala river in the last year. Oh an nice fail by using scented bath oil when you drowned them. I'm guessing we'll find that brand in the lungs of all the victims right?"

A man in a uniform entered. Lellevoire glanced at him but didn't recognize the insignia.

"Where is the implant?" he asked in an urgent tone.

Lellevoire just stared at the trunk in the middle of room.

"I think you'll find the clone in that trunk there. Lellevoire, this is Commander Chalir Jasson from Concord Special Operations Division. They loaned us the implant for this operation. As it is Empyrean technology the Commander has had to accompany it everywhere."

Lellevoire said nothing. He was numb. He was finished.

As I was saying, the City Prosecutor is thinking if we can actually charge you with anything for tonight's little activities. Its quite fascinating when you think about it. You had sex with a clone that was only one week old even though it was grown to resemble a teenage version of me. Do we go on the age of the clone? In that case every capsuleer in New Eden would have to be arrested if we went on clone age! How about the mental age? The consciousness in the body was that of a 30-something grown woman. So is that statutory rape? Is it sex with a minor officially given it was me inside the body? Then you killed it, which is the bit that really makes your brain ache. My consciousness was transported to a new clone of my older body and I'm alive. So did you actually murder anyone? Yes you killed that clone, but I'm alive and I was that clone so nobody died. Geez, just imagine a jury trying to wrap their heads around these issues. Its up to the prosecutor but I'm going to recommend we just use tonight to prove what a fracking perverted monster you are and charge you with the other murders that can be pinned to you. Its been a long night. These two officers will escort you home, and I'm not talking about the place where your wife and kids are. We've got you a lovely new home on asteroid penal colony X43-G, after the judge denies bail at your hearing tomorrow of course."

Lellevoire stood emotionless and was promptly cuffed and escorted away.


"You cannot do this." Lellevoire whispered. He jumped as another heavy gate crashed closed behind him. They stopped before another barred gate as the warden opened the lock with the DNA scanner.

"Sorry 'Chief' there are no solitary cells left so you're in general population. With any luck no one will recognize you!"

Lellevoire looked in horror as they stopped at the last gate. The inmates were all looking at the newcomer as the guards opened the final gate to the central recreation area.

"Look, your trial is in three months. From what I hear its open and closed but your brief might be able to get you sent to a special unit for your own safety. Keep your head down for 12 weeks and for your sake don't mention you are a disgraced police chief and a kiddy-fiddler." the guard told him loudly shoving him into the room.

Lellevoire looked at him in horror. It took him a few seconds to realize the entire room had fallen silent. He turned around slowly as he felt a presence behind. Two huge muscled Matari Brutors stood too close, looking down on him.

"I'm first" said one.

"No way man. You ruin them with that thing you're packing. I'm first while he's still tight."

"Yeah, not many asses can take the Ragnarok!" the hulking man replied laughing and grabbing his crotch.

Lellevoire want to cry.

"I'll go first and give you three packs of smokes." said the one to the left.




A muscled armed grabbed Lellevoire by the shoulder in a vice-like grip.

"That ass better be worth four packs you sick nonce pig!"

With that Lellevoire did indeed start to cry as his purchaser led him towards his cell.

Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Boosters - On Grid or Off?

The good old fleet booster debate was going on last weekend on Twitter. Should they be on-grid or remain off-grid? CCP has said that making them on-grid only is fraught with technical challenges. In my opinion they will also become the new Falcons. Primary for everything. To be honest we don't need to spend a huge amount of time and resources fixing the on/off grid problem. There are plenty of mechanics already in game we can utilize to 'fix' off grid boosting.

So what is the problem?

Some see it is a problem others don't. Its the old Eve-O way, there is always a better way to pimp your ride.

You bring a T1 frigate, I'll being a faction frigate. You fit T1 modules, I'll fit T2. You fit T2 modules, I'll fit Faction Modules. You fit Faction Modules, I'll fit Deadspace Modules. You pop a standard pill, I'll pop a strong pill. You fit low-grade implants, I'll fit high-grade.

The issue with boosters is they cost nothing and don't show up on any killmail. Therefore you are getting a massive boost with minimal risk. How big a boost? Lets get Drack into a Hookbill. First I fit it standard, mostly T2 with meta scram and double web. A typical fit.

Normal Fit (empty head)
146hp per 3.0 sec repped (48.66 per sec), 2712 EHP, 1262m/sec, 8.6km scram, 10km webs.

Same Fit (empty head) with Command Ship Booster
146hp per 2.2 sec repped (66.36 per sec), 3449 EHP, 1421m/sec, 10km scram, 12km webs.

So can I get an unboosted ship to equal those stats by upgrading the modules?

A full set of high-grade Crystal implants I get 224hp per 3 sec repped (74.66 per sex) - However if I get podded thats two and a half billion ISK down.
A Republic Fleet Warp Scrambler will give me same point range... for 140m
Two Caldari Navy Stasis Webifiers will give me same web range... for 80m
T2 extender rigs give me 2,818 EHP, nowhere near the boosted 3.5k... for 12m
A Gistii A-Type AB will give me an extra 2.5% on my unboosted speed... for 35m

I'm on my way to spending 3bn ISK on implants and modules and got... well an overpriced pod and Hookbill that is not as good as the 30m ISK one with a fleet booster by a long way. It reps better, but has less EHP, far slower and equal ewar.

In massive fleets battles on grid/off grid boosting is not an issue as both sides will probably have them. The main complaint about fleet boosters is how they effect solo and small gang warfare. In many situations like this the booster is parked on a station, gate, POS or safe spot and acts as a force multiplier with little or no risk if you are doing it right. The POS issue has been practically addressed last year when CCP stopped them activating inside a forcefield. To be honest I'd like to see CCP go a step further. Here are some 'easy' fixes for off-grid boosters if the on/off grid is a technical challenge.

