Monday, March 18, 2013

Things Returning to Normal in the Warzone

Yesterday I was off sick with man-flu. I'm still bad with it so if this blog post makes no sense it's my bunged up head! After sleeping 14 hours straight I dosed up on tablets and logged onto Eve for a bit. Lately I've not been doing too well. I've being dying horribly and missing kills. Probably not a good idea to log on given my state, but I'm not tired any more so might as well do something.

I hope to break my bad spell with killing some squids and not dying in a fire like I have been the last few days. You ever get that? A losing streak in Eve when everything goes badly no matter what you do? I've been dying far too often lately.


Things do not start well, I find a Rifter on an acceleration gate and go for it in my Tristan. A Kestrel lands five seconds later and that's that!

Anyway, I pod home and grab a Thrasher and head out hoping it'll last long enough that I might need to put more ammo in it!

First up is another Thrasher I snag on the gate and pop and also catch his pod. His ship was PvP fit and he had 45m of implants in his head. Nice to see a proper PvP'r about. So one loss and two kills!

Next is an Atron who I am afraid to say was a farmer. No point and a cloaking device fitted. I killed his pod too for flying that abomination! 

Next up I have an Eve Online Kung Fu moment. I'm sat on a gate and I get a Jaguar on scan so get ready. Jag lands and I point him, guns are pre-overheated and he goes down in three just as a Condor lands which I one volley and get his pod just as an Incursus lands which I also grab, kill and pod.


I follow those up with a Rifter and a Dragoon before coming to a sticky end against an Algos. So not doing bad so far, one T1 frigate and one destroyer down for 13 kills. 

I reship and head back to a gate for a spot of camping and a Sacrilege jumps through. HAC verses destroyer won't end well so I warp to station. He follows, starts to bump me, I dock and undock in my own Sacrilege. How he's not going to agress on Nisuwa station is he? I mean that would be just silly. He's waiting for me to agress which means I'll get the station guns. I ask in corp and a fw seconds later I have a Vexor ready to undock. I agress, he agresses back, Vexor undocks and we fight, someone else undocks and see's a fight going on and joins in (he was a blue). The Sacrilege de-agresses so I overheat the missiles and he pops before he can dock.


Finishing off the session I got a Corax, Kestrel and a Hawk with a few of the other QCats who have gathered at acceleration gate.

18 kills, 2 losses and a lot of good fun. In fact Sunday was the most fun I'd had in FW for a while. But the main thing was, nearly all the kills were PvP fit ships! What has happened? I'm guessing this......


With the Caldari losing war zone control level three a lot of the farmers have stopped as its not as profitable any more. Without the farmers and what I guess is burn-out from the Caldari who started plexing back the warzone in January things have now levelled out. System control is 55/46 to the Caldari but it would seem the Gallente are plexing more as we are getting more victory points. Could this be FW now? One side's plexers burn out, the other takes over until they themselves get burnt out? Are we going to see this see-saw back and forth?

Who knows but Sunday was a super day for PvP!


Friday, March 15, 2013

Into The Black - Part 10 - Catfight

Fan Fiction Friday! This weeks escape pod is to the details of this weekends "Deathrace". Sounds a lot of fun and a lot of prizes to be won. Unfortunately for me its on a work night and late in my TZ otherwise I'd be there. Middle East weekends have some good things like I'm off today and you're probably at work. Then there are bad things like Saturday night is early to bed and I'm in the office at 7am on a Sunday whilst you're still in bed, you lucky bar steward!!! Anyway, I recommend you look up the Deathrace page and I will link it again at the bottom of this weeks fiction.


Into The Black - Part 10 - Catfight

The huge robotic arms swung backwards and forwards picking up parts and depositing them elsewhere as the assembly lines rolled forward. The factory was almost entirely automated and self-sufficient requiring no human intervention. The raven-haired Gallente agent walked between the lines, gracefully dodging the swinging machinery with ease, blaster pistol in her hand. She slowed as she reached the area her adversary ad taken cover in.

The blond Caldari agent suddenly sprung from behind the large robotic arm on the assembly line with a scrambler pistol pointed with precision. She fired two shots at the Gallente agent who dived into cover before she reappeared firing her own pistol at the blond Caldari assassin. She sprang up high onto a ledge firing twice more forcing the Caldari agent to first dodge and then somersault backwards over the conveyor belt.

For a neutral observer, the gun battle was as a beautiful spectacle as such things can be. The two assassins danced around each other using their super-human movement. Their actions were fluid, graceful, yet deadly. They each used the swinging machinery to their advantage giving them extra burst of speed and agility as they jumped from one place to another. The fire-fight lasted 2 minutes before both of their pistols clicked empty at the same time. The Gallente agent jumped down into the isle between two of the assembly lines, the Caldari stepped out of the shadow of the huge robotic arm she had taken cover behind. They faced each other on the factory floor, casually tossing their spent pistols to the side.

The Caldari agent smiled sweetly as she drew a wicked combat knife from her belt. The black-haired Gallente agent subtlety nodded and did the same and they slowly walked towards each other.

-o0o-

Dorn ran with Kara in tow following the direction indicator on the device the Gallente agent had given him. Outside the factory the terrain was unlevel with many dips and crests. After 5 minutes following the blinking indicator, he spotted a small shuttle idling in a depression in the landscape. 


The ship must have detected the proximity of the device that he was holding as a door slid opened and a small set of steps descended automatically to the ground. Dorn bounded up the steps two at a time as he heard the engines powering up. The small ship appeared to be designed to make a speedy escape he assumed and the proximity of the device he was holding had triggered a number of initial start-up sequences. A handy vessel to have when you needed to be airborne in the least time possible he thought.

By the time Kara climbed the steps Dorn was already sat in the pilots chair running through the pre-flight checks.

"What about the woman who helped us?" Kara asked concerned.

"Take a look." Dorn nodded to a screen. Kara looked and saw a screen that was apparently hacked into the factories surveillance system. The screen showed a wide angle shot of the factory floor where the two agents were locked in a bitter knife fight.

"That's how she knew we were there. She had access to the local security net." Dorn said as he continued preparing the vessel to leave.

Kara wasn't really listening, she had become hypnotised at the spectacle unfolding on the monitor in front of her.

-o0o-

The blond Caldari agent pulled back as the black-haired Gallente agent swiped the knife at her face. The razor-sharp knife nicked the Caldari agent on the cheek and she instinctively touched her hand to the wound. When she brought it back down she saw the metallic silver liquid that flowed through her veins. If you could call it that, first 'blood' had gone to the Gallente agent.

"Nice move.... sister." The Caldari agent purred.

"Thank you. From the look of what is leaking from your face it would indeed appear we are 'blood' relatives." Asia replied.

"Well I hope you aren't expecting any family favours. I am going to slowly gut you and, if you are still alive after that, I am going to garrotte you with your intestines."

"How are you going to manage that?" Asia purred back "When you have my knife buried to the hilt in your right eye?"

The Caldari smiled and moved forward.

The Gallente agent pressed the attack. Both assassins were experts in hand-to-hand combat. Blows were blocked, knife swipes were dodged and thrusts were parried. Both used a mix of various martial arts to try and land the critical blow on their opponent.The Caldari landed a kick to the Gallente's face causing her to stumble back but as the Caldari pounced she fought back with her own kick to the blonds stomach which caused her to crash into a pillar before she lept forward, knife in hand.

Kara wasn't the only one watching this spectacle remotely. Intelligence Officer Garrett had also hacked into the factory's security cameras and was intently watching this dance of death involving his commanding officer from the orbiting cloaked Tengu.

The Gallente assassin appeared to be getting the upper hand. The Caldari now had shallow cuts on both her upper arm and stomach. The wounds leaked the same metallic silvery liquid which ran in stark contrast down her skin tight black suit. The Gallente agent pressed the attack thinking she had her opponent right where she wanted her, nearly up against the wall. Then she saw her opening, the Caldari agent had dropped her guard on her left side and the opportunity was there. The Gallente aimed her knife for the Caldari's heart and came in with a lightning fast strike. But the blond agent expected this, she had even invited it. In a blur she knocked the brunettes arm high and span her round. The Gallente agent was slammed backwards into the wall with the blond crashing into her, there nose practically touching. The Gallente agents mouth was open in a silent scream, her knife dropped from her now open hand and clattered on the floor. 


The Caldari agent kept her body pressed up against the other woman, holding the Gallente's now limp body tight against the wall. The Caldari's knife was embedded to the hilt in the left side of the Gallente agents stomach.

"Good fight girl.... Good fight." the blond whispered into the ear of the Gallente woman as if she was comforting a child.

"Sorry, but I did promise this." She pulled the knife partially out and then very slowly and deliberately drew it to the right between their bodies. The Gallente's eye's bulged and her mouth opened wide although no scream left her mouth as the Caldari woman slit her stomach open. 

-o0o-

"I don't care what agreements are in place between the mega-corps and the Navy! I want to know what industrial secrets are so important we sent an entire task force two jumps from the Gallente border!" Heth screamed in a rage.

Miss Marisaki, his personal assistant, just stood there waiting for him to finish.

"Yes Executor. I am trying to ascertain that information. However, the Admiral was correct to act when requested as per article 45-62c. A task force can be deployed in an emergency, time-critical situation as it was on request from the CEO without further authorisation."

Heth just sat there fuming. He knew she was right, but it didn't matter. Super-carriers were far too valuable to risk in this situation like this. They claimed the data that the thieves were carrying was critical to the State which allowed the mega-corp CEO make the order to the Navy without approval from Heth under the emergency orders rule. But nobody was telling him what this critical data was that justified such a massive risk. 

"I want the entire board ready for a conference at 1100 hours Miss Marisaki." Heth finally said "And warn them that apologies for absence will be returned with force!"

-o0o-

Kara let out a sob as she saw the scene in the factory unfold. She watched on the small monitor as the Caldari agent stepped back and the Gallente woman slid down the wall slowly, her hands trying to hold her insides in the large wound. Silver liquid flowed through her fingers from her midriff where the Caldari had opened her up hip to hip. She was gasping for breath and clearly in a massive amount of pain. Kara wasn't a doctor but she knew the wound must have been fatal.

The Caldari agent squatted down and had a strange look on her face that took Kara a minute to figure out.

Although they were hundreds of kilometers apart, Kara and Officer Garrett had the same thought at the same instant. The Caldari agent could have easily killed the Gallente agent instantly. But she had chosen to inflict a horrific shallow wound. The Caldari agent was watching the Gallente woman slowly die, and was appearing to enjoy it.

They both watched in horror as the Caldari agent finally took the Gallente womans hands and moved them away from where they were pressing the wound closed. The Gallente agent had not the strength to resist. With no pressure on the wound it opened up, and her life started to slip away faster. The Caldari agent took the other woman's head in her hands and gently kissed her as the Gallente released her last breath. The Caldai agent stood, lingered for a moment over the dead body and then started to stride to the exit door Dorn and Kara had left through.

Kara felt physically sick, she took a few deep breaths and turned to Dorn who was solemnly looking at the monitor.

"If she corners us, and there is no way to escape. You cannot let me be captured. I don't know who that it is, but she is pure evil. You need to promise me she won't take me alive." Kara said and nodded to Dorns hip.

Dorn looked down at the gun strapped to his leg and just nodded in understanding.

Back in high orbit on the Tengu, Officer Garrett simply shut off the monitor showing the factory floor and closed his eyes, trying to comprehend the horror he had just witnessed. 


Nowhere in all his career in the intelligence service had he seen such evil as he had in the last few days. He worked with some of the most ruthless people in the State, but this new agent, there was something seriously wrong with her.

-o0o- 

The Caldari agent moved fast through the terrain. Her enhanced vision picking up the trail Dorn and Kara had left in the short grass and shrub. She was energised after the fight. The kill had excited her. She wanted more. Ideally she would have played with that Gallente woman a while longer, she was imaging the things she could have done to her if she'd had the time. But she knew the fugitives were running and couldn't let them get too far ahead so had to kill her much faster than she'd have liked.

The shallow wounds she had received herself had almost entirely healed. The trillions of nanites in her blood stream had closed the wounds and were busy regenerating the flesh and skin. The only evidence now were the thin slices in her clothing and a slight reddening of the skin where the nanites still were patching her up.

The Caldari woman wondered if she'd always been like this? She had difficulty recalling much of her life before the conditioning. Had she'd always fantasised about these things or was it part of her conditioning that released these thoughts from some suppressed, dark corner of her brain? The training she'd received had been intense and had covered multiple interrogation techniques. But she couldn't recall her instructors recommending using industrial robotic arms to slowly stretch the victim as she carefully used her knife on them, as she was imagining doing to Dorn and Kara right now.

She sensed the movement before she heard it. The Caldari agent dropped to the floor as the shuttle roared over her from over the rise. The hot air from the exhausts buffering her body. She stood and watched the small craft head up towards space. The shuttle was clearly Gallente and must have belonged to the agent she had just killed. She it must be a small landing craft similar to the one she had on the Tengu. It was a pretty safe assumption that the fugitives were on that ship.

The assassin surveyed the land around her. Her focus shifted to the infrastructure launch pad, her only way off the planet. She typed some orders for the Tengu captain on her datapad and set off in a fast sprint towards the facility that launched goods to the orbiting customs office for collection by the capsuleers.

...to be continued.....


Here's the link to the Deathrace again plus I've also finished writing this series! The final part will be part 15 which will be posted the last weekend before I set off for Fanfest (I leave the Middle East the previous Thursday before FF to see the family in the UK before heading to Iceland). Good timing eh!

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Fear The Kestrel...... OF DOOM!

"She might not look like much, but she's got it where it counts, kid."
- Han Solo, Star Wars - A New Hope

I haven't bothered with T1 frigates much in a long time. If I need a ship to enter novice faction war plex's I'll use a navy faction frigate. Why not?


A couple of weeks ago I exhausted my supply of Hookbills so went through my hanger to see what I had there because I really don't know. Nisuwa, apart from a few small breaks, has been my home in Eve Online since 2009. So I've amassed a lot of ships there. Scrolling through I have a few carriers, a dreadnought, pirate faction battleships, navy faction battleships, a shed ton of BC's, a variety of cruisers including navy and pirate faction, a metric shit-ton of destroyers, and look! I even have some T1 frigates. They appear to be buried under a ton of dust and cobwebs and I've not used these in a while, certainly not since they were revamped last year under the "teiricide" banner.

Needing to get into a novice plex I make an old Kestrel active and see its an old cyno Kestrel from before I had an army of alts to light cyno's. My first job is to strip that out and see what I can bung on it. I know I need to be quick, novice plex close in 10 minutes.

Top rack is easy and I fill it with T2 rocket launchers. For the medium slots I go web and scram, an afterburner and a medium shield extender. In the lows I stick a BCU and then I have only enough CPU left to run the Spectrum 48k game Manic Miner! Nano is an obvious needing no fitting and I just manage to squeeze a meta damage control in after dropping from a T2 to a meta web, leaving me with 0.0 CPU. Now that is a tight fit!


The Kestrel doesn't have a damage type bonus, so I stick in T2 rage high-damage EMP and explosive rockets plus some T2 long range rockets. With the web/scram/AB fit I would have problems with kitey opponents and the javelin class rockets give me a range of 22km which is nearly long point range!

And so with my new T1 frigate ready, I am determined to give it try even if my delivery of new Hookbills arrives.

Kestrel vs Incursus works fine and I easily win my first fight in it.

Next I thought I try against a Hookbill. Now a Kestrel vs a Hookbill should be an easy win for the Hookbill right? An even easier win if said Hookbill is actually armour tanked and the Kestrel pilot assumed a shield tank and is firing EMP rockets? Nope! I'm at 2% armour when he pops!

I get a few kills in the Kestrel and for no loses. Now the easy win is NOTHING to do with my (not) l33t PVP skills or my superior fitting abilities. Guys, when you are in a plex...

1. Spam D-Scan.
2. When you have a potential WT on your gate.... CHANGE AMMO TYPE APPROPRIATELY!
3. Overheat! I will be and my DPS will be up 15%. Shouldn't you do the same?

Unfortunately my victims tend to get as far as 1 on the list. I've had them firing Nova (explosive) rockets which are my highest resist and when I packed up the loot that I scooped none of it is usually heat damaged.

I did get cocky and tried against a Thrasher in a small plex. I was hoping he was AC fit and if I could get out to max range I might be able to kite him. But in the end I'll never know.... as he ran away.


And then there was last night which prompted me to write this piece. There was a Hookbill and an Ishkur (assault frigate) in a plex. I'm in my Kestrel and a corp mate is in his Tristan. Two T1 frigates verses a faction frigate and a T2 frigate. We're in our home system, we could reship, but where is the fun in that? We decide to try it for shits and giggles.

We both land on the gate and activate it, agreeing in corp chat that the Hookbill dies first!

As we enter the plex we find both enemy ships at the warp in. I get a web and scram on the Hookbill and activate the AB hoping it will give me some transversal against the blasters of the other ship. The Hookbill goes down surprisingly fast under both my rockets and the Tristan's drones. He had an invulnerability field and the Tristan was neuting so I guess his hardener may have gone offline. The enemy Ishkur set his drones on me and they start tearing through my shields. With both of our DPS on the Ishkur it pops as I'm in low structure.

Suddenly Merlin!

A war target frigate enters as we finish off the Incursus and we decide to stay and kill him.... oh and that Rifter.... and those other Merlins.... and those Condors too.... and that Griffin.... and that..... oh bugger!

We'd not been watching local during the main fight and it would appear half of the squid militia is landing in our plex.


I align with the AB on but the Rifter has me pointed. I web and scram him and it appears he must have been short point fitted as I manage to get out with smoke billowing from my ship and half a dozen angry squids waving their fists at me. WTB duct tape!


Unfortunately they did manage to snag Kibayasu and killed him with all seven ships.

We ship up to Destroyers and find they have all piled into a novice plex. We go back to the medium and wait. Sure enough once they have captured the novice they land on our gate. A reverse Leeroy Jenkins. 11 of them including 2 Griffin's verses out two destroyers and a Tristan.

Needless to say we got kerb-stomped. I got one Griffin as he landed but then I was jammed by the other and that was that. We headed back to station in our pods and shipped to three cruisers. The squids bailed as we entered the plex. Unfortunately TS wasn't working for me last night, I have some internet issues which means TS either works or it doesn't and if it doesn't it needs a PC restart which I wasn't going to do at coming up to midnight. So I hung around in my cruiser as the other QCats formulated a plan on comms.

Five minutes later and a round of 'GF' in local chat and the system emptying of squids gave me the hint that their plan had worked and I REALLY needed to go to bed!

Monday, March 11, 2013

It's a TARP! Oh, Wait... NO DON'T WAIT!

Saturday morning I logged on for some hot pew-pew action. There wasn't a huge amount going on by the sounds of it. It was early in my TZ meaning that there were still a few of the late-night US contingent on still. There was no proper fleet and we were all dispersed around Northern Black Rise hunting solo and in pairs with the knowledge if anything big showed up we'd have back up nearby. It's called a NAFF, Not a Fleet Fleet.

It worked well that morning as two of our guys got jumped by half a dozen neuts in a faction war plex in Pyne. The QCats were in small ships and the neuts had BC and down, so I jumped into an AHAC and went over to help.


We managed to snag this Stabber Fleet Issue. A fast MWD Hurricane was able to escape our long points as were the rest of their smaller ships.

Next bouncing around solo I tried to get a Imperial Navy Slicer. He was kitey, I was short range AB fit and he came in at range, so was pretty stuck. But that's not what killed me, although now he had me with a long point he could have solo'd me, he decided he needed a blob to complete the kill.


Thankfully some nice person killed him before he had a session change so I got onto his mail. Plus, as a bonus, he had a 30m ISK MWD fitted, so I got a nice trade there in ISK efficiency for my much cheaper Hookbill!

After a bit more chasing faction war pilots who didn't want to fight, I decide to camp a gate as I have some stuff to do on the other PC screen. I selected a dead-end system, put a Cockbag Thrasher on the only gate and waited to hear the gate sound whilst working on the other screen. After a while I hear the gate activate, look at the main screen and there is a squid in local! I get ready and a Tristan decloaks. I lock him, point him and volley one puts him into structure. The pre-overheat on the top rack means volley two comes quickly and puts him in his pod which I also point and kill. I scoop the loot and head back to station to repair the overheat damage on the guns and drop off the loot before returning to the gate to wait for my next customer.


5 minutes later the gate fires again and I turn my attention back to the main screen. Another squid! No, actually it is the same squid. Now I have to think very quickly before he uncloaks. Why would he come back to a gate he knows is camped?

1. He's come back in a ship that can survive the Cockbags initial volley and then counter the 'slow-ass' tracking artilleries?
2. He's come back in a cruiser or similar that can easily take a Thrasher solo?
3. He's dumb enough to come back in a frigate thinking last time he was just unlucky or that I might have moved on in the last 5 minutes?

Whilst I'm wondering whether to wait and try it (if it was option 3) or if I should warp to station (if it was options 1 or 2), there are several more gate fires and the number of war targets in local tells me I may have forgoten that there could be a number 4.

4. He's brought his friends.

I hit warp before anyone uncloaks and head to station. 4v1 in an untanked Thrasher won't end well for me. I dock, swap to a differently fit Thrasher and undock. Outside the station is a Talwar and a Tristan. However the other two are about somewhere in system. A wide D-scan shows a Kestrel and a Merlin on max range. My new Thrasher is AB/AC fit so a fast and kitey Talwar is going to be an issue, never mind the others who would be on scene quickly if I engaged. I dock back up as the Telwar engages from range and undock in a Vexor. The Talwar warps off (sensible guy) and the Tristan takes a flight of light combat drones to the face before deciding that warping off might be a great idea.


I sit there and start D-Scanning the two faction war plex that are open. It would seem their plan was to split up with two taking an open plex each and the other two were probably meant to be trying to keep me pinned in station. Unlucky for them I keep a range of ships in various stations around so I can reship when needed.

The Telwar comes back at range and starts to burn towards me. I align towards him and move slowly. When he gets to 24km he points me and target-paints me before opening up with his missiles. He's now at 20km. I overheat my entire mid-rack and hit the MWD. My lumbering fat green ass is propelled forward thanks to the over-heated MWD and of course, because my webs and scrams are also overheated, I have a nice range bonus to them. I snag him with the scram and double webs. I'm soon at point blank range so stop the overheat, launch drones and open up with the medium blasters. The Tristan is here but I assume the Telwar pilot knew his fate and told him not to bother. The Telwar goes down, I scoop the loot and wait out the aggression timer before docking up and repairing the ship damage.

With their one and only Destroyer dead they have three frigates left. So I jump into a Hookbill and go for the others. First plex I snag their Kestrel and after that local empties of war targets.

Now, anyone who has been reading this blog over the last two weeks knows I've been ranting about the farmers. Cloaking Rifters and cloaky Algos, Daredevils with cloaks, ships with so many stabs they have to wind the window down and throw the ammo at me as their lock range is so short. But this weekend I've not seen as many. I'm not saying they are not still out there, as my CEO Chatgris pointed out, they still are:-


It's just I've not been seeing them. I've been using capsule kills as an indicator of how much farming is going on. Generally farmers don't get their pods out in a hurry. On a normal month I'd usually get between one and three pod kills. The first full month the Caldari hit warzone control level III which was Fenruary I got 11. In the first 9 days of this month I have 8! But hopefully that will now drop off if the farmers aren't bothering with this area now.

In fact the majority of the squids that I have seen this weekend have been PvP fit and are looking for a fight.


May be the farmers are learning not to come to the Nisuwa area and those that do want a fight are replacing them?

Whatever the reason this weekend was low on farmers and high on PvP. Is this a turning point? I can but hope!

Friday, March 8, 2013

Into The Black - Part 9 - Planetside

FFF! If fiction is not your thing, in a departure from my normal suggested alternative blog post, I give you the YouTube page of Jonny Pew. His in-game character of Sir Livingston has recently joined QCats to fight the ebil squids in faction war. If you are following the story why not read today's episode and then go see the videos. I'll even link it again at the bottom of the piece!


Into The Black - Part 9 - Planetside

Once again the huge battleship started its slow align to the outbound startgate. Captain Dorn had not moved from the viewport. He knew it was only a matter of time before they got into an engagement. Every time they jumped through a stargate there was the chance there was some capsuleer waiting on the other side.


He didn't have long to wait. Battle-stations sounded throughout the ship and Dorn cursed. They had made it as far as Heydeiles, only two jumps from the Gallenete Federation border. They were so close. Dorn pressed his face to the viewport to see if he could make out what was out there. In the distance he saw something smaller, a cruiser perhaps orbiting the ship at speed. What ever it was, it had locked a warp disruptor onto the battleship, they were going nowhere. Suddenly the darkness of space was illuminated as the massive hybrid turrets on the battleship fired. The sound of the massive hybrid blasters firing resonated through the ship.

Dorn felt helpless. A captain stuck in luxury passenger quarters is not a captain.

"What is it?" Kara asked nervously.

"Some type of cruiser has us pointed. There it is." Dorn pointed out the speck as it orbited past the window. Only the engine contrails were properly visible against the blackness of space.

Another volley of blaster fire lit up the surrounding area and they saw the shields on the cruiser light up and flicker. Dorn smiled. Normally the large guns on a battleship would have trouble tracking the small and manoeuvrable cruiser. However the Guardian Angels had given the Vindicator some help in that regard. The stasis webifiers fitted to the ship were improved many times over their normal specifications. Specific subroutines and power amplifiers built into the Vindicators hull for the stasis webifiers ensured that any ship caught in the swirling graviton field slowed to a faction of its normal speed. Hopefully the fight would soon be over. Dorn saw a series of five engine contrails leaving the battleship, swoop over his window and head out towards the cruiser. A flight of combat drones to finish off the work the guns and stasis webifiers had started.

Dorn could tell the Vindicators shields were still up, and the battleship relied more on its heavy armour plating rather than the shields. The battle appeared to be going their way.

-o0o-

"Shields down to 30%, shield booster chargers are getting low. Speed is down to 60. We cannot hold them for much longer." The captain on the Tengu was shouting over the alarms to the Agent.

"Light it!" she replied calmly.

-o0o-

Dorn watched in horror as a pulsating red energy field appeared over the Tengu. He grabbed Kara by the wrist and yanked her towards the door. She nearly fell over.

"OW! What the........"

"That red flash was a cyno. This ship is about to become scrap metal!" Dorn said as he dragged her at speed into the corridor.

He stopped at a viewport quickly, still holding Kara by the wrist tightly. The space around the Tengu erupted in a mass of ships. Red energy fields streaked around the hulls as an entire Caldari task force of capital and super-capital ships jumped in. This was followed by the appearance of a fleet of sub-capitals. They must have used a jump-bridge portal generated by a Titan class super-capital.

Dorn didn't stay to see the waves of fighters being launched by the numerous carriers and super-carriers. He was heading to the escape pods.

The fight was over quickly. The Basilisk logistical cruisers that had jumped in with the sup-cap fleet locked up the Tengu and started feeding energy direct to its shields. The guns and drones of the Vindicator now could not break through the heavily reinforced energy barrier. Crow class Interceptors used their warp disruption modules to keep the Vindicators warp drive off line whilst the wings of fighters did the damage. Within a minute the task force had inflicted sufficient damage that the reactor on the Vindicator went critical and the ship was blown in half by the force of the explosion.


Dorn and Kara watch this all from the tiny escape pod that had slipped unnoticed from the fight and was now getting into warp. Whilst very slow, doing only 0.1 astrological units per second, the warp drive got them clear as the Caldari fleet moved in towards the wreckage. The inside of the pod smelt of burnt electronics. Dorn had ripped an access panel open as soon as the pod cleared the ship and shorted out the emergency beacon. The last thing they wanted was a electronic signal broadcasting to all where they were.

"So where are we heading?" Kara asked.

"Well we're a bit low on choices." Dorn replied. "This pod cannot travel through a wormhole like an eggers pod can so gate travel is out. Its also safe to assume both stations are covered by Caldari agents and a Vindicators escape pod requesting docking permission may give the game away. Also this pod isn't equipped for re-entry or atmospheric flight so landing planet side is out."

"So?"

"Only one place I can think we can dock in this system." Dorn said pointing out of the window as a huge grey structure loomed in front of them as they dropped out of warp.

-o0o-

President Roden looked at the report in front of him. The economy wasn't doing well at all, it needed a jump start and he had no idea what to do. His headache had been getting worse all morning. He winced as the door to his office flew open. He glowered at the aide who had barged into his office without even knocking.

"SIR!" the aide panted out of breath as if he's been running "A Caldari task force just jumped into Heydieles!"

"Miltia?" the President asked hopefully.

"No sir! State Navy!"

"That's only two jumps for Villore!" the President growled. "Get me Admiral Toolong now!"

The aide nodded and rushed out of the room.

Jacus went back to his datapad whilst he waited for the Admiral. He retrieved an intelligence report that had come in an hour ago. A woman posing as a Federation Naval Intelligence Officer had been stopped in the capsuleer section of one of their forward stations only two jumps from where the Caldari fleet had jumped in. She had easily overpowered the three Navy personnel who challenged her. Reports from the capsuleers on what their heightened perception and optical implants had picked up on disturbed him. This was too much of a coincidence. He opened a separate file entitled "Pike's Landing". He was one of only 3 people in the entire Federation who could access that file. He skipped over the first few sections that covered the Amarrian deployment of the first immortal super soldiers. He stopped at the section entitled "THANATOS". The bio-engineered agent's corpse had been studied closely in a joint effort with the Caldari Ishukone Corporation and the Federation. Even though the State was officially at war with the Federation a secret agreement had been reached between Ishukone and the Federation to jointly research the corpse and the immortal super-soldier technology that had been recovered at Pike's Landing. Jacus skipped to the summary.

"In conclusion  the body recovered can hardly be called human. Although looking so from the outside, the internals have been heavily bio-engineered. The blood-stream is composed solely of special nanites suspended in solution which perform their function much better than normal red and white cells. The bone structure is reinforced with a carbon polymer which appears to have developed in-situ, perhaps by nano-bot delivery. Muscle structure is, on the surface, apparently normal but the strength of the individual fibres are many times stronger than normal. This gives the subject the appearance of not being participially strong whilst at the same time giving them incredible strength. All internal organs and senses are augmented as is the brain. This person is stronger, faster and fitter than anyone we have ever seen. They have increased perception and reflexes. We currently do not believe any of the four Empires has the level of bio-technology to create this clone. Therefore the only conclusion, given the level of the bio-engineering, that the technology is derived from Jovian Technology. Furthermore, that they were discovered during the Pike's Landing incident leads us to conlude this is a covert agent of CONCORD and was trying to prevent empyrean technology from expanding onto the battlefield.

Jacus leaned back in his chair. This report had given him a major headache for the last year. The conclusions of the report fit perfectly. CONCORD had overstepped their remit trying to limit Empyrean technology entering the battlefield. In doing so they had murdered a Federation Spec-Ops team that had inadvertently discovered the CONCORD agent and her ship whilst trying to recover evidence of the Amarian immortal soldier technology. CONCORD also knew that he knew. But there was no solid proof. Neither side had mentioned the engagement although Jacus had eluded to it. The relationship was strained between CONCORD and all the Empires since the Pike's Landing incident. Jacus was furious over the blood on CONCORD's hands, but he himself had wasted no time in ordering further study into the technology. The Caldari had obviously beaten them to it. The Federations own version had yet to leave the training facility.

A bleep indicated Admiral Toolong was on the comm. The President pressed a button and a hologram of the Admirals head appeared.

"Report Admiral"

"Yes sir. At 0735 Heydiles local time a seemingly neutral Tengu Strategic cruiser engaged a Vindicator class battleship piloted by a capsuleer aligned with the Federal Defence Union that had jumped in from the Abune startgate. The Tengu lit a cynosural field and we have 2 Wyvern, 10 Chimera and 10 Phoenix all supported by a sub-cap fleet. We're assuming they have a Leviathan within bridge range. They destroyed the Vindicator and are holding position."

"Admiral. To me that makes no sense. They have deployed a task force costing tens of billions to take out one egger's battleship. Then they hold position inside Federation territory and don't try to extract?"

"Agreed sir. There is more to this, but we don't know what. It is not an invasion nor an incursion. In fact we don't know what those squids are playing at."

"Where did the Vindicator originate from?"

"It left Nisuwa a short while before." Jacus knew then the incident at Nisuwa station and the Caldari fleet were after the same person. His suspicions confirmed.

"Thank you Admiral. Send the Villore Task Force into Old Man Star and have them set up on the Heydiles stargate. They are not to enter Heyd. They may engage if the Caladri fleet tried to move towards Federation space. Get a cyno recon into Heyd and get them set up near the Caldari fleet."

Jacus disconnected the comm link. He knew the Caldari had their own version of THANATOS now, as did the Federation. That Caldari agent must have been chasing someone, the capsuleer from Nisuwa must have been taking that target somewhere. They were heading towards Federation space. If the Caldari were so desperate to stop someone they must have information critical to the State. That meant the information was critical to the Federation.

The President went back to his datapad and typed in a coded message. It simply said "Activate Asia. Heydeiles." He hoped that they were ready for this.

-o0o-

"Negative on the DNA scans on all lifeboats ma'am."

The Caldari Agent reviewed the results herself.

"Also scans around the wreck site are negative too. There was a lot of plasma fire in the explosion. It is possible the bodies were vaporised or so badly burn the DNA is too corrupted."

"And we are sure none of the lifeboats escaped?"

"Yes ma'am. The regular lifeboats aren't equipped with warp drive. We've retrieved all that made it clear of the blast. The executive pods do have warp drive capability but we didn't get a signal that any of those launched expect for...." the officers voice trailed off.

"What?"

"Well ma'am." the officer brought up the scanner logs "Here there appears to be a distress beacon active. This was actually only one ping and it stopped. Not enough time for a lifeboat to warp off and it was also before the real fighting started so it must have been a glitch. No crew would have abandoned ship at that point. The capsuleer wouldn't have let them, the pods would have been on lock down until the ships armour failed."

The agent pushed the man out of the way. She linked the sensor logs with the other ships in the fleet. Within two minutes the officer gasped at the model she'd built of the battlefield. The ships computer would have taken hours to do the same thing and only if someone had helped it.

"A pod did launch. The emergency beacon was active for one cycle and then someone disabled it. It was an exec pod and it warped off. We'll have triangulation in a few hours. I'll be on my Tengu. As soon as the triangulation program has finished, send me the destination."

With that the agent left the bridge of the super-carrier.

-o0o-

Kara walked along the walkway looking down at the robots tending the conveyors loaded with crates and moving the goods into various cargo bays.

"These customs offices are completely automated." Dorn said "Goods are shot up here from the launch facility on the planet and then collected by the capsuleers."


"So where are we going?"

Dorn pointed to a door at the end of the walk way.

"As well as launching goods up here, they also fire them back down to the surface. We're going to hitch a ride planetside."

Kara gulped at the term "fire them back down".

-o0o-

The Tengu strategic cruiser had briefly docked with the the customs office and had pulled back from the structure and engaged its cloaking device. The crew were completely unaware that a second strategic cruiser was also cloaked off the office and had been watching them. Whilst it took the Caldari several hours to triangulate the trajectory the escape pod had taken. The Gallente didn't need to do that. As the space was theirs the customs office was linked to their computer systems and had detected the escape pod docking and the unscheduled launch of the drop-craft.

A surface lander probe had been launched from the Proteus which had then cloaked up a good 10 minutes before the Caldari ship had arrived.

-o0o-

The factory on the planets surface was mostly automated. Kara and Dorn had taken the drop-craft from the orbiting customs office down to the surface. They had then followed the transit lines and ended at a factory. Hoping to someone who might be able to help them. The automated assembly lines and robotic arms weren't what Dorn had hoped for.

"Damn eggers! Why cannot they employ some good old fashioned humans to work for them." Dorn complained.

"Like her?" Kara pointed to a woman walking towards them.

Dorn's hand went towards his gun but he didn't draw. He studied the approaching woman who didn't seem to be in a hurry. Even from this distance she looked stunning. She was Gallente with jet black hair and an olive complexion  She was wearing some sort of black one-piece with lace panels that hugged her curves and shimmered as she moved. Her movements were fluid, graceful. Even the way she walked was erotic. She looked more like she belonged in a nightclub than a factory. Dorn shook the lustful images from his head realising that was the point of her dress, to distract him, to put him off guard. This was no normal person coming towards them but she certainly didn't match the description of the Caldari assassin Lola have given to him as she lay dying. The only thing Dorn knew for sure was she was very out of place in this factory. But what did didn't know was whether she was their salvation, or their doom.

She stopped ten feet from them in an easy and relaxed way. Dorn was still ready to draw, but she looked so non-threatening it made him uneasy.


"You can call me Asia." she said sweetly. "I am with the Federation. I was told that the State was pursuing someone and was trying to stop them reaching the Federation. I am here to help."

"How do we know you're not working for the State?" Dorn asked suspiciously his hand hovering over his gun in its holster.

The woman in front of him smiled.

"Because the Caldari agent that is trying to kill you is behind you."

Dorn spun around and drew his weapon at the same time. The blonde woman who was a good way behind him dived behind a robotic arm and vanished as he fired. The dark haired woman placed a hand on his shoulder. Dorn jumped as he neither heard or sensed her approach him.

"Here take this locator. There is a shuttle waiting for you. Return to my ship in orbit. They'll see you safely through to the Federation. I'll take care of the Caldari."

She handed Dorn a small device and stepped in front of him. Dorn backed off with Kara towards to exit from which the Asia had originally appeared from.

Dorn glanced back as the brunette started walking down the assembly line to where the Caldari agent had vanished.

-o0o-


Link to Jonny Pew's YouTube page 

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

Buzz Kill - PvP Style

From the dark days many years ago, when I was a fluffly carebear, I recall there is a level 4 hi-sec mission called "Buzz Kill". The NPC pirates try and swarm you with small ships. It was not my favourite as it was a lot of grinding and the rewards were crap. Anyway, I got a taste of that mission again PvP style last night and it was much more enjoyable......

I logged onto Eve yesterday after getting home from work to see if I could farm some farmers. I blapped a Condor and got my own Thrasher blapped when I chanced taking it into a plex where there was a Firetail (No tank/no prop mod/Arty Thrashers are always a risk when you could land on a target at zero!). I podded to station, grabbed a different type of Thrasher (I have many) but he'd gone by the time I got back.

I ran a few plex's to keep the local home area 'contestedness' (is that even a word?) down, but generally there was a distinct absence of war targets in the area. It was unusually quiet when I left the PC and went and started to cook some food.

Whilst the food was bubbling away, I went to log into DUST. The 40 minutes between cooking stages meant I could get a couple of games in. I started it up and got the error message that the PSN was down for maintenance. This confused me as I thought that was yesterday. Went to the website and it said everything was up. Tried starting DUST again, same error saying the network is down for maintenance. More checking on the web, everything looks OK. Third time trying to log into DUST, goes straight in. These PS3's are wierd! Anyway I've not been on DUST for a week and it shows. If you play a lot, you get more skill points, the more skill points you have the more dangerous your toon is in game. I've clearly slipped back here and rather than being typically top three in every game, I was lurking mid-table.


I suppose I should grind some battles and get my SP back up!

Anyway, eventually the wife gets home and after a nice hot lamb vindaloo which I claimed was actually a mild lamb and potato curry from our Indian cookbook (I even had the cookbook open in the kitchen on that page) we watched some TV together. After token "quality time together" I slipped away to play some more Eve.

Holy squids batman!

There were 7 in system suddenly so I swapped to a Vexor and undocked.

Pro-Tip! Cloaky eye's work best if you are cloaked!


There was a war-target Anathema 50km off station sat still. On D-Scan there was the other six and they were in frigates and destroyers in a medium complex. Mmmmmmm. Six destroyers and frigates verses a cruiser? I asked in corp if anyone want to join the fun whilst slowly approaching the Anathema  I got to 40km and launched a flight of light drones. A quick lock and engage and they chewed through the covert-ops in double-quick time and I then did the same to the guys pod. I assume he got back to his PC at some point and thought "Did I dock up? I don't remember that! Wait, where's my pod?".


Anyway, by the time I land my fat, green ass on the acceleration gate, Tzenick from the Quantum Cats Syndicate was already there in his Coercer. I go in first to see what the rest do. They attacked me! I get a sudden shock as the DPS from them really hammers my shields and the low-shield alarm goes off very quickly. Relax Drack! It's an armour tanked ship! Tzenick warps in and we start going to work.

I start off with a Merlin before moving onto a Hookbill. They are doing the sensible thing and targeting my drones but I keep pulling them and re-launching as the drones are pretty much on top of me. Takes a bit of multi-tasking but I settle into a rhythm.

After a Condor and another Merlin go down and I reassess where we are. I'm in high armour, Tzenick and a Corax are having a kitey fight some 40km from me, and the Corax is in fact the last squid left. So I activate the MWD and burn towards him. Unfortunately I'm not quick enough for Tzenick who goes down to the Corax's final volley before my medium blasters and Hobgoblins dismantle the Corax by force.


It takes me a while to scoop the loot in the armour tanked fat-ass cruiser but when I'm done I have more than enough to cover Tzenick's loss so contract him over all the loot to make up for his dead Coercer.

I admit I have been giving the Caldari Militia some stick over the last week regarding their army of LP farmers, and it was nice to find a group who where here for the fight.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Farmers and Fields

A week ago I did a blog post regarding the numbers of LP farmers in Faction War since the Caldari hit warzone control level 3. One Caldari Militia member even accused the piece of being propaganda! Fairly fitting with the current blog banter! I don't think it is propaganda it was a frustrating factual piece on the issues I'm having with PvP in Black Rise. That post is now over a week old, and over the course of the last week nothing has happened that has changed my mind. I'd just like to do this quick follow up....

Vulnerable systems are Still Vulnerable
There are currently 10 vulnerable Gallente systems at the time of writing this. Many of these have been vulnerable since the last post on this topic a week ago. In the last seven days the Caldari went from having 21 of our systems vulnerable a week ago down to 10 today. And they only took two of them in the week, the rest have been plexed down by the Gallente. The Caldari had 65 systems last Monday, they have 67 this Monday.

If the Caldari are an organised fighting force bent on dominating the warzone, why haven't they taken these systems? Why is nobody organising a bunker busting fleet to capture these vulnerable systems? The answer is the people who are doing most of the plexing don't want the systems captured. They want the Gallente to plex them back down so they can farm them a bit more.


The Farmers are Still Farming
Now before anyone gets their backs up, I'm not saying that everyone in the Caldari Militia is a farmer, I'm just saying there are a lot. Please see exhibit A below which was a kill from last night. When you leave out mid-slots on a Cormorant so that you can crowbar that cloaking device into your utility high-slot, then you are not looking for good PvP are you?


When you are flying kitey Condors that do as much DPS as a bald, blind hedgehog who has lost his teeth and claws and is trapped in a Hessian sack, then you are not looking for good PvP are you?


However, you can PvP with those two fits, technically. Better for farming, but they can PvP.... ish.... they have a point or scram after all.  Moving away from my KB and just a quick look on the corps kill-board's frontage shows these gems from today!


Ragers are Still Raging.
There is only one thing madder than a farmer who cannot farm. A farmer that cannot farm and gets his ship blown up. My CEO and head of the Quantum Cats Syndicate appears to have upset one such farmer and I repost a forum entry here. I've changed the name to protect the guilty rager. I'll call him "A Very Angry Boy"

Apparently, this guy knows me from a while ago... 
 
Your contact level has been modified
From: A Very Angry Boy
Sent: 2013.02.xx
 
A Very Angry Boy has changed your contact level to Terrible Standing
 
But Friday night:

KILL

chatgris > gf
A Very Angry Boy > Bitch .!.

From: A Very Angry Boy
Sent: 2013.03.xx
To: chatgris,  
 
ты ебаннная падла 
 
KILL
 
A Very Angry Boy > chatgris bitch
A Very Angry Boy > ебанный ублюдок
 
A Very Angry Boy > chatgris .!. bitch
A Very Angry Boy > chatgris whole
EVE System > Channel changed to Local : Nisuwa
A Very Angry Boy > chatgris .!.
 
KILL
 
Cromwell Savage > buh bye
chatgris > hi
A Very Angry Boy > Cromwell Savage Bitch
chatgris > see you soon?
Cromwell Savage > no farming for you!!!!
 
KILL

Pod's are getting Pod'd
Catching a pod is not that easy in low-sec. That's why many low-sec pilots have decent implant sets. Yes, lag, IT issues and simple mis-click/herpa-derping means you lose the odd one, but generally pod kills in low sec are relatively rare compared to the number of ships getting blown away.

Notwithstanding the above, I have caught a fair few pods this year in low-sec. Last month in February I caught 11 compared with my usual haul of 1 to 3 in a month. Why? Because most farmers are low SP/empty head clones and it is faster to lose your pod and die a cold hard death than pod back and get a new farming ship.

Given that the farmers only started really becoming an issue in late January and February, have a look at my pod kills for the last 6 months -


So a clear jump in February. Then again we are talking low numbers that are more susceptible to random fluctuation  I suppose I need a bigger sample size. The QCats monthly kills should do! How has our PvP corp been doing in smashing pods open during the last six months?

So am I getting better at catching pods? Are the QCats getting really good at it too? Are the Squids getting worse at "getting their pod out" suddenly? Or do we have a lot more farmers that don't care if their pod gets out or not?


Now I know there are Caldari Militia corporations out there who are giving me and my fellow Gallente Militia pilots good fights. There are pilots who want to capture systems and dominate us (oooo eeer!). My problem is that there are so many farmers out there and they are diluting the good fights currently.

And whilst I'm half gate camping/half writing this blog a stabbed Merlin escapes my clutches followed by me getting my second pod kill in 24 hours! Nuff said!

Friday, March 1, 2013

Into The Black - Part 8 - Battleships

If this works it should post whilst I'm sat on the beach! Therefore there is no escape pod this week if you dislike Eve-O fiction. Head over to Eve Bloggers and pick a blog at random from their excellent array of blogs if you're not interested in hot assassins and big-ass battleships!


Into The Black - Part 8 - Battleships

The agent walked into the bar. Although she too felt the same level of wonderment Kara felt, she didn't show it. She had never been into a capsuleer bar before, and it was an assault on her finely tuned senses. All eyes were on her and she liked it. Heads turned as she walked through the bar and she knew these people were capsuleers. Her finely tuned senses could 'see' these people were not normal. But why did they look at her like that?

She walked up to the bar and the barman came over glancing at her uniform.

"What can I get you?"

"Matari Fire Whisky and some information."

"Whisky I have plently of, and of course I'll do what I can for an Officer of the Gallente Navy."

"Really?" asked the agent "And were you working here three years ago?"

"I was."

"And what would you say to a officer of the Caldari Navy who turned up when this was under the command of the State Protectorate?"

The barman smiled and placed a glass of whisky on the bar.

"Exactly the same. Look, I'm the barman here. I have no allegiance and no agenda in this war. I like an easy life and am not looking for trouble. So what do you need to know?"

The agent pulled out her datapad and showed the barman two pictures of Captain Dorn and Kara.

"These two were here." it was more of a statement than a question. "Where were they heading?"

The barman studied the two pictures and stroked his chin.

"Ah yeah. Those two! They were bothering capsuleers all afternoon. I wanted to sling them out but as they were here it meant someone had invited them and I didn't want to upset the wrong egger. They wanted passage to Orvolle of all places."

The agent looked at the barman carefully.

"Orvolle. Why would they want to go there?"

"Beats me. If you wanted to head to null-sec then Pure Blind or Cloud Ring are the nearest from here. I assumed they had business in the Syndicate region."

The Agent thought about this for a moment. The Serpentis Syndicate pretty much ran that entire region of nul-sec. From Captain Dorns records she would have expected him to at least have worked with the notorius pirate faction at some point in the past. But the Guristas were the dominant pirate faction in the areas he previously opperated out of. It didn't matter, it was clear they were heading for Syndicate null-sec. That was good as far as the agent was concerned. They were running and not looking to reveal the information they had and such lightly populated space would make them easier to find.

Whilst she was here she thought she'd better ask around some of the capsuleers to see if they knew anything more. She had never dealt with Empyrean's before.......... and if she had known what was coming, she'd have left straight away.

-o0o-

"Welcome to my hanger!" the capsuleer made an over-the-top bow swinging one arm in a wide downward arc with the other folded behind her back.

Kara and Dorn just stared speechless. Rows upon rows of ships lined the hanger. From small shuttles to massive carriers and dreadnoughts. Captain Dorn looked at the ships with envy. Even the smallest ones were worth several times his old cargo ship and the larger ones could easily fit that entire ship into their own cargo hold.

"Impressive!" Dorn finally said. "So what are we going in? A stealth-bomber? An interceptor?"

"I was thinking something a little more.... erm.... shooty?" the capsuleer replied.
That is what Dorn was afraid of. The capsuleer wasn't interested in helping them until they mentioned they were being pursued. It was the chance of combat this pilot craved. She wanted a good fight, simple as that.

With a click on the console the three watched a massive battleship lumber into position. 10 minutes later the massive battleship undocked from the station.


-o0o-

The agent had just tried the 4th the capsuleer with no luck. She didn't known what was wrong. She was posing as a Naval Intelligence Officer, these Gallente Militia eggers should be falling over themselves to help her. She'd tried flirting, she'd tried authority. Nothing had worked and they all had treated her with a level of mistrust she had never seen. The drink, the food, the "entertainment", the whole atmosphere of the bar should make anyone relaxed. But these capsuleers, it was almost as if they knew who she was.

She glanced over to the door. A Gallente Navy officer had entered along with two armed MP's. She saw him look her way. She knew she was in trouble.

"Excuse me Sir." the Officer addressed her "Could we have a word?"

"I'm very busy!" the agent replied trying to sound annoyed.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to insist!"

The two MP's drew their weapons and the bar went quiet.

"So what gave me away?" she smirked.

"Your body." the officer replied matter of factly.

This surprised the Agent. How on earth had her body given her away?

"You look puzzled. You're in a room where 90% of the people are fitted with a variety of implants. Most have a optical implant of one form or another that increases perception. I don't know who, or indeed what you are, but you're not Gallente and you're not Navy. Additionally, from what the capsuleers are saying, your not entirely human either."

The agent smiled, nodded and suddenly swiped a glass from the bar with an open palm. The flying drink made the three Navy staff flinch and gave the agent the split second she needed. Her foot struck the officer in the face knocking him back into the other two. She flipped over the bar, forcing the barman to scurry back to avoid her twisting body. She rose and grabbed two bottles and flung them at the rising MPs. Each bottle sailed through the air and struck the men dead centre in the face. As soon as it had started, it had finished with the three Navy staff laying unconscious on the bar floor. The capsuleers had all stopped what they were doing and watched the brief fight. As soon as the three Gallenete Navy men were down they went back to what they were doing before.

The agent slid back over the bar and headed to the lift. She pulled out her datapad and accessed the stations scanners.

-o0o-

The massive battleship undocked from the station. Dorn and Kara were in a luxury cabin with a viewport into space.

Kara flopped onto the huge, soft bed and groaned in pleasure. "This is more like it! At last luxury transport!" Dorn just grunted.

"Oh come on Captain. This is great, we couldn't have got better. You have to admit its much better than that cramped and uncomfortable Manticore!"

Dorn stared out the window. He would have given anything to have swapped this ship for a cramped and uncomfortable Manticore. The capsuleer was flying a Vindicator. One of the most prized battleships in the cluster. The Gallente Federation's old trusty Megathron battleship had been almost completely redesigned internally by the Guardian Angels. Whilst from the outside it looked like a normal Megathron with