Friday, April 11, 2014

The New Neighbours?

Fiction Friday! Escape pod here.

So our alliance forum has a thread about rumours that a certain pirate alliance could be moving in close to us. I've seen some things that make me believe it might be true....

(This is nothing like what our forum thread is. The TL;DR of our thread is a bit like - "These guys might be moving close. Oh cool! Fights!". This is a, what do they call it, a dramatisation.)


The New Neighbours?

The lights in the conference room were dimmed. A holographic projection was showing statistical data for the assembled directors seated around the table. Some had already seen enough and were contemplating their significance whilst staring out of the large window that overlooked the planet below.

The solar system of Nisuwa was nestled in between the Empires of the Caldari State and Gallente Federation. It was contested low-security space far away from the hustle and bustle of their core-worlds. The bright nebula's that engulfed those respective empires were much smaller when viewed from so many light years away.

The station itself was Caldari in origin. Hard, straight lines and a dull blue-grey colour. It had been a logistical support station for the State Protectorate until the Gallente Militia had captured it several years ago. Having a Caldari station under Gallente occupancy so near to their high-sec border had been a constant irritation for the State. The fact it was supposed to be supporting their own militia made it so much worse.


"So their last months kill logs showed how many?" asked one of the directors.

"Just under 2600 starships killed for 1350 losses. 66.3% efficiency. They do like a fight!" replied another who was tapping away at a datapad.

"And how do ours compare?"

"Just under 3000 kills for 524 loses. Efficiency is coming out at 83.31%. Strange, given our 10% rule you'd think it would be lower."

The '10%' rule was the guide given to their pilots. If they thought there was a better than 10% chance of winning a fight they should go for it. With immortal pilots there were re-cloned on death, the odds meant nothing in the long run as long as they were replacement ships. And capsuleers always had replacement ships.

"How good is this intel? Are we sure they are heading to Tama?"

"Nothing confirmed, its just rumours. However, their CEO was spotted here in Nisuwa a couple of days ago so that is a good indication the intel is right. He was only passing through. However, the logs show he did greet Drack on the local channel."

The other directors turned their attention to Drackarn who shrugged nonchalantly.

"I've know the guy for years. So what?"

"So what? We've got a large, and more than likely hostile, pirate alliance potentially moving in two systems away for us and their CEO is 'pally' with one of our own directors? And you say 'so what'?"

Drackarn pulled out his own datapad and the hologram above the table changed. It brought up a map of the contested space between the Gallente and Caldari Empires. The star systems started to turn colour. Blues and greens appearing all over the map.

"We are winning. The Squids are on the run and CONCORD has the official status of the Gallente Militia at tier three whilst the Squids are at tier 1 warzone control. Now look back at what we were just discussing. 3000 kills in a month for the 'cats, that is low for us. Five months ago we were hitting four to five thousand kills in a month. Its been dropping off for most of this year as the Caldari retreat back to high-sec. BORG swapping sides and Shadows of the Federation coming back to the warzone have made significant impacts in the dynamics of the combat arena and we are seeing less and less war targets. We might be winning the war, but our pilots are getting bored in the process."

There were murmurs of agreement around the table. Drackarn stood and started walking around the conference table addressing the other directors.

"I've been suffering myself as I am sure you all have. My solo patrols around the pipes have been quiet so I headed north for a bit and sat in Tama for a while the other day. We are concerned about them staging two jumps from us? I was in that system at the weekend. Solo, the only Gallente militia in system, and I ran four plex without a fight. I HATE running complex. I went there looking for a fight and sitting inside a plex is a good way to make sure you don't get blobbed there. But the half a dozen squids and same number of pirates in system never once came for me. I was only in a fracking Kestrel. I scanned various ships landing on the acceleration gate but nobody would enter they just warped off. They are only bothered about swarming you at the top belt. To me, them moving in, if it is true, is great news. We're going to get some good fights finally!"

"And what would you do if their overly-friendly CEO enters your plex Drack?" asked one of the directors.

Drack walked to the window and stared out into space.


"You really need to ask that question?"

"I think we need to hear the response."

"I will try my damnedest to destroy his ship, take out his pod and then scoop any loot and drones that he left. Oh, and I'll scoop his still spinning frozen corpse of course. Then as soon as he's out of the CRU on the station we'll chat like old mates and tell each other 'good fight'. Who knows, it might be on for round two straight away!"

The room fell silent for several seconds.

"So you think this is a good thing?"

"If the rumours are true, if they are moving to Tama, this is a great thing for us. We're not out here in deep space to make money, we are not bothered about galactic politics, I wonder how many of us are really here for the good of the Federation. We are here for the thrill of the fight. These guys will fight us, they will fight the Caldari, they will fight the local pirates. This could be epic!"

The CEO stood signalising the meeting was over.

"OK then. Let everyone know that we are expecting a potential major increase in combat operations in the surrounding systems. We need to know the minute they start moving in. Tell our pilots to keep their eyes open."

Drackarn laughed and all attention turned to him again.

"Sorry. But shouldn't we just ask our pilots to stay frosty for Stay Frosty?"

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

CSM - Who Gets My Vote?

Voting is now open in the Council of Stellar Management 9. Therefore I have brought Wednesday's post forward a day.

If you still don't know who to vote for, the CSM 9 Vote matcher is up and running - http://match.eve-csm.com/. Answer a few questions about Eve and how important that question is and it'll compare your answers to the candidates and suggest those candidates that are closest aligned to your answers. Good eh?

I completed it not expecting a high score. In the past the best I have got is somewhere in the 50% match area. I'm strange you see!

I love Eve lore and backstory, I'm a sci-fi geek. I want CCP to work on walking in stations. I don't really want to see 'meaningful gameplay' with WiS, I want immersion into the universe of Eve Online. Anyone who reads my Friday Fiction will know I regularly use in-station screenies for my (f)artwork for the stories. I want more lore and technical articles. I want more live events and story telling.


However, whilst there are many like me, I am also certainly not a carebear. I am a -10 flashy pirate and faction war player. I play ONLY for PvP and blowing up your, or your friends/family/colleagues, stuffz.


In the past this has meant I never got a good match on the CSM vote matcher.

Generally these two areas are mutually exclusive. Most who agree with my views on WiS and want more lore/backstory tend to be carebears and thus do not agree with my other views on the game which revolve around shooting other players. Those candidates who stand on a platform of PvP and low-sec fights aren't usually big on the sci-fi background/WiS stuff. Therefore I usually get around the 50-60% mark for my "best match" when I use the vote matcher.

Right, lets fill this in for this year.... and the result are....

Top candidate is a 89% match????????

Who the feck is Gorski Car?

I had to look this guy up with some pointers from some of the #tweetfleet.

He's PL and sounds to be also ex-Hydra Reloaded? He's a low-sec, mainly solo, PvP'r who has spent lots of time in faction war. He seems to tick all my boxes with regard to what "CCP love" faction war and low-sec need, so sounds a good match generally.

I know you can have 14 or so candidates on your list but given the bloc ones and other similar ones who will do nothing for me (wormhole dwellers etc) I don't fancy putting that many down.


I am going to stick with five. In alphabetical order we have:-


  • Funky Bacon - PvP, low sec, faction war. Probably the candidate closest to me in play-style. Will probably be top of my list.
  • Gorski Car - PvP, low sec, faction war.
  • Mike Azariah - Existing member I feel did well on CSM 8. 
  • Sugar Kyle - PvP, low sec. Probably one of the most likely to get a seat.
  • Xander Phoena - He might be a raging nullbear but he's the person I feel could be the 'Ripard Teg' of CSM 9.

Monday, April 7, 2014

CSM Winter Summit Minutes - TL;DR?

The 40-page CSM Winter Summit minutes are out. I read the whole thing, you should too! If you don't have time then here is my TL;DR notes:-


Tournaments

Concern about 'level-playing-field" with some teams having high SP characters and limitless ISK vs teams with lower SP and limited ISK. Leads to - "tier 1 teams" and "teams that get their butts kicked by tier 1 teams.". This lead to discussions about possible 'divisions' for leagues and tournaments.

Fozzie was presented with a "T2 Developer" shirt by Ripard given all the work he does for the CSM and SCL.

Tournament tools were discussed but these are too powerful to fall into the hands of players.

Conversations about player run tournaments and where they should be hosted. High/low sec deadspace areas. Separate 'Tournament server'. Singularity?


Localised Clients

72% of Russians use the Russian Client.

Yeah, not a lot there.



Ship Skins and a New In-Game Store

New in-game shop to be a higher level (located in character selection screen?), less like an Excel Spreadsheet and all Aurum would be pooled for that account allowing purchases to be 'given' to a specific character.

Shop to be Virtual Goods Service like in DUST.

Possible new services such as changing gender, race and bloodline.

"As well as standard categories like "clothes", "ship skins", and "character services", there would also be sections like "new items", "popular items", and promotional items on sale. Trebor suggested “Pod Pilots that killed you recently also bought” as a category, which was met with lots of laughter and some agreement."

Skinning - CSM asked - Preview item on your own avatar not a silver model. Clothing should have colour options, choose the style and then pick the colour, old portrait Gallente Headress and Matari facemask should come back.

Potential proper character Bazaar (in-game?).

Potential to remove PLEX from the game to drop to two currancies. ISK and AUR. Game time can be bought for AUR in the new store.

Corp AUR wallet?

Ship skins initially a test to see about pricing and player usage.

CSM would like to see skin as a 'slot' on the fitting screen.

Capital ships would be an option if skins are popular.


Team Superfriends

ESS feedback had changed from massively negative to a bit negative from some.

Discussions on disrupting enemy corp missions and high-sec missioning possibly effecting manufacturing.

Notes on PITA standings grinding.

Generally scouts and alts mean that there is no risk for many with the ESS.

Big issue that "PvE ships are very finely tuned for tackling specific NPCs (PvE is too safe and predictable), while PvP requires a very different ship fitting."


"SoniClover said that he thinks CCP can make PvE more like PvP when it comes to fitting, and add some unpredictability and make it less safe. One of the things the team is looking into is how they can make NPC ships more like player ships."

"...dynamic LP store costs. Costs would increase and decrease with popularity."

Secondary objectives in missions?

Strength of rats tied to faction war control levels?

Discussions over 0.0 safety. Deep 0.0 (-1.0) can be very safe due to alliance protection and intel where as a "safer" -0.1 adjacent to hi-sec is usually a lot more dangerous. Risk vs reward.


Team Game of Drones.

This is about the Summer Expansion. NDA!



Null Sec

Lots of options how Sov could go.

Power projection is an issue. It is too easy to move large fleets across the cluster.

Various problems with current Sov discussed and ideas bounced around.

"...wars of material attrition hardly exist, and CCP should focus some of their efforts on making those work".

"[CCP] Delegate Zero asked a high level question about mechanics that alter the geography of EVE and the ability for players to potentially alter that geography." - A nod to players being able to destroy and build stargates?


"Fozzie and Bettik asked what would happen if all mineral compression was eliminated tomorrow, along with titan bridging freighters, forcing 0.0 groups to mine and build in their own space."


Multi-Session Topic

NDA'd feature.

"Implementation on a full replacement for starbases has not started, but there is design work ongoing."

"The system the mobile depot is based on is designed for lots of different types of structures, so it is a reasonably safe bet that new starbases will be based on it."

Discussions about personal ship maintenance arrays, alliance bookmarks and alliance fittings. Code is an issue on all these things.


Wormholes

Blackhole systems are useless. Also Pulsar and Wolf Rayets need work.

Mining buff for blackhole systems?

Delaying signature of incoming wormhole?

How about C7's with no moons and your ship is always logged in there.


Small Stuff
Logi on killmails still being looked at.

Destructible Outposts. Issue is game mechanics not coding with people potentially losing all their stuffz.


CREST mostly NDA'd


Vetrans

NDA Deeeeeeeeenied!


Science and Industry

Refining changes we already know about now.

NDA'd the rest


Early Concept Discussion

NDA'd


UI

Notifications were discussed, especially notification spam

6 month limit on notification storage.

Mail search too difficult to implement.

New icons for the Neocom.

1.1 UI improvements.


Marketing

Eve Store. Meh - All agreed.

"Pokethulhu explained briefly about CCP's relationship with Musterbrand but said that the company has started having the same concerns as the players. He took lots of notes and indicated these concerns would see some action."

Comic, TV show and Eve Source discussed but NDA'd.

CSM showed some stuffz - "The remainder of the session was spent in the important work of "oooh"ing and "aaahh"ing over it."


Community

EULA/TOS regarding impersonating someone else - "The CSM said that you should be allowed to make stupid decisions, and that people shouldn't be able to just run to the GMs when they make a mistake."


Scamming new players. How can we avoid this?

"....creating a scam info page similar to the one used by Craigslist. CCP agreed that this would be an excellent idea..."


CCP Forced Name Changing

Give players/corps 48 hours to come up with new name? - "CCP responded that in most cases characters or corporations that are reported are bad enough to be immediately renamed."


Live Events

"The CSM noted that the public perception of the latest event was that it wasn't run optimally. CCP agreed..."

"The CSM indicated that more frequent Live Events would be a good idea."


Third Party Support

Somer-gate and the Ishukone Watch Scorpions. Player rage, rewarding 3rd party sites etc etc

"Several CSM members were not entirely satisfied with this answer and the discussion continued for some time though no consensus was reached."


Future of Big Fites

TiDi bought CCP two years but in that time fleet fights have gone from 1500 to 3-4000. It is no longer working.

CCP Veritas - "In the beginning, someone decided to write a spaceship game in Stackless Python." Everyone laughed and replied: "This made a lot of people very angry, and has been widely regarded as a bad idea."

"Online performance and core limitations in the code. They also discussed the upcoming work on "Brain in a Box", stating that this would be the first big project for the reformed [Team Gridlock], and would significantly reduce the load caused by transitions like docking, being killed, or jumping."

Spreading out sov fights was discussed.

Force projection and 'blob warfare' need sorting but no ideas on how to accomplish this currently.


Team Space Glitter

Space Glitter has been formed to develop content tools within CCP.

Researching other companies content tools "with the end goal being the ability to create new NPCs “in less than five weeks."

"One of the goals in improving PvE is to add more variability to the experience."

"James asked for a sleeper dreadnought that would siege starbases in a wormhole. Korvin asked for an NPC noob that would follow you in a WH and ask in local “Can I salvage?” There was some other discussion about replacing or modifying some of the existing rats."


New Player Experience

"CCP and the CSM discussed the opportunities available and visible to new players that help new players to get a feeling for the ways to initially play the game."

Achievements for PvP?

"CCP is primarily interested in making new players aware of their options, rather than advising them what to do."

Lots of discussions about how to ease players into the game and get them into a corp.


Art

"..will be showing a series of ship redesigns, and the industrial redesign."

"Art wants to take the newly updated station models and add cues around the station and gates in the system that indicate activity in the system. For example: the addition of traffic lines or more indications of the increased traffic; pollution around the stations, with differences depending on what sort of activities are taking place in the area, possibly with station upgrades or additional instillations in the station area. A concept of the stargate with increased traffic was shown, and the CSM notably “ooooo’d”. An example of a high market activity system, with decals, and an enhanced station interior were all also positively received."

More work on wrecks including multiple wreck types for same capitals.

"They showed station wrecks, factional station variants, and a soccer field on the station to the CSM."

"...concept art for muzzle flashes from gun fires, updates to ship boosters, and proximity lighting differences."

"Amongst the assets shown were new cybernetic arm variations, stronger racial outfits and their color variants."

CSM asked about Male/female clothing being usable on any toon. Not possible - Because of Boobies! (OK they didn't say that but they implied it)


Alliance Logos on ships - Current alliance logos not suitable and everyone would need to be redone. Example some are too bright to look good in space etc.

Potential for corp logo tool to have more things added.

Sunday, April 6, 2014

SCASSSS - Burn Jita 3?

The following picture was posted over the weekend. Is it a troll? Is it real?


If I were the Goons I'd be looking at the last weekend of April, which is the weekend before Fanfest, to do this for maximum exposure. So, the timing appears to be about right.

Friday, April 4, 2014

For Services Rendered

Fiction Friday! Escape pod here.

I saw an article in the news that reminded me of an old(er) movie. I got the old "How could that be set in the Eve Online universe?" in my head. Which led to this. It’s a bit old school Greek to be honest. This is how I see capsuleers in New Eden. The Immortals sat on Mount Olympus playing with mortals lives for their own twisted enjoyment. This one is a bit longer than normal at 5k words-ish. Sorry, got carried away with this one!

TL;DR - Capsuleers are utter bastards!


For Services Rendered

"Armour down to 15%!" Garin shouted over the alarms on the bridge.

His wife, Kairi, just looked at him through the smoke as she frantically work at her console trying to get the shields back on line. She was scared out of her wits. The Angel Cartel cruiser fired again at their small research frigate. The bright red laser fire sliced into the engineering section setting off more alarms. Garin could see all was lost. He abandoned the defensive systems console and ran over to his wife. He embraced her as the hull breach alarms sounded, burying her face into the side of his neck and wrapping his arms around her protectively. Another explosion rocked the ship.

He whispered "I love you" into her ear as they waited for the end.

Garin and Kairi had been researchers at Duvolle Laboratories. They worked in warp theory and had been key players in the development of several advanced technologies over the years. Their bonuses from these discoveries had helped them save for 'The Beagle'. A small research frigate they had been using since they left Duvolle Laboratories to conduct private research into new methods of faster-than-light travel. They had grown tired of a company getting rich off the back of their own hard work so had left the company and gone to work for themselves. Things had been going well until this moment. They had been near to developing an enhanced warp bubble generator and tests had shown a 13% reduction in the power consumption needed to create the depleted vacuum. It would make them rich. They had taken loans to fund the last of their research and whilst the repayments were crippling, they were close to making big money. One of the final tests was to ensure the enhanced warp bubble functioned within the unstable gravity flux of an asteroid field. Unfortunately they had entered the field at the same time as a pirate cruiser. The engagement had been short. Theirs was a science vessel, not a warship. Their small crew had all been in the engineering section trying to boost power to the shields and had left the husband and wife team to man the bridge. The Angels had specifically targeted the engineering section and their pulse lasers had hit with deadly accuracy. The few surviving crew members from that strike had gotten to the escape pods but the pirates had captured them with a tractor beam as soon as they had launched. Garin and Kairi were the only ones still alive, and the way the ship was breaking apart, they wouldn't last long.

Garin opened his eyes which had been closed since he embraced his wife. Something must have happened. The ship should have been destroyed by now. Why weren't they dead? He then thought the pirates might try to board the ship and take them alive. He gazed at his wife and shuddered when he thought what might happen to her. A steady beep snapped him out of that horrific daydream. They were being hailed. He broke the embrace and went to the comms console. It didn't make sense, it wasn't the pirates hailing them. It was a Caracal class cruiser called 'The Murphy'. The Angel Cartel cruiser was no longer on scan. Garin was about to say something when the abandon ship alarm went off signifying the internal fires and structural damage had reached critical levels. The computer estimated total destruction within sixty seconds. Garin grabbed Kairi's wrist without responding to the incoming hail and ran to the bridge's escape pod which two minutes ago had been not an option with the pirates outside and their deadly tractor beam.

The husband and wife team climbed through the narrow hatch and strapped themselves into the small escape pod. Garin slammed the eject button and the hatched slammed shut. There was a roar as the powerful thrusters activated and the small pod sped away from the burning ship. They could see their life savings explode in a magnificent ball of fire in the small rear-view window before the blue-grey Caracal cruiser dominated their view.


The pod juddered as it was caught in a tractor beam and pulled towards the cruiser.

-o0o-

The door buzzer sounded again. Garin rubbed his head and got out of the warm bed, and he made his way across the room. It had been a long night. The escape pod was picked up by the Caracal almost immediately. They had been met in the cargo hold of the cruiser by an officer. He had told them his name was Executive Officer Landis. He explained that they came across the fight and had destroyed the pirate ship. He even apologised for arriving too late to save their crew and their ship. They had then been given a meal and some quarters and told to rest. That was some 12 hours ago and they'd both slept all night, exhausted as they were.

Garin opened the door to find Landis standing there.

"Good morning. I trust you slept well." he enquired.

"Excellently all things considered. We cannot thank you enough for saving us." replied Garin.

Kairi wrapped the bed sheet around herself and came to the door.

"Yes and more. Would it be possible to thank the Captain personally?" she asked.

"Well... I'm not sure that will be possible. You see 'The Murphy' is a capsuleer vessel. Our captain is an Empyrean sealed in his hydrostatic capsule in the belly of the ship."

Capsuleers or Empyreans where the elite star ship pilots of New Eden. Unlike regular captains, they were suspended inside a hydrostatic capsule which kept their body in a sort of suspended animation. The ship was wet-wired into their neural and central-nervous systems allowing them to control most systems with their minds. Whilst they still had a small crew, the Capsuleer could respond and react quicker and more efficiently than a normal captain with regular crew. This made capsuleer ships extremely powerful. The capsule also granted them immortality. Neural scanners built into the pod could capture a brain scan at the moment the capsule was breached and transmit the scan to a waiting clone in a distant station. When the ship docked, the Capsuleer could then leave the hydrostatic capsule and go about their business.

"Oh. Well in that case please, pass on our thanks." she replied.

The XO enquired if they needed anything. When they said no, he explained that due to their mission, the cruiser would be in space for three more days. They would then drop them off at a Federation station after that. Both Garin and Kairi thanked the XO again and asked him to thank the crew on their behalf before he left them to rest.

-o0o-

Garin emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist. He felt significantly better after a shower. Whilst he was rapidly approaching 40 he still worked out regularly. He was someone who subscribed to the old healthy body, healthy mind philosophy. His wife was only two years younger than him at 37. They had married young and children had arrived quickly after that. Two boys and a girl. The eldest boy and the girl were both at university. He was studying Graviton Physics and she, Political Science. Their youngest son wanted to join the Navy and was going through a private officer training college. It was expensive, but it would mean he could enter the Navy at officer level without having to work up the ranks. Garin looked at his wife laid on the bed. She too kept in shape and he wondered sometimes what a beautiful woman like her was doing with him. As he watched her he noticed her shake slightly, she was crying. He lay on the bed behind her, pressing his body against her and stoking her long glossy black hair.

"What is it?" he whispered.

"Everything" she sobbed "We've lost everything. All our savings, all our lifes work was invested in that ship. We have nothing. None of the research, none of the blueprints. We were banking on them, now they are gone. We cannot even pay the kids college fee's next month or the loan on our home. We've ruined their lives as well as our own."

Garin continued to stroke her hair lovingly. "Look" he whispered reassuringly "We'll work it out. We always have. We're alive and that’s the main thing."

They lay together for over an hour. Just two people comforting each other. The door buzzer finally made Garin rise. He opened the door to find Executive Officer Landis. He was holding two clothing carriers and two bags.

"Compliments of the Captain. He'd be honoured if you would join him for dinner tonight. Say eight o'clock?".

Garin thanked him, took the offered bags and returned to the bed sneaking a peek inside the carriers.

"I guess we are dressing up tonight." he smiled at Kairi as he showed her what was in the clothing carriers.

-o0o-

They were collected up by an officer in dress uniform at twenty hundred hours ship-time sharp. The officer took them to one of the upper decks and opened a door for them. They stepped into an amazing ornate dining room. Garin gave a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation. 24 hours ago they were getting ready to die. Now he was dressed in a dinner jacket with black tie with his gorgeous wife, in a shimmering blue satin cocktail dress looking amazing. They were standing in one of the most impressive dining rooms he'd ever seen. All in deep space aboard a warship.

Sat at the table was a man. As they entered he stood and walked towards them. Kairi studied him with a scientific eye. He looked Gallente and in his early 40's. She knew there was no way to guess his real age. He was a capsuleer and could change bodies as most people changed clothes. He could be in his early 20's or could be over 150 years old. It was impossible to say. He was immaculately dressed. The grey suit was fitted and hugged every contour of his body. He was certainly attractive and moved with the grace of a big cat. The way he looked at her as he approached, for a split second, made her feel as if she truly was the prey of a big cat.

"I am Captain Gage. It is a delight to meet you both."

Pleasantries were exchanged and they took their seats at the table. As soon as they sat waiting staff appeared from nowhere with a gazpacho soup and exquisite white wine.

The meal was fabulous, fit for a State banquet. As they were finishing their coffee Kairi, had to ask a question that had been nagging her all night.

"You are a capsuleer then?"

"Yes I am." replied the Captain. A glint in his eye showed he was interested where this was going. He placed his glass down and shifted slightly to face her.

"How did you get out of your capsule without docking the ship?" she asked. The Captain smiled.

"This is what we call a hybrid ship. It has an internal pod gantry that allows me to enter and leave my pod at will. It is not an overly pleasant experience as you can imagine so I don't do it too often. Also it puts me at risk. Here I am mortal and should the ship be destroyed I will die unless I can get back to my capsule and jack back in. It also puts my crew at risk. Capsuleer vessels require significantly smaller crews due to the amount we can do when wet-wired into our ships. Right now the crew is working harder and less efficiently than a normal crew whilst I am un-jacked."

"So if it puts your ship at greater risk and works your crew so hard, why did you leave your capsule tonight?" Kairi asked.

"I wanted to meet you both in person. Holograms are useful, but not very personal are they?" the Capsuleer smiled. "Shall we?" and with that the capsuleer stood and held out an arm indicating they should move over to a door in the back wall.

Garin and Kairi followed as the Capsuleer went through the door and into a small room. There were a few seats and a small table with a bottle of amber liquid with glasses. The capsuleer gestured for them to sit and poured the drink.

"This is my favourite room for an after dinner drink." he said.

Kairi looked around. The room was small and the main wall in front of them was just unpainted metal with no decorations or art. A blank, boring steel wall. She raised an eyebrow at the capsuleer.

"Oh sorry" he said "Computer, transparency on."

Suddenly and entire section of the wall just faded away to nothing and they were left with an amazing view of the cosmos.


"To life amongst the stars!" the Capsuleer said, raising his glass. Garin and Kairi repeated the toast and sipped the very expensive brandy.

-o0o-

Several hours flew by as the three told stories and chatted about their past. Finally the Capsuleer glanced at his watch.

"So we'll be docking in about 36 hours. What do you plan to do next?" the capsuleer enquired.

He saw Kairi's demeanour change instantly.

"I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

Garin spoke up before his wife, fearing she may cry.

"We don't know. To be honest everything we owned and all our money was invested in that ship. We took a gamble, rolled the dice and I'm afraid we came up with snake-eyes. We just need time to think of the next step." Garin explained hoping the Captain would have the tact to drop the very touchy subject.

Thankfully he simply gave a half smile, nodded understandingly and refilled the glasses with more Gallente brandy.

They changed subjects and chatted for a while longer. However, each time the subject inevitably came around to money or the future and the conversation would die suddenly.

"Look, your loss is obviously a massive problem to you. Where are you based?" the capsuleer finally asked.

"The system of Villore currently." Garin replied guardedly wondering where this was going.

"So, you deal in Federation Credits." the capsuleer picked up a data pad and started inputting some numbers. "Would 4.8 million credits cover your loss?" he asked nonchalantly.

Garin and Kairi looked at each other wide-eyed. That number was many times more than what they had lost. That amount of money would not just replace their ship, it would buy them a better one. They'd have money to cover all three children's educations from now until they graduated and it would also support them with their living costs for the remainder of their college days. It would pay off the loan on their home completely and still leave them with a large chunk of cash left.

"Yes." replied Garin finally, still guarded.

"Well then I have a proposition for you. You can provide me with a service which I will pay you 4.8 million credits for."

The husband and wife glanced at each other.

"What service could we possibly offer a Capsuleer?" Garin asked. He had folded his arms across his chest and his body language had become decidedly defensive.

"I am a capsuleer. I am immortal. That plays havoc with ones love life. I can never be in a real relationship with a mortal, she would wither and die before my eyes over the years. As for other Capsuleers, well to be honest we don't seem to get along with each other in the long term. When you truly have eternity together, things get very boring very quickly. Small annoyances grow to massive bugbears over the decades. One night stands? Oh they are always available for the rich and powerful. But you can only take so much of the over-the-top moaning and groaning from high-class call girls and their mechanical, detached, love-making. I would like a night with a real woman, not a hooker, not a call girl, but a real woman. A mother. A wife. Four point eight million Federation Credits for one night with your wife Garin. Just the one brief night and then you will leave my ship with her and the money and you will never see me again."

Garin's face went red and was about to shout when the Capsuleer held up a hand which stopped him.

"I know exactly what you are about to say. You are about to refuse my offer point blank, you'll probably question my parentage and then threaten me with violence. Please don't say or do anything you'll later regret. I will leave you two, to talk now . A member of the crew will come to your quarters at eighteen hundred hours ship-time tomorrow. You can send them away, or Kairi can go with them and you can let them bring her to me. If this seems one-sided we have girls on board for you Garin, if you so wish. You both might find it easier that way. Anyway, good night."

As the capsuleer rose and turned to leave, Garin clenched his fists and started to rise. Kairi put a hand on his shoulder stopping him. He sat back down and watched the Captain leave.

"I cannot believe the nerve of that guy" Garin hissed almost shaking. He turned to Kairi and noticed she didn't seem angry. He raised his eyebrows in shock.

"We need to talk about this." Kairi said in a hushed tone. Garin looked at her aghast.

-o0o-

They had returned to their quarters and had indeed talked. Garin had started furiously. He was angry that Kairi even wanted to discuss it and that they should forget that the whole thing ever happened. Kairi trying to get him to talk about it only increased his rage. Finally it became too much for him and he broke down sobbing. Kairi went up to him and embraced him.

"I'm not the only woman you've ever slept with am I?" she asked in a hushed tone "Were there others before me?"

"Yes." he answered.

"Did you love those other women?"

"No!" he replied forcefully.

"So you can go to bed with someone without love? Without an emotional connection? Just sex?"

Garin shook his bowed head, he could see where this was going but didn't know what to say. Did she want to go through with this?

"You... you want to do this?" he stammered.

"No. I don't want to do this." she emphasised the word 'want'. "But do we have a choice? If you say 'no' after we have properly discussed this then I won't. But I ask you what is the alternative? I ask you to think about our family. The kids will be kicked out of college, we'll lose our home and the bank will seize all of our assets to cover the loans we took to fund the last of our research. The five of us will be on the streets, homeless. What will we do? Where will we go? How will we survive? Isn't one meaningless night worth it to prevent that and also secure our futures forever? Isn't it worth it to stop the utter destruction of our family? Is what I am being asked to do tomorrow night any worse than what we might be forced to do in order to survive a few months down the road. What the kids might have to do to survive? When we are on the streets, cold and hungry, what will we all do to survive?"

Garin looked at her with red eyes. She was right, they had no options. He moved in and kissed her deeply. They collapsed on the bed and made love. Anything to delay the decision that they had to make.

-o0o-

The door chimed at exactly 6pm ship-time time the next day. The door opened and the Executive Officer in dress uniform was confronted by Kairi. She was stood there with the small bag in her hand. Garin was sat on the bed behind her with his head in his hands.

"You don't need the bag ma'am" he said polietly "Everything you will need has been provided for you."

She simply nodded and placed the bag on the floor. She looked over her shoulder. Garin looked up with bloodshot eyes. She mouthed "I love you" and followed the Executive Officer down the corridor. The door hissed closed as she left.

After a quick ride in the lift the XO showed her into a room off a long corridor. "You will find everything you need here ma'am, to get ready. The Captain will collect you for dinner at twenty hundred hours." With that the officer left leaving Kairi alone in the room.

Back down in their quarters the door chimed again. Garin leapt up in hope. Had Kairi changed her mind? Had she decided that she could not go through with it. He knew she was right, if she didn't do this not only were their lives ruined but also their children’s. But he also wanted to her to say no, that he was the only man for her. He opened the door and was disappointed that it was the XO stood there. Garin sighed in resignation realising she was really going through with it. He went back to the bed and sat down. Landis entered the room.

"Sir. I know this is a very difficult time. However, the Captain has asked me to ensure you want for nothing tonight." The XO cleared his throat and movement at the door caught Garin's eye. Slowly, one by one, five women entered his room and stood opposite him. There were two Gallente women and one of each of Matari, Caldari and Amarr. All five were utterly beautiful and dressed to kill. Garin just held his head in his hands.

"I'll leave you alone sir. Please take your time and choose as many as you wish. The girls you do not need know their way out." and with that the XO left the room.

Garin looked up at the five high-class call girls and shook his head at the situation. The five beautiful women stood there smiling and flirting with him, all with pure lust on their faces.

Up on the top deck Kairi was finishing getting ready. The Capsuleer certainly had expensive tastes. Her clothing had all been laid out ready for her and an AI hologram had been on hand to advise her on dressing, make-up and hairstyle. The black satin cocktail dress she wore was from one of the best and most exclusive Gallente fashion houses. Same for the shoes and the lingerie. She smoothed the dress over her legs, trying to hide the tell-tale bumps of the suspender belt holding up the very expensive black Amarrian silk stockings that she wore. The material of the dress was too thin to hide them. She assumed that was the point. She had actually struggled in getting ready, she'd never worn anything like this before and at one point the AI hologram had to correct her. She lifted the hem of the dress and tried to adjust the suspenders one last time to try and make them comfortable.


She checked herself in the mirror. She had to admit to herself, she looked amazing.

She was still checking herself out in the mirror when the door chime made her jump. She walked over in the stiletto heels that probably cost as much as an entire semester for one of her children’s college fees. She took a deep breath and pushed the open button on the door control. The door opened and the Capsuleer was stood there, smart in a light grey suit.

"My! Kairi! You are a vision of beauty!" he said.

Kairi's heart fluttered. She hadn't felt like this for years. It was like she was on a first date. She was nervous yet, she felt ashamed to admit, it could also be a little excitement. The Capsuleer was attractive and if she had been single... but she'd never been with another man since her husband. But this wasn't a date, this was a contract. Four point eight million credits for services rendered.

The capsuleer lent forward and kissed her gently on the mouth. She didn't respond.

"It is not too late to back-out" he said mentally noting that she did not return the kiss "Just say and I'll arrange for you to be escorted back to your quarters. No hard feelings."

Kairi didn't know what to do. The thought of going back to Garin sounded like everything that she wanted right now. However, she knew the consequences if she backed out. She had no choice, she was trapped. She shook her head slightly.

"Are you sure?" the capsuleer asked "I will not force you, and you need to be a willing participant, otherwise all bets are off."

"Yes, I am sure." came the whispered reply as she hung her head in shame.

He stroked his palm gently and lovingly over her cheek. She closed her eyes and thought about her husband, her children. The past. Their potential future. What would happen to her family without the capsuleer’s money. What would happen to them if she didn't go through with this. She raised her head to look at him.

The capsuleer ran his thumb gently over her lips. He looked deep into her eyes and lent in again for the second kiss, his hand snaking behind her neck, under her hair and pulling her head gently forward to meet his.

-o0o-

Garin heard the door to the quarters hiss open. He was sat on the end of the bed and sprung to his feet. Kairi stood there in the doorway looking in at her husband. It was a look of both shame and sorrow. A single tear ran down her cheek. Garin realised he hadn't been keeping track of time. He glanced at the wall, it was 0800 ship time. He'd been sat there all night. Kairi stepped forward into the room and he moved to meet her. They embraced together. For minutes they stood there, just holding each other, not saying a word. Each wanted to ask the other about the previous night, but they had agreed not to speak of what each did. They finally collapsed on the bed, still embracing, and cried into each other’s shoulders.

-o0o-

Four hours later the XO escorted the married couple to the main airlock following their arrival at a station in the system of Fricour. He passed them a data pad as they passed through the thick steel door.

"Four point eight million Federation Credits have been deposited in your account. I hope that brings you and your family happiness." he said with sincerity.

Garin and Kairi nodded with half smiles and briefly thanked him. They walked through the airlock and down the ramp, hand in hand to the bustling space station promenade and vanished into the crowd.

Suddenly a hologram of the capsuleer appeared next to the XO.

"Excellent work Landis." he said.

"Thank you sir."

"Did the husband partake?" the capsuleer asked.

"No sir. He sent all five girls away as soon as I left and remained on his own the entire night. Given his wife was in your quarters all night and you paid them the money, I assume she was compliant?" the XO replied.

The hologram of the capsuleer chuckled. "More than you can ever believe. She was excellent. Really made me feel like I was her lover. She was a very good find Landis, well done. I had a very, very enjoyable evening. I don't know how you find these sometimes."

"Well sir, those two were found using my, shall we say 'slightly unauthorised', access to the local banking systems. I have a bot in the system that identifies married couples in their 30's with children whose bank accounts show they are either in financial trouble or have sunk their life savings into a gamble. Those with children are always a good target for your games sir. The bot identified those two a month ago. With a bit of digging I found they had gambled everything into that little science vessel and had a word with our pirate friends. Oh and we owe them two hundred thousand for staging the attack."

"No problem. Transfer the cash immediately and thank them for a job well done. So what have you got next for me? You'll have to work hard to beat the last one." said the Capsuleer.

"Well sir I'm hopeful this one will be even better." replied the XO as he started walking towards the bridge "For your next game I've found a Matari family running a mining vessel two systems over. The wife is just your type sir. Mid-30's, lean and fit with dark and dusky complexion. We could use our pirate friends to attack them, board their ship and snatch their two young children. It would be easy to paint over the Angle Cartel markings with some Amarrian Slaver markings. We then turn up just in time to rescue the husband and wife from their burning ship, but after the 'slavers' have warped off. Of course they will beg you to pursue the slavers and rescue their children. You would need to play the normal 'bastard capsuleer' role this time. Say that you'll rescue the kids from the evil slave traders if they pay for your trouble. Of course these poor miners could never afford capsuleer rates and have nothing to offer. So after they plead a bit more you can 'take pity on them' and agree to save the kids if she makes, shall we say, a special payment to you."

"I like it." replied the holographic capsuleer with a large grin. "Yes, I like that plan a lot. In fact she'll be so desperate she'll agree to anything won't she? I have an idea, I'd like one of my resident girls to play my twisted girlfriend in this one. Maybe that black-haired Gallente one, Yvette? She likes girls too right? Oh, and nothing for the husband. He just gets to sit in the quarters and imagine what me and Yvette are getting up to with his wife." the capsuleer chuckled.

"Understood Sir, I'll contact our pirate friends and tell them that they are playing slave traders next and to snatch the children and to wait at a safe spot until we turn up to 'rescue' the children. I will also ensure Yvette is briefed and appropriately dressed. The addition of Yvette will make it a truly inspired caper sir." the XO smirked.


Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Drones TL; DR

CCP Fozzie wrote a bit of a long Dev Blog on the summer drone changes. You can read the full thing here.

Too much? OK, how about a ROUGH SCAS summary of the changes. If you are really big on drones take time to read the Dev Blog, this is just a summary and probably misses some bits that might be really important to you.


Racial Drones.

Yeah... Amarr and Caldari drones are pants and nobody used them (other than ECM ofc). They are being buffed so they are useful!

Gallente - Best DPS, Worst Speed, Termal Damage
Minmatar - Worst DPS, Best Speed, Explosive Damage
Amarr - Low DPS, High Speed, EM Damage
Caldari - High DPS, Low Speed, Kinetic Damage

So for DPS it is Gallente best then Caldari then Amarr then Matari. For speed it is Matari best then Amarr then Caldari then Gallente.


Faction Drones.
  • Navy Faction Drones are being brought closer to T2 stats but without the specialisation skill bonus (so T2 will still be better).
  • “Integrated” drones to have 15% more damage and 10% more HP, tracking and speed than T1
  • “Augmented” drones will keep their current significant bonuses to HP, tracking and speed, they will also get their damage bonus increased to 32% above T1


Size of Drones

Yeah, the bigger they are, the slower they are. So...

  • Increase in MWD speed equals a 20% increase to the MWD speed of Medium Drones, and a 43% increase in Heavy Drone MWD speed. Your fatter drones will get to the target quicker, but sub-warp speeds still same. So don't expect your Ogres to do much against that frigate!


Skillz
  • To make drones more "new player" friendly, the Drone Interfacing skill will be nerfed to a 10% increase in DPS per level (was 20%). Drones to get base DPS increase to support this so at Drone Interfacing trained to level 5 the damage is the same as it is now (forgetting all other changes proposed).
  • Combat Drone Operation skill split into two new skills, Light Drone Operation and Medium Drone Operation. Skills will be split at DT and you'll receive new skills at your current CDO level (same as when destroyer skill was 'racialised').
  • The Scout Drone Operation skill is being renamed “Drone Avionics”
  • The Electronic Warfare Drone Interfacing skill is being renamed “Advanced Drone Avionics”
  • Racial Drone Specialization skills will now provide their damage bonus to Tech Two sentry drones as well as the normal combat drones.
  • Drone Interfacing, Drone Sharpshooting, Drone Durability, and Drone Navigation skills will all provide their bonuses to Fighters and Fighter Bombers. 


Sentry drones

Need to close the gulf between T1 (crap) and T2 (awesome sauce) and to address the issues with the two 'unpopular' racial sentry drones.

  • Massive Gulf between T1 and T2 needs closing. Buff to T1 sentry DPS.
  • Faction navy sentry drones will get same 20% increase in optimal and falloff that T2 enjoys.
  • Swapping the position of the Bouncer and Curator sentries in the damage ranking, and adding tracking to the Bouncers to compensate.
  • Swapping some optimal range to falloff on the Bouncers, adding falloff to the Wardens and Gardes, and removing falloff from the Curator sentries. 

Changes to fighters, fighter bombers and supercarriers
  • All universal drone bonuses from skills and modules will apply to Fighters and Fighter Bombers. (Drone Interfacing, and modules such as Drone Damage Amplifiers) 
  • The base damage of Fighters and Fighter Bombers is being reduced (due to above, for example Fighters will find that with Drone Interfacing trained to five their basic damage returns to normal and all the other skills and bonuses from Drone Damage Amplifiers are pure additions. Fighter Bombers will need Drone Interfacing 5 and two Tech Two Drone Damage Amplifiers to slightly surpass their current damage rates).
  • Reducing the maximum number of drones available to Supercarriers from the current 20 to 10. 
  • All Supercarriers will receive a 100% damage bonus to Fighter and Fighter Bomber damage, and the hitpoints and volume of Fighter Bombers will be doubled.
  • Fighter Bomber shield recharge rates will be cut in half to ensure that they do not regain high passive tank rates.
  • Increasing the materials required to build Fighter Bombers by a little over 50%.
  • Small (7%) buff to the Shadow Fighter Bomber DPS, a special advanced Sansha variant that is obtained by fighting off incursions.


New drone modules
  • New low slot Omnidirectional Tracking Enhancers
  • Faction versions of the Drone Damage Amplifier and Drone Navigation Computer modules
  • More faction versions of the Omnidirectional Tracking Link module. 
  • The faction modules will be available in Gallente Navy and Amarr Navy variants (available in both normal and FW LP stores) as well as Guristas and Rogue Drone variants available as loot drops.

Monday, March 31, 2014

How We'll Get into Jove Space?

.... as I see it anyway.

From the moment CCP announced we will be getting new space at Fanfest 2013 I have maintained that they will be opening Jove space. Here is how I think they'll do it.

CCP already probably have started moving the Dev's and GM's who inhabit Jove space out. I would think they have simply created a new "wormhole space" area with no wormholes for them to live in and run the alliance tournament in etc. It works same as Jove space being able to 'teleport' players in there when they need to but it doesn't show up on our maps. Better eh!

Now for us getting into Jove space! You know when you find a wormhole that leads into Jove space? Of course you don't, there aren't any. Wierd eh? Random wormholes appear in EVERY system in New Eden EXCEPT those in this small patch here!


Really? Why? Well I think CCP will go down the 'jammer' route for the lore explanation. The Jove are (were) closely related to the Sleepers. Sleepers can manipulate wormholes. Therefore surely the Jove can control them too? I would expect the reason we don't see wormholes in Jove space is because of jamming structures implemented by the Jove to stop the pesky humans getting in and trying to steal their stuffz (yes, Jove are technically human, you know what I mean Mr Picky!).

Anyway as long as these structures are fuelled and maintained we'll never get in. Oh yeah, the Jove are all dead! Read Templar One, check the Eve Client (all Jove ships got removed recently). The Jove are all dead as that parrot.


So when the expansion goes live (may be not this summer) wormholes will start appearing in Jove space as the jammer network goes down. The first intrepid explorers will reach Jove space via wormholes (if a GM has teleported you to Jove space in the past you are not an explorer, you are a tournament monkey). Those clever ones will bring a cyno.

Once people have got a cyno ship into Jove space then jump freighters and carriers can be brought in to start building your presence. Jove space is crawling with Sansha now so plenty of ratting available. Its also got unique exploration and archaeological sites. Old Jove sites that have been forgotten about for centuries. Whilst the technology is they contain is seen as massively outdated to the Jove (or was before they all died out) it is still advanced technology to us. Think Sleeper sites. This lays the foundation for T3 modules! Ooooo as an after thought what if you could find those old wormhole jammer structures, scan them with a data analyser thingy (I don't known what its called, I'm no carebear) and build your own? Null-sec entities could build wormhole jammers!


Problem is that it is a PITA getting in and out of this space. You either take the wormholes or you jump a capital. What we need is some stargates!

We know player built stargates are coming. Its one of the few things we do know. Since the fallout from Fanfest 2012 and the module POS idea, CCP have been very tight lipped....

Fanfest 2012 Speaker - Listen to all these great ideas we have. Wouldn't it we be great if we implemented... *insert great idea here, here and here*.
Geeks - Oooooooo! Ahhhhhhhhh! AWESOMESAUCE! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!

CCP in Circa. December 2012 - Yeah that modular POS idea. Its too difficult and nobody will use it so NOPE!
Geeks - AARRRGGGGHHHHH! /RAGE
CCP in Circa. December 2012 - Oh shit! Nerd-rage and threadnought! Stop telling these asshats things before we are sure they are workable!

Fanfest 2013 DUST514 Speaker - Look at this cool and amazing stuffz and ideas for the future we have got for you. Check out these amazing plans lots and lots of details!
The guy who plays DUST514 (he was there) - YEAH!!!!!!!!!!
Fanfest 2013 Eve Speaker - Yeah, erm, imagine.... well.... stuff. We have a 5-year roadmap but cannot talk about it. Erm... well.... here is a picture of some Badgers building a stargate! Just use your imagination (whispers to colleague - This new 'expectation management' makes for really boring presentations right?)
Eve Geeks - Wut? Eh? Seriously?

So Stargates will be built by players? But first you'll need to scan down an appropriate point in the two systems to be connected. Place some sort of structure to start the process (gravity well generator?) and then get a metric shit-ton of materials to location to build it. Its likely to take time so you'll need a wide selection of players to undertake the risky task of building your own personal stargate. Scanners/probers, industrialists, freighter pilots, haulers, PvP pilots (to escort all the materials needed to be brought in and to protect the 'baby gate' and the industrials building it).


On the topic of industrials I think we'll get a new module for constructing massive structures in space that can only be used on 'industrials'. Unlike building a outpost that requires carriers and logistics to 'rep' the thing up, I think we'll get a new use for the industrials in game in this regard. Because lets face it, they are not 'industrials' they are haulers currently. Repping carriers and logistics will be less use in building stargates and it'll need haulers with high industrial skilled pilots to get the thing built.

How Jove space will work sov wise I have no idea. I would imagine CCP might try to laying the foundations to test new sov mechanics in this area before rolling out to null-sec. May be it will be a balance between Faction War type system capture (small ships capturing complexes in enemy space) and current Sov mechanics (lots of structure bashing). Who knows.

Anyway, that's how I see our 'new space' being given to us. Am I right? Check back here the first weekend of May as I report semi-live from Fanfest providing I'm not too pisht.*


*That is also providing CCP actually tell us something this year!

Sunday, March 30, 2014

SCASSSS - Bringing the Game into Disrepute

In this weeks short I want to talk about where 'the line' is between teasing and bullying outside the Eve Online Client. This subject has been a hot topic following Ripard's 'expose' last week.

E1's bonus room is now well known where as two weeks ago very few people had heard about it. Whether this was a set up or troll is neither here-or-there as this topic has been rumbling on for years. How do you draw the line when it comes to player harassment/bullying outside the Eve-O Client?

Is 'the bonus room' (if it is genuine) on TeamSpeak harassment?
Is Sindel Pellion's "Makula Cries" on SoundCloud harassment?

How do you judge between the two? I think its obvious the first one (if genuine) is a bit OTT, the second one is a bit of light leg-pulling and I would hope nobody ever thinks about taking action.


However, now try and put that distinction into words. Try to write a water-tight rule that clearly states one is harassment and the other is just a bit of fun. You can't can you? Here is the problem. There is no way to define in words how far is too far. The rule that bans the bonus room could also apply equally to the parody song. Here is CCP's current "official" stance:-

CCP strongly disapproves of clear and extraordinary levels of real life harassment against our players in the outside world.

What is a "clear and extraordinary level"? This is still way too subjective and open to various interpretations.

In UK football (soccer to you Yanks) there is a rule/law which is "Bringing the game into disrepute". Now unlike many laws that say you can specifically do this but you cannot specifically do that, this one is not clear cut. May be that is an answer in the EULA question? If we are going down the "trial by threadnought" route surely this is the best way to word it? If it takes 400 people to cry "this is unacceptable" is that bringing Eve Online into disrepute?

I'd hate to be the one at CCP who has to "draw the line" in written form here.


Friday, March 28, 2014

Countdown

Fiction Friday. Escape pod here.


Countdown

"So what is it?"

"I don't know!"

"Is it a ship? A drone? A structure?"

"I. Don't. Know!"

Now agitated, First Officer Bique lent back over the scanner table whilst the Captain looked on. The small red dot blinked in the centre with six larger blue circles surrounding it showing the range of the scanner probes. The salvaging frigate had come to Amarr as they had recently salvaged a lot of starship capacitor parts. Given the Amarrians love of laser weaponry, capacitor salvage always sold at the highest price in this system. It was simple supply and demand. During the downtime Bique had sent a flight of probes to the edge of the solar system. A remote spot he picked at random hoping to get lucky as he was bored. To his surprise the probes had identified a very weak signature. He spent the next few hours narrowing the scan down. Finally he had got a fix on the location but the scanners were reporting the object as 'unknown'. He'd never had this before. It always told him if it was a ship, a wreck, a lost drone, a cargo container. This was simply unknown, and that worried him.

"Can we just warp there and look?" asked Kolmeter. The ships salvaging expert was usually the first to suggest a more direct approach. Kolmeter had spent most of his life in space. He was Matari and if it floated in space, he'd salvaged it at one time or another over the years. Some thought he was crazy and the stunts he pulled regularly scared the crap out of people. The man had no fear, especially when in a spacesuit bounding around an unstable wrecked ship in deep space.

"The probes compare what they are scanning to a database. Whatever that is, its not in the database. It could be some strange probe, or it could be a custom built heavy assault cruiser piloted by a rich sociopath who likes to sit on the edge of the solar system and get people to scan him down and warp to him so he can blow their ship away!"

Kolmeter shrugged and remained quiet. Bique scratched his head. Even though he was right about the rich socio-path possibility, Kolmeter was also right. Unless they warped to the object they'd never know. He re-adjusted the probe settings and ordered another scan. Same result, 'unknown'.

"OK you cannot tell me what it is, best guess then?"

The First Officer sighed. He hated guesses that would put himself and the rest of the crew in danger.

"Whatever it is, it has power and there are some weird short-range radio signals coming from it. Nothing I've ever seen before although they look to be Amarrian. Worst case, its your rich socio-path in a sniper HAC. Bad case it is some long lost probe that's not worth the fuel to warp out there. Best case scenario its an abandoned Jove ship and we'll all be mega-rich. That OK for you Captain?"

The crew stared at him open mouthed.

"Seriously? Jovian?" the Captain asked referring the the reclusive advanced race.

CONCORD had recently removed all Jovian tech from the databases. No Jove had been spotted for years and many believed that they were extinct. As they wanted to clear out the database of all excess signatures, the Jove ships had been removed. If it was a Jove ship then they'd get an 'unknown' reading like they had right now. Bique didn't think for a moment it was really a Jove ship. However unlikely as it was, if it was an abandoned Jovian ship they would be richer than their wildest dreams. Any of the four Empires would give billions for an intact Jove ship. However, none of them were forgetting about the other possibilities that could lay at the edge of the solar system.

"OK, no guts, no glory. Warp us to 100k off it and be ready to warp back if its hostile." the Captain orders.

Bique just groaned. 100km would be the optimal range for any railguns belonging to a socio-path in a sniper HAC.

-o0o-

The tension on the bridge was high. The warp-tunnel was starting to fade and in seconds they would know what it was.


A small dot appeared in the centre of the screen. The First Officer quickly adjusted the zoom and a groan resounded from the assembled crew. The viewscreen was filled by an old style satellite.

Several members of the crew just walked out of the bridge shaking their heads whilst Bique started more detailed scans of the abandoned satellite.

"Well I guess we won't be retiring just yet!" the Captain complained. "Enough of this. Lets get moving to earn some real cash. Helm plot us a course to the Sarum Prime stargate and engage."

"Wait Captain!" Bique called excitedly.

The Captain went over to the scanner table.

"Look, it has solar panels. It must be 400 years old at least! Lets just..." the Captain looked at the datapad Bique handed him and stopped talking.

"Thats impossible!" he finally said.

The short range detailed scan showed that the satellite had over 100kg of enriched uranium inside it. It was far too small to have a nuclear reactor of that size in it. It also didn't look some sort of orbital storage unit.

"Helm take us to within 5k and ready the tractor beam and salvager."

-o0o-

It took nearly 10 minutes for the Kestrel class frigate to reach the satellite. The bridge crew was already working out what to spend their cut on. If the scan was right that old satellite could be worth 1.2 million ISK. Converted to local credits each would be taking home a massive amount.

"Slow to 50 metres per second." ordered the Captain as the ship approached the satellite.

"6000 metres Captain" the Helm announced.

Suddenly there was a bright flash emanating from the satellite. The Kestrel's systems went down like a brick. Confusion broke out on the bridge as the frigate suffered a total power loss. The Captain just stared out of the viewport at the approaching satellite.

"Some sort of EMP defence. All power is down. Nothing is responding." Bique cried out.

"So we cannot even sound the 'brace for impact alarm?" the Captain asked calmly.

Bique turned to him in confusion and saw the viewport. The momentum of the ship meant they were heading for the satellite.

There was a screech of metal on metal as the Kestrel frigate smashed into the the satellite. With the inertial stabilisers offline as well as the artificial gravity the crew were tossed around like rag dolls. Finally the noise died down after a few minutes and the crew struggled to right themselves. A couple of minutes later the emergency power sprung on. The Captain made his way over to the communicator.

"Onodora, report."

Onodora was the ships engineer. He had spent 20 years with the Caldari Navy before going freelance.

"Its not good Captain. I've got the emergency power back up but every single isolator on the ship has tripped. I have no idea what damage is done until I can manually reset them. Going to be a good few hours before I know how bad things are."

The Captain looked out of the viewscreen. It was blocked by the satellite that looked like it must be embedded in the front prongs of the ship. He looked over at their Salvage expert who was trying to get a better look out of a different viewport.

"Kolmeter, suit up. You are going for a walk!"

Kolmeter just groaned. He loved to hate EVA.

-o0o-

"So hows it looking?" the Captain asked.

"It's Amarr space, its a shitty yellow!" Kolmeter replied sarcastically.

The salvage expert was used to being suited up and on the exterior of vessels in space. However it was rare he would be walking along his own vessel. Ahead he could see the satellite embedded into the front prongs of the Kestrel frigate. It looked to be a mess. It took him 20 minutes to reach the front of the ship. The damage to the Kestrel appeared light, but the satellite was jammed in and would take a major operation to free it. He looked at the bottom end of the structure.


"Captain. We have an issue. This is no reactor and certainly no storage pod."

With partial power restored to the bridge the Captain and First Officer were looking at a small screen which was being fed images from Kolmeter's helmet mounted camera. It clearly showed the 10 tubes that surrounded the satellite were in fact missile launch tubes and the covers had been ejected to expose the warheads.

"Kolmeter can you mount the comm link on that port at your 9 o'clock?" Bique asked.

"Seriously, you want me to touch THAT!"

"Just do it."

Carefully Kolmeter made his way over to the access port Bique had indicated. He took out a small box from his pouch and placed it over the port. It secured itself magnetically and started to interface with the satellite. He looked down at his feet were he could see one of the warheads exposed, the collision had ripped the top of the launch tube clean off. It had also pealed a section of the missile cone away exposing two warheads. Kolmeter pushed himself down to go for a closer look at the two exposed weapons.

Inside the ship Bique watched on his datapad as the comm unit communicated with the satellite. As expected the satellites data systems were encrypted and firewalled. However, it took only two minutes for the Kestrels computer to gain access. Whilst the satellites security had been state of the art when it was commissioned, the Kesrels computer have several centuries of computing advancement on its side. It broke through the archaic encryption easily. Bique slumped in his chair as he read the screen. They were in trouble.

-o0o-

The senior crew were gathered around the table as Bique started his briefing. Most systems were still down including long-range communications and all propulsion systems, but life support had been restored.

"OK, quick history lesson. Apparently this thing was in orbit of a planet some 350 years ago. We suspect it got hit by something and over the last few hundred years it has been slowly spinning its way out here. It had a short-range radio handshake which it eventually lost. Given the gradual decrease of the signal strength over the years the satellite assumed it was a technical failure and has been trying to re-establish contact ever since."

"So?" the Captain asked.

"Well when we got close to it activated its automated self-defence systems and EMP'd us. That made us crash into it which made it reset its systems. To the satellite, someone attacked it and it cannot get a handshake from its ground-base. So therefore it thinks its ground-base has been destroyed."

"Sooo?" the Captain asked again more cautiously.

"It thinks its at war and the enemy it was designed to target have destroyed its ground-base. Therefore its gone to action. If the ground-base doesn't respond within six hours it launches its missiles. Ten missiles with six warheads each. Three of the missiles are likely to get stuck on launch as the tubes are blocked by our ships structure. The warheads are on a 60 second timer being air-burst first strike weapons. So seven of the missiles will launch and then release their warheads. I estimate that they'll detonate some 300km away meaning we should be OK if we can get shields up in time. Three of the missiles aren't going anywhere and will breakup against our armour plating so we'll have 18 warheads floating around the ship for sixty seconds before they detonate."

The crew muttered to themselves.

"Any good news?" the Captain groaned.

"Well as one of those warheads is enough to vaporise us, the other 17 aren't really an issue."

-o0o-

"Its not going to go any faster no matter how many of you stare at me"

The Engineer was on his back under one of the plasma turbines. Whilst his head was under the 4m long piece of machinery he knew they were still there. There only chance was to reverse the engines and hope to separate the ship from the satellite and get to a safe distance before the missiles launched. Many of the crew, with nothing better to do, had gone to engineering to help. However given their lack of technical knowledge Onodora was finding them to be more of a hindrance. The only one he could count on was his assistant Eszur. She was a young Matari woman and very shy. However, she was a great engineer and had made his life easier over the last six months. He was attracted to her but had never made any advance to her given he was her boss and had a decade on her.

Whilst most of the circuit breakers had now been reset, Onodora was finding that in some places they hadn't done their job. The electrical surge had broken through and damaged many subsystems in random locations. The first issue was tracking down the damage and the second was getting to it. The tight timescale meant that the many pairs of eyes fixed on his boots was not helping. He slid out from beneath the turbine and stood. After flicking a few switches and seeing nothing he kicked the turbine with his steel toe-capped boots. The machinery hummed into life and a small cheer went up from the assembled crew.

"Sub-light engines are back online Captain, but only 30% power." he said into his communicator with a slight smile.

Back on the bridge the captain acknowledged and thanked his Engineer.

"OK lets see if this works. Reverse the polarity on the tractor beam and engage the engines, full astern."

Whilst Onodora was working on the engines, the Captain had Kolmeter we configuring the tractor-beam. Most salvage vessels had a tractor beam that used graviton physics to pull items towards the ship. In wreckage fields that could be spread over 10's of kilometres it was easier to pull interesting bits of wreckage to you rather than constantly move around. They needed to disengage themselves from the satellite but in deep space with no gravity or air resistance if they moved backwards the satellite would just moved with them.

The noise of the engines increased and Kolmeter confirmed the tractor beam was locked on the satellite. The same horrible screeching of metal on metal resumed as slowly the two ships parted. As soon as they were clear another small cheer went up.

"Swing us around and give it all you've got helm. Try and put as much range between us and that thing as you can. We've got five minutes! Keep using the tractor beam to push it away, at 20km deactivate."


Down in Engineering Onodora was scratching his head. The warpcore should be online. Everything appeared to be green but the warp diagnostic terminal which could tell him in seconds what was wrong had been utterly fried by the EMP. He kicked the nearest console and swore.

"280km Captain. We 'should' be OK if the warheads detonate. They'll be launching in thirty..... oh shit!" Bique exclaimed.

"What?" asked the Captain urgently.

"Get the satellite on screen!" Bique said quickly.

"We can't. Its too far away. We need to be within 100km to magnify. Whats the problem?"

The Captain shut up as the small dot on the screen flared. The missiles were launching. He suddenly realised what Bique was worried about. What direction were those missiles firing in?"

"I've got the missiles on overview sir. Eight of them launched. 6000 metres per second. Heading......"

"Whats the heading!" screamed the Captain.

"They are coming towards us."

Onodora was listening down in Engineering. He ran the numbers in his head. Six K a second. Ten second burn time, 60km. Then the warheads would tumble for 60 seconds. Whilst they didn't have propulsion, the momentum they had in space would keep them moving at the same speed. 420km from the satellite is when they'd detonate. He quickly looked at the ships overview. They had been burning on the same trajectory and were now 350km from the satellite. No matter which way they turned, they couldn't get to a safe distance.

"Onodora, warp drive would be REALLY useful about now" the Captains concerned voice came over the communicator.

Onodora looked at the dead warpcore. He just didn't know what to do. He looked at his assistant with a resigned look on his face as if to say "I'm so sorry I couldn't save us". She gave a half smile back.

"Oh well, I suppose if this is the end!" she said. Onodora looked at her questioningly as she stepped forward, grabbed his head and kissed him deeply.

Onodora suddenly pulled back pushing her away. She looked horrified that even in the moment of death he would reject a kiss from her!"

"No!" he said looking at her excitedly "Not you. Well yes I mean you! You've got it! The injector tongue!!!"

Onodora rushed over to the warpcore and pulled a handle up that re-engaged the what was known as the injector tongue. A hardened piece of titanium that controlled the injection of plasma into the warpcore. Almost instantly the lights around the core turned green.

"Warp drive active!" Onodora shouted and grabbed his assistant and resumed the kiss.

On the bridge the viewscreen showed the warheads spinning past the ship at speed.

"Warp us to station. NOW!" shouted the Captain.

The frigate aligned slightly to one side to line up with the station. Everyone held their breath as the warp drive spun up. The charge level was increasing but nobody had ever experienced a slower two seconds. Then there was a blinding flash.

"Well thats the first time I've ever flown at warp speed through a thermonuclear explosion." the Captain said slumping in his chair as the ship cleared the blast radius.

"Too bad we didn't get rich though." Bique replied "By the time we've paid for repairs we'll be substantially down thanks to that satellite!"

"Oh I wouldn't say that. I'd say we've all done all right out of this." Kolmeter replied "Remember, I'll salvage anything I can get my hands on!"

The Captain and Bique looked at Kolmeter questioningly. He just smiled and tapped a few buttons on his console. The viewscreen swapped to a view of the external airlock. On the floor in the middle lay two of the warheads with various parts removed.

"However, I want a slightly bigger cut as I strained my back getting them inside the ship." he laughed.