1. Give Warfare Links 'Weapon-like' Timers
If you activate them, then you have to shut them down and wait a full minute after they stop before you can jump or dock. That really creates an issue for those 'soloists' who park their booster alt on a gate or station so they can jump through if someone aggresses them.

2. Make Warfare Links like Cynos In Regard to POS bubbles
You cannot activate them too close to the forcefield. This stops the link ship orbiting 100m outside the shield ready to duck in at the first sign of trouble. This will require them to be a bit further away from the safety net of the shield and putting them at greater risk. Obviously this will be automatically solved in 2015/16 with the removal of POS' (and therefore force-field bubbles? Something to think about with regard to the new structures).

3. Give Warfare Links a Mahoosive Signature Bloom When Active.
When active make warfare links give MWD style signature blooms making them a lot easier to probe down. Lore wise this can be explained by ships broadcasting huge amounts of data to the fleet members. This will make them very easy to find.

4. Put them on Kill Mails
Now this is likely to be more difficult. Same issues for logistics, did they ever sort that? If it was made so that if a person is on a KM then anyone who provided boosts to that person during the fight also appears on the KM. I'm guessing a lot of l33t solo guys may not want it revealed that they are not solo.... or l33t.

A few potential ways off-grid boosting could be made more balanced in terms of risk.

Monday, April 13, 2015

BB63 - Paint Me, Like One of Your Gallente Girls

Welcome to the continuing monthly EVE Blog Banters and our 63rd edition! For more details about what the blog banters are visit the Blog Banter page.

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Super Kerr Induced Nanocoating, new structures that can be fit like ships with modules, the promise of player built stargates... the ability to shape your space and change the look of your ships is finally coming to EVE. What other customization options of EVE would you like to have? What would you like to do to be able to shape space and environments? What would you like to change just for you in the client or in any 3rd party tools?

Let your desires run free in your imagination.

BB63 - Paint Me, Like One of Your Gallente Girls

We need to be careful with too much player customization. TTP for the Thorax is likely to be in the region of 3.65 seconds. CCP Punkturis will have a Hello Kitty skin in less time than that. We cannot give players full control over ship colours and the like, but we could make some improvements.

Rigs are the Millenium Falcon-esq customisation of New Eden. You take scrap parts from wrecks (salvage) to bolt them onto your ship. How about rigs showed up on the ship model. For example ACRs and CCCs result in cable runs snaking over your hull? Probably be a bit hard to do, but it would add an extra level of realism to rigging your ships!

Go Faster Stripes
As already stated, we cannot give players full control of ship colouring to prevent eye-sores flying around New Eden. However, what about decals and stripes? May be we could have a set number of colours we could use too (excluding the aforementioned Hello Kitty Pink ofc). Not full customisation of ship skins but a selection of different stripes and colours to provide uniqueness. These could be saved as official corp/alliance skins?

Corp and Alliance logos are an obvious one. However we really need to think about how we look at our ships. Would we be looking at or logo's that closely?

We already know the Advertisement Array will allow for flag planting and epeen waving. However the same should be done for all arrays. From drilling platforms to a one-man corps small offices. The colour, decals and most importantly, the logos should be flown with pride.

Then we have the CQ. I think we are far enough from post Incarna to look at some extra things here. Plus the missing social interaction will drive NeX sales. Rather than ship spinning you could hang out in the bar with your corpies waiting for the fleet to get ready.

This would make entering the CQ worthwhile. Who spends any money on vanity items really for their toon when nobody sees them? By encouraging social interaction you also encourage spending. More money for CCP is a good thing for Eve. With the new structures coming this could be made a thing!

In the CQ?
Custom furniture and decorations. Certificates to hang on the wall relating to skills? Trophy's of past battles? Propaganda posters for your corp or alliance?

In the Bar?
In NPC stations we could have corporation only bars to limit numbers. Enable customization to allow anything from a Matari Miners bar (space red-neck?) all the way to Amarrian Wine Bar (classy!)????. In player stations the sky is the limit.

There are options for customisation. However, given how we play the game the most visible ones will be outside the ship.

Sunday, April 12, 2015

SCASSSS - Framing Rixx

Finally found a shop with Rixx Javix poster sized frames! Out here in the desert it can be a bit tricky finding stuffz. Somethings are easy, sand and camels for example. Some are very hard, like poster-sized picture frames. Anyway, today I came across a shop with the right sizes! The other so called 'artwork' was ripped out of them and replaced with important internet spaceships.

Here they all are, ready to go up on the wall after the AC service guys have been in the week.

GP the cat likes Hurricanes apparently.

Friday, April 10, 2015

Brew Eden - Gallente vs Caldari

Fiction Friday! Escape pod here.

Brew Eden - Gallente vs Caldari

Deni sat down at her desk, she was tired. The large office was quiet at this late hour and she'd been on her feet most of the day.The Nugoeihuvi Brewing Company had been selected to create a new beer for the State to enter into a brewing contest between the four empires of New Eden. As Head of Beverages it was her job to make sure that they won. She glanced at the clock on the wall. 22:45 station time. By the time she'd checked her messages and approved the next few days roster it would be close to midnight. Then she'd have to get back to her modest one-bedroom apartment on station and then be back at her desk by 06:30. Such was life for a worker in the Caldari State.

Deni opened her messages. She spotted it immediately. Another from her secret admirer. The messages had started two weeks ago. At first she had thought about reporting them, getting the tech guys to hunt the person down. However she had not. The messages were romantic, kind, loving. She'd ignored the first few, but her admirer had persisted. It was clearly someone in the company using an anonymous mail address. They knew too much about her day-to-day life so had to be someone she worked with, but who was it? None of her co-workers had given her any hints. This was unsurprising given the strict corporation policies about co-worker relationships. Basically you could have a love-life or you could work for the corporation, not both. Deni quickly fired off a flirty reply with a smile on her face.


The starship shuddered as the acceleration gate grasped hold of the vessel. Immense magnetic and gravimetric fields aligned the small ship before hurtling at the speed of light into the black void. This was an area of deadspace. A natural phenomenon where subspace interference did not allow formation of a depleted vacuum bubble. Therefore standard warp drives did not work in these areas. The only way to travel faster than light in this space was by using an acceleration gate. As these created choke points, it made facilities in deadspace easy to defend.

Gaull patted the briefcase he held securely in his lap. The Quafe executive had bargained hard for the samples he carried. Some of the finest hops from around New Eden. Surely the mega-corporation's brewers could do something special with these. He glanced around at his two 'assistants' who smiled seductively at him. Gaull smiled and nodded to them before he turned his gaze out of the small window of the executive shuttle. The ship had started to slow and it was dropping back to sub-light speeds. 4th dimensional drag slowing the craft so it stopped accurately within a 4km 'landing area' after being propelled over 100,000km in seconds. An imposing Megathron class Battleship dwarfed the tiny shuttle he was in. They were taking no chances. The Quafe Corporation were the biggest drinks manufacturer in the cluster. They were going to win this competition for the Gallente Federation. The shuttle engaged its thrusters and headed towards the small research outpost.


Next morning Deni arrived at the station brewery with a smile on her face. A dozen red roses had been delivered to her apartment during the previous day. Fresh flowers were expensive and in short supply on a Caldari space-station. Whoever her secret admirer was, he was keen.

Her first task was to check the four potential ales fermenting in the laboratory. The huge shining silver tanks reflected her image and she stopped for a moment, gazing at the Caldari woman staring back at her. 38 years old, never married and somewhat plain looking. Short black hair, a shapeless frame and a number of centimeters too short in her opinion. She sighed wearily. Whoever her secret admirer was, he had bad eyesight or this was some sick joke, probably played by those assholes in marketing. She knew most people saw her as a "Plain Jane" which was the one thing that troubled her about her secret admirer.

After sampling the brews in the four tanks and making some minute adjustments to the fermentation temperature she returned to the office. Logging onto her terminal she saw another message from the admirer.

"Beautiful Deni. I cannot go on any longer admiring from afar. I have booked a room at the Grand Nikko Hotel on deck 14. Room 223. I will be there at 2000 hours station time. I'll set the room code as 707070. If you do not come then I will know and you will not hear from me again. All my love. X"

Deni's eyes went wide. Was this really happening? Was it true love or a cruel joke. She glanced at the clock. She had plenty of time to debate that.


The scientists at the facility had received the hops with excitement. This was a facility that was famous for blending science with art. The secret site would see the creation of a new ale that would walk away with the grand prize at the Yulia convention he was sure. Gaull reviewed the latest news on his datapad sipping a vodka. News was perhaps the wrong word, intelligence was probably better. The Amarrian entry had been completed but their Master Brewer had been killed in a mini uprising by some slaves. The Matari competition leader was at death's door. An assassin with a poisoned blade had got him. The radioactive weapon made it sure that not even cloning his body could not save him. The radiation in his blood making a successful brain-scan an impossibility. His informant couldn't confirm it, but he was certain the assassin was Amarrian. Those two Empires had seriously damaged each others chances and left it in what he considered a two-horse race.

Now if only the Caldari's entry to the competition would have something go wrong they were home free.

Gaull finished his drink and left the outpost's modest bar on deck 2. The quarters he had for the night weren't very fitting for an executive of the Quafe corporation but would have to do as he had more meetings in the morning. He acknowledged that this was a deadspace research and development facility and not designed to accommodate people of his stature. He was used to five star service. He smiled as he neared the room. Knowing that the room wouldn't be up to his usual high standards he had taken steps to ensure the visit was not a total hardship. The two 'assistants' he had arrived with weren't Quafe Corporation employees. They were Satelles Girls' booked through a very exclusive agency. Hiring these women for two days was expensive, but he knew it was worth it. He would be having a very good time tonight.


Deni stopped at the hotel door and paused. What was she doing? Was she mad enough to actually go in there? She took a deep breath, hoping to slow her racing heart. It could be anyone in there from one of the company Executives to one of the cleaners. It could also be a joke. Love, disappointment or humiliation could be behind that door. She pulled at her short dress to straighten it. She only ever wore Caldari style trouser-suits and was unused to her current attire. The dress she was wearing had been hastily purchased on her way home. Something appropriate for a tryst with a secret lover she had never met. She wiped her sweaty palms on the material. With a trembling hand she extended a finger towards the door's keypad. Slowly and methodically she pressed the buttons until the door clicked and swung open. The corridor into the hotel room was short, but she took her time. The edge of the bed could be seen from around the corner. The rumpled sheets indicted there was an unseen person laying on it. Deni's breathing was quick. She rounded the corner and froze. There, on the bed, was Ulkka. The front desk receptionist from the office. She wore a short black satin nightdress and looked at Deni hopefully. There was silence as the two women stared at each other.

"Say something." the younger woman said, her voice unsteady.

Deni just stood there, stunned.

"I knew this was a mistake." Ulkka said reaching for her bag on the nightstand. Her voice sounding like she was about to cry.

"No. Wait. Just give me a minute." Deni said hurriedly.

"You wasn't expecting me!" Ulkka said. He voice still unsteady.

"I don't know what I was expecting." Deni replied "But, this was certainly fairly down the list of possibilities."

"I'll go." Ulkka sad sadly.

"Look. Just wait. This is a massive shock to me. Just give me a minute."

Ulkka sat up on the bed on her knees and looked at up Deni. Deni's head was spinning. Of all the possibilities, of all the people she could have expected, the quiet girl on reception was never an option. As she thought about it, things fitted into place. Ulkka was a relative new-comer and the messages started not long after she arrived. The looks and the smiles she gave Deni as she passed through reception. They were not what she thought. Other than one time at college, she had never looked at a woman that way.

"Say something." Ulkka said quietly again.

"I'm stunned." Deni said honestly "I really don't know what to say."

Ulkka knelt up on the bed and moved to the edge. The taller younger woman was now face to face with Deni. Tantalizingly close.

"I know I took a massive risk. I know you are unlikely to feel the same way about me. However, I had to do this." Ulkka whispered. She leaned forward and gently kissed Deni on the lips. Deni didn't respond. Her whole body was rigid.

"Even if this means I have lost my job and I never get to see you again, I had to take the chance." Again she leaned forward and kissed Deni on the lips. Again Deni didn't react or respond. She didn't move a muscle as the receptionists lips ran over her own.

"I love you." Ulkka whispered leaning forward for the 3rd time. This time Deni returned the kiss, falling onto the bed with Ulkka locked in a passionate embrace.


"SOMEONE IS GOING TO GET FRACKED OVER THIS!" Gaull yelled over the piecing sound of the alarm screeching in his quarters. The two Satelles Girls' had taken him to the edge of ecstasy but just before he tipped over, the screeching alarm had ruined everything. If this was a drill or a false alarm someone was going to get fired. And just not fired. He would make it his mission to ruin that persons career. They wouldn't be able to get a job stacking shelves for Caldari Provisions once he'd finished with them. The two women had pulled on robes over their skimpy lingerie and were waiting for him by the door. They entered the corridor together and he stomped towards the command center. He burst through the door and was confronted with pure chaos. Everyone was running around and shouting. He stormed up to the command chair.

"What in Divinities Edge is going on here?" he shouted. The facility commander snapped his head around.

"Director! What are you still doing here?"

"I want answers!" the furious director shouted.

"That is the evacuation alarm. What the frack are you doing? Get to your ship"

Gaull face suddenly dropped.

"The evacuation alarm?" he asked in a worried tone.

"Yes! The vessels guarding the acceleration gate reported a Capsuleer had engaged them. We've not heard anything for the last minute. You need to get out of here!"

"No. It must be a mistake. This is a Quafe facility. No pod jockey would attack us."

Gaull turned around to see the two Satelles Girls' walking quickly through the door and vanishing down the corridor.

"Good luck with that." he thought "The shuttle pilot won't go anywhere without me you cowardly whores!"

Gaull made a mental note to ensure that the agency sacked those two when he got back to the office.

"Sir!" one of the technicians shouted and pointed to the large view-screen. A Raven class battleship dropped out of warp-speed in a flash of light having traveled by the acceleration gate. The Quafe Megathrons moved immediately to intercept. The assembled crowd on the command center deck fell silent as the lumbering vessels opened fire.

"Put me through to the Empyrean." Gaull demanded. The commander nodded.

"This is Director Gaull Ronier of the Quafe Corporation. This is a Federal facility. Leave immediately or there will be consequences." Gaull said loudly in a commanding tone. There was a collective gasp as the first Megathron exploded under a hail of torpedoes fired from the Raven.

"I advise you to immediately disengage. Aggression against the Quafe Corporation will not be...." Gaull was momentarily silenced as the second Megathron exploded.

"Nice try you Serpentis scum. My agent told me your new trick of disguising your facility and ships as Quafe. However I know the truth and the co-ordinates were spot on. Prepare to die!" a disjointed voice crackled over the speakers before disconnecting.

"Warning. Tactical lock detected." A computerized voice boomed over the bridge.

Gaull didn't need to be told a second time and ran for the exit. The first torpedo salvo from the Raven hit seconds later. Gaull was slammed against the side of the corridor as the outpost shook. He continued to sprint towards the docking bay. He would make this capsuleer pay for this aggression. The facility shook again as another salvo impacted against the outpost's shields. Gaull kicked off his expensive silk slippers and ran bare foot. He slammed his body into the dockbay door and let out a sob as he looked through the tiny reinforced window in the blast-door. The docking bay was empty. He had seriously underestimated how persuasive two Satelles Girls' could be with a low-paid shuttle pilot who would never ever be able to afford their services.

The outpost shook again and the lights died. Dim emergency lighting flickered, hardly illuminating the long corridor. Gaull stood there in the dark, terrified. Another rumble sounded in the distance followed by a grinding of metal on metal. He could hear a quiet hissing sound in the distance that seconds later became a roar of rushing air.

Not long later, the shuttle pilot was finding out why top executives in New Eden would happily pay one hundred thousand credits per night for two Satelles Girls' and Gaull was finding out what happens to the human body in the freezing vacuum of space.


Deni entered work the next morning with a smile on her face. That night had been an experience in more ways than one. As she passed through reception she noticed Ulkka wasn't there. She asked one of the other receptionists and was told Ulkka had not turned up that morning. Deni shrugged. Perhaps she had overslept, they hadn't slept much that night. She smiled again, recalling the previous night.

She entered the main office expecting to find some of her staff there but it was empty. She herself was slightly later than usual having got little sleep and having to rush back to her apartment to change clothes. She felt a small amount of foreboding. Something was wrong. She walked down to the brewing room. The noise coming from there indicated that's where all the missing staff were. She could hear raised voices. The smell hit her first, a pungent aroma of hops. Something was very wrong. She increased her pace and entered the room. A dozen concerned faces turned to her.

"What happened?" she asked.

"The temperatures were changed. Each vat was set to 200 degrees overnight. They are all ruined. Every entry, they are gone." one of her technicians said.

"Who set them that high?" she snapped.

"You did." a stern voice behind her said. She spun around to find the CEO stood there with a face of thunder.

"I did not!" she protested.

He silently handed her a datapad. The laboratories log files were open and they showed her fingerprint was logged resetting the temperature controls. This was confirmed by a DNA scan on the fingerprint reader. She saw the time, 3am. She was sound asleep in the arms of her lover at that time. Not that she could admit that.

"That was not me." she protested.

"Luckily for you the security section appears to agree. The cameras saw a taller, slimmer female with a hooded top do the changes. However we are interested to know how she got your DNA, your access passcard and your fingerprint." her boss growled.

Deni swallowed hard.


Banniskore was sat in his office in the CONCORD station in Yulai. It had been his idea to have a beer brewing competition between the empires. He was currently very much regretting the idea.

"Four official protests before the competition has even begun?" Banniskore said looking at the big screen.

His assistant Eran sighed. "Yes sir. One from each Empire."

"And they all relate to the brewing contest?"

"Yes sir. The Matari government claim the Amarrians sent an assassin to kill their top brewer. The Amarrians then claim the Matari purposely incited a slave uprising to kill theirs."

Banniskore held his head in his hands. "Two deaths over what was supposed to be a friendly beer brewing competition? Go on, surely it cannot get worse."

His assistant gave him a look that suggested it could.

"The Gallente claim the Caldari set a capsuleer up to attack their secret development center making him believe it was a disguised Serpentis outpost. This resulted in the destruction of their research centre and the death of a high-level corporate executive as well as nearly one hundred other staff. Finally the Caldari claim their master brewer fell foul to a Gallente honey-trap and resulted in the sabotaging of their experimental drinks as well as the subsequent suicide of the master brewer when she took the Caldari Tea Ceremony due to the shame brought on from the investigation."

"I'm guessing that the evidence from all four is pretty light."

"Spot on sir. Hot air is light. Its all conjecture and hearsay. Any court would throw their cases out in the opening arguments."

Banniskore groaned. "Get me a drink will you. I have a feeling this morning is going to be a pain in the ass."

Eran walked to the door and turned his head as he exited the office. "Anything in particular sir?"

"Anything but beer!"

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

I'm Blue About Blue

No, not about these asshats for once. Its about the new SKINS.

Coming soon (no TM here, they are on SiSi) are the new ship skins that look, well, awesome. Now my favorite colour is blue. Most my work shirts are blue, my ties are blue and the wife always jokes about me and the colour blue.

There are some blue skins coming this month with the new ship skinning system to be released in the next expansion. So I should be happy right?

All awesome. So I'll love the new Kador Archon right? No. Its blue!

Wait a second Drackarn. You just said you really like the colour blue and this Kador Archon is really, really, really blue!

I know. I cannot explain it. I think it is because it is an "official" Amarrian House. CCP Fozzie appears to disagree with me.

It should be gold in my mind! The golden fleet! At Fanfest we were told that the art department are working on skins that are not tied to in-game NPC corps. Skins that just look good and not Quafe, Lai Dai, Wiryrkomi etc etc. Now a blue Archon in there is fine, a capsuleers blue Archon. I just cannot get my head around an official "Amarrian NPC" blue Archon. Its just.... wrong*. I know all the counter arguments. I know that I'm wrong. It's just... a blue Archon?????

*in my head anyway!

P.S. Yes I know Gallente ships being blue is also somewhat wrong. But.... blue Archons!!!

Monday, April 6, 2015

Hunting a Stabbed Farmer

Just before I was due to head to the pub with a member of the CFC to watch the Liverpool game on Saturday, I thought I'd log onto Eve quickly. As the screen loaded I noted that the system was contested. Usually this means someone is plexing right now as there are enough of us to keep the system stable.

Sure enough there was one Frog in local. I opened zKillboard to see what he like to fly. It was not good. I saw red. So much red.

Either this guy was a very bad PvP'r who didn't know when to quit, or was a farmer. I looked at recent loses. I guessed farmer for some reason...

So I opened my hanger and looked for a suitable ship. It needed to have three long points as he'd probably be sat away from the warp in. It needed long range guns for the same reason. It didn't need prop mod as he didn't use them. So I was left with this fit:-

I undocked and scanned through the Plex open. None of his usual ships were showing up. However there was a Quafe skinned Tristan. Would anyone farm in a Quafe Tristan? May be?

Now I was stuck. The Kestrel I was flying would kill a stabbed farmer, but against any PvP ship I'd die horribly and create a cringe-worthy lol-mail. I decided to risk it and warped to the plex. Upon activating the gate I looked for a suitable celestial. If it wasn't the farmer I'd need to GTFO very quickly. Thankfully it was the farmer sat off 20km from the warp in.

Of course like many stabbed farmers he wasn't paying attention. I got point on him and he lazily recalled his drones. Why rush he must have thought? A long point Kestrel is not a problem when you are stabbed. With his drones recalled I'm guessing he hit warp an was soon screaming "Warp off..... warp off? WARP OFF?"

My triple long-point Kestrel had him. Whilst my DPS was poor and had no tank he had already admitted defeat by not launching his drones which would have been an issue. Then again could he even target me back at that range with twin stabs? He just sat there as I killed him. Hoping for the pod express, he left his pod for me to point. As with all stabbed farmers, I only pointed and waited. After a few minutes he realized I wasn't going to kill him and give him a free ride home, I was just holding him to waste his farming time. He activated self-destruct at this point. Being ready for this, I activated my stopwatch which I had ready on my phone. 

Just before the two minutes was up, I popped him.

We really need to sort out warp core stabs in low-sec. Add a 80% damage nerf to all damage types to them and problem solved. Industrials and transporting/travel fit won't be affected and stabbed farmers won't be able to kill the rat and farm!

Sunday, April 5, 2015

SCASSSS - SKINS on the Test Server

The new SKINS system is on the test server. Currently to apply a different ship skin you have to do the following:-

  • Buy blueprint.
  • Go to manufacturing.
  • Add blueprint and ship hull.
  • Received skinned ship.
  • Cry when your skinned ship is killed and you spent all that money plus its an extra 200m ISK to your T1 frigate loss mail.

The new system is better. SKINS you buy and inject are permanent and do not get destroyed.

Buy them on market from players or direct from the NeX:-

Inject the SKIN license into your head:-

Change between any skin you own via the ship fitting window in station:-

Or swap in space giving gradual change visuals similar the cloak effect. Here I am swapping my skinned Chimera back to a normal one......

Friday, April 3, 2015

Brew Eden - Amarr vs Matari

Fiction Friday! Escape pod here!

The idea for this sprung up at the Fanfest charity dinner where the New Eden ales were for sale.

Brew Eden - Amarr vs Matari

Babanulf strode into the brewery owner's office confidently. He had no idea why the owner wanted to see him but he wasn't concerned when the message for him to report to the office came over the announcement system. After all he was the Master Brewer at the Pator Galactic Brewing Company and had created an enviable reputation throughout New Eden. At 42 he was the youngest ever Master Brewer in the history of the company.

As he approached his bosses desk he saw the elderly Matari man look up and regard him warmly. Babanulf sat down in the leather chair opposite.

"You wanted to see me?"

"Yes Babanulf. I know this breaks protocol, but we need you to create a completely new beer for a special occasion'"

Babanulf's expression soured instantly.

"You know I can't do that." he growled.

Enaef stopped himself rolling his eyes. He knew exactly where this was going. His Master Brewer was a bit of a diva.

"The spirit guides come to ME." Babanulf continued "They guide me in making any new ale. I cannot go to them."

Enaef sighed. He'd expected this.

"Well thats a shame as Folvik will be asked if you turn it down."

Babanulf roared with laughter at the name of his so-called competition. The Master Brewer in a rival company was well known as a poor second place within the Republic.

"Folvik? I can piss in a pint pot and make a better drink than he can brew" Babanulf laughed.

"Yes. We all agree." Enaef said solemnly "Which is why its going to be tragic when we lose to Adaz Afon"

There was a loud crash as Babanulf leaped up from his chair sending it crashing to the floor. He leaned over his bosses desk with his trembling arms bracing his torso.


"Its for an ale brewing competition. You know the annual capsuleer conference in Yulia system? Well CONCORD have asked each government to send a new beer for the conference delegates. The Republic wanted you to create our entry as they cannot let the Amarr beat us in this. But if Folvik is creating the Matari entry, then I fear all is lost."

Babanulf spun around and stomped towards the exit.

"Where are you going?" Enaef asked.

"To kick the spirit guides up the fracking arse and make a new brew to drown that Amarr scum in." he huffed slamming the door behind him.

Enaef leaned back in his chair.

"Op success" he smiled to himself.


Acolyte Malaka made his way down the rough stone corridor stopping at a thick wooden door. He rapped on the wood twice and waited. Whilst it hardly made a sound on the heavy thick wood he knew the occupier would hear. The monastery may have looked old but it was as modern as any starship. Discreet electronic systems such as the sound amplifier hidden in the door made the monastery high tech whilst looking ancient. After a minute the door swung open by itself and Malaka entered.

Adaz Afon was stood by a long table, resplendent in his golden robes. At his feet a young Matari man lay still, his face a bloodied pulp.

“Glory to the Empress and the Empire Master Adaz.” The Acolyte said. There was no reply.

Adaz took a sip from a pewter tankard. He spit the liquid onto the body by his feet in disgust. He flung the tankard with all his might against the prone mans head. The beaten slave hardly moved. Adaz then kicked him hard in the ribs.

“Fools! I am working with fools!” Adaz cried. They cannot do the most simplest of tasks. I need better sub-humans than what the Empire is providing. I cannot work like this.”

“Of course Master. I will request new slaves with brewing experience at once from High Command.”

“No! You will do no such thing. I need slaves who haven’t been tainted by their heathen brewing practices. That is why we are getting this hybrid-Matari slop!” he emphasized his point by kicking the prone Matari twice more.

“If the Empyrean's prefer the sub-human's brew we are all doomed. I doubt the Empress will even bother sending soldiers. A Revelation class dreadnought will probably be enough to purge our sins with cleansing light.”

Malaka swallowed hard. He knew his Master was right. To lose a CONCORD organized competition to the Matari Republic would be devastating to the Empire. Losing against the Caldari or Gallente would be shameful but unlikely to get their monastery nuked by orbital laser fire. They had three months to produce a brand new ale in quantity and ship it to the CONCORD HQ station. So far all the initial new beers had not been up to standard.

“We cannot take any chances. Send word to the Cleansing Department. I need to talk to their Master.”

Malaka nodded and left to relay the message. He didn't dare question why the Master Brewer would need to talk to the head of the Cleansing Department. The name was some what misleading. They didn't clean the monastery. They trained people to clean things up. Things such as enemies of the state. What did a brewer want with an assassin?


Babanulf walked around the grand hall with a massive smile on his face. He'd done it. With a whole month to spare he'd created a spectacular new ale. The Matari Rust Rinse, and it was good. The party that was being thrown in his honor but it didn't have any of the special ale. It was too guarded a secret to let anyone have access to it. It was to be the ale that beat the Amarr and nothing could stop that. The tables were full of his past successful brews.

"Master Brewer Babanulf?" the feminine voice behind him asked. He turned around to be confronted by one of the most beautiful Matari women he'd ever seen. She was a Sebiestor, somewhere in her mid-20's. He tried to look her in the eye, but the revealing outfit and shapely body meant he couldn't help looking her up and down.

"Yes, miss....?"

"Guvera." she replied holding out her hand. He took it and shook it gently marveling at how soft her skin was.

"I know everyone on the guest list, I don't know you." he said.

"I have a confession" she replied biting her bottom lip "I gatecrashed. I'm from a major Matari beverage distributor and was hoping to talk to you about an exclusivity contract for Matari Rust Rinse after the Yulia convention."

Babanulf silently cursed his colleagues. Could they keep nothing confidential? He was the Master Brewer and didn't deal with sales. However he had to keep this beautiful creature talking.

"Is there somewhere we can talk privately?" she purred as if reading his mind.

Babanulf smiled, slipped a hand around her waist and led her to a side door.


Adaz approached the long wooden table. Half a dozen Matari slaves were busy preparing ingredients with old style scales and silver measuring spoons. At the head of the table were three tankards full of ale. None of the slaves dare look up as the Amarrian approached. He picked up the first tankard and took a sip. He swilled the amber liquid around in his mouth before spitting it out into a bucket. He did the same with the second and third tankard. Even if any of the slaves had dared to look at him, his expression would have told them nothing.

Slowly Adaz circled the table slowly. He sensed each slave tense as he passed them. He could feel their fear in the air. He finally stopped behind a young Matari woman who was carefully measuring out portions of yeast. He watched her trembling hand. Yeast fell from the spoon as she shook.

"I fear our brews are too yeasty. Would that be your doing?" Adaz said in an even tone. The young woman shook even more, the spoon emptying of yeast before it got near the scales.

He stroked the back of her head with his hand like a father would. She froze.

"My dear. You need to be more careful with the yeast. It is critical that the portions are right."

With that he grabbed a fistful of hair and slammed her head down onto the table. There was a pained yelp and a sickening crunch. He pulled her head back up. Several slaves gasped as they saw her broken face, blood streamed from her exploded nose.

Adaz smiled and slammed her head into the table again.

"THERE WAS TOO MUCH YEAST!" he screamed. He was now repeatably slamming the poor slaves face into the heavy wooden table. "HOW AM I EXPECTED TO WIN WITH YOU SUB-HUMANS MESSING UP CONSTANTLY."

He continued for a full minute. Finally he held the young woman up by the hair. She was barely alive and her face was now a bloody pulp.

"Let this be a lesson to all of you. I will not accepted mistakes!"

A scrape of a chair being pushed back sounded... followed by another, and another and another.


The gorgeous distributor pulled back from the kiss into a sitting position on top of the Master Brewer. Babanulf smiled as she pulled her blouse over her head. So what if he had no say on sales. She wouldn't know that until weeks down the line. Yet he still would have had a stunningly beautiful woman half his age. So what if he led her on? He hadn't technically lied to her. If she made assumptions that he influenced commercial decisions at the brewery that was her fault not his.

She leaned back, still on top of him and unzipped the side of one of her black knee high boots.

"You can leave those on" he chuckled.

"I just need to unzip them" she purred.


"So I can reach my knife." she replied with a smile before suddenly driving a dagger at his chest.

Babanuif only just managed to get a hand up in time. He deflected the blow but only slightly. The dagger sunk into his chest alongside his nipple. He'd done enough and the knife had missed his heart. He instinctively punched forward, his immense fist connecting with her jaw. There was a snap and she flew backwards onto the floor.


Malaka entered the room. The imposing figure stood there with his back to him. He cleared his throat to let the man know he was there.

"Acolyte Malaka?" his voice boomed.

"Yes Inquisitor. I am here to serve in the Glory of her Empress and the Amarrian Empire."

"Was it usual for Adaz Afonto be alone with groups of slaves?" the Inquisitor asked, still facing away from him towards the brewing tanks.

"Yes it was. It was unthinkable that a slave would do anything against the Master. The thought one might raise a finger against him was... unthinkable."

"All the culprits and witnesses escaped?"

"Yes Inquisitor. Only the two bodies were found here. The others had fled."

"This was where the dead slave was found?" the inquisitor pointed to a spot on the large wooden table. A large black stain remained where Adaz had pummeled the woman's head into the wooden surface.

"Yes Inquisitor."

The Inquisitor finally moved, walking forward to one of the huge brass brewing tanks.

"And the Master was found... in here?"

"Yes. Our medical staff believe the other slaves over-powered him and drowned him slowly in his own beer."

"And yet I hear someone tried the beer before he was found?"

"Yes Inquisitor. Our lord truly works in mysterious ways. We believe the Masters thrashing oxygenated the excess yeast and balanced it out creating a rather spectacular brew."

The Inquisitor just nodded.

"If the ale wins the prize, then you will be very right. Our lord does work in mysterious ways."


The brewery owner stood over the hospital bed. Babanuif lay unconscious, a deathly shade of grey. Most of his hair had fallen out and his whole body shook. A sheen of perspiration covered his body.

"There is nothing you can do?" he asked the doctor standing beside him.

"No sir. The blade was made of a plutonium isotope alloy. The weapon was covered in break-away micro teeth that were designed to break off during a stab and infect the victim. This was no ordinary knife. This was an assassins weapons designed to kill with even a minor wound. It won't be long now."

Enaef muttered a silent Matari prayer for the dying.

"And the woman?"

"We'll probably never know sir. She was a clone and had a prototype Templar implant. She was never intending to get out alive. We suspect she wasn't even Matari. Could be any race, a conscious implanted into a body designed to seduce our Master Brewer. We believe she attacked first and Babanuif got a lucky punch off. He snapped her neck in one blow. However, she had still stabbed him first. Her mission was complete."

Enaef pondered who would do such a thing. He didn't need to ponder long. It would be a few days before he got word that his prime suspect had also died the same day, slowly drowned in vat of Golden Fleet Lager.

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Structures In Low-Sec - Random Speculation

The high-level concept ideas shown at Fanfest and in this Dev Blog have got a lot of players talking. Mostly this is about how they will destroy WH space. Well its on the internet, it must be true.

I've been thinking about my space, low-sec, and how they may change our scenery. Obviously I don't know anything more than the next player. We are far too early in development to have any concrete plans so this is all wild speculation. CCP have already said the various structures, different sizes and services are likely to be linked to security status. For example, here are two examples I've heard that I think we will not see.

Goons setting up a XL office with market next to Jita and buying ALL THE THINGS in Jita 4-4 then reselling at a mark-up at their structure next door.
That is some quality Tinfoil-Hatting. Taking the extremely unlikely scenario that CCP will allow XL Office Arrays and Local Markets in high-sec and topped with a nice sprinkling of "Grrrrrrrr Goons".

Observation Array adding local chat to Wormholes
Nope. Don't be silly.

So what about low-sec?

I think we'll see some things that are not allowed in hi-sec but won't have access to the full range like null-sec will. For example I think we'll have offices available, but not sure about hangers. Within faction war this would be a powerful mechanic for system capture.

A brief run through of my thoughts on structures and low-sec.

Assembly Array
Yes, pretty sure we'll see these in low-sec. I expect to see a bonus to using them over high-sec and low-sec NPC facilities but they'll be more expensive than the null-sec equivalent. I imagine you'll not see super-capitals being produced in the low-sec versions however I wouldn't rule that out 100%. Super production could be allowed, it would just be hideously expensive. Who wants to make a titan in low-sec when it costs 50% more than in null? Another route might be you'll need an XL array for super production and they might set it so the biggest assembly array you can anchor in low-sec is only a large (for building carriers and dreads)? Finally there may be a super-capital construction "service" that needs to be fitted to the array and that module is tied to null only.

Again I think we'll see these and the same balance as above. They'll be better than high-sec and NPC low-sec stations but they will not be as good as null-sec facilities. Risk vs reward will flow this way although I think that many areas in null are significantly safer than low-sec. You stick your lab in Tama or Amamake and it'll be at more risk than a Goon structure in the middle of CFC space.

Market and Offices
Now we get a bit more tricky. As I already mentioned the ability to have a serviced hanger would be a very powerful mechanic in faction war. You could restrict anchoring of structures to the militia that controls the system but people would just use alts. I think we'll see something in this line of arrays for low, but I expect that the services that can be offered to be severely restricted. However they could open up some systems for "colonization". Teimo is a back-water, dead-end system off Kedama without a station. Only reason to go there currently is for faction war plexing. May be a corporation who has the cahoona's to run the Tama camps might want to base from there after they can anchor a "mini-station". Of course Snuff will turn up and kill it eventually, but its an option!

We'll certainly see these at least for moon goo. Same as above with risk vs reward. Refining and reprocessing will be better than high-sec and NPC low-sec facilities but not as good as null.

Observation Arrays
A tricky one! On one hand low-sec is still Empire space so they are unlikely to allow those. However, as per CCP trailers "the Empires are losing their grip on power....". The cloaky identifier has a lot less use in low-sec as we don't have the carebears moaning about AFK-cloakers. Would be funny to see Tama and Amamake on the starmap with zero kills in the last hour!

I'd be shocked to see these in low-sec in any real way. With gate structures, CCP implied they weren't just talking about the large stargates but also pirate gates, acceleration gates and even potential replacements for jump bridge networks. I doubt low-sec will have much choice in these. May be there will be some anchorable in low, it just may be a limited number of small pirate gates. Generally I expect this set of structures to be mostly null-sec and the "new space" (and no, I very much doubt WH space will see them).

A form of Admin Array will be available for low-sec to replace the iHub and as I recall POCOs? We can expect faction war to switch over to entosis links for iHub capture whilst maintaining the plexing mechanics... for now.

Yes, I think we'll see these in an around low-sec. Corporation adverts will likely be common replacing the good old anchored can. I would also suspect we'll see corporations living in a system to tell people "This is our turf boy! Come at us bro!". The old "plant a flag" many low-sec groups have been asking for over the last few years roundtables. Doesn't physically do much, just a bit of epeen shaking.

So that's my take on structures and low-sec. Given the early stage we are at, all the above is wild speculation. Then again what would the Eve community be like without wild speculation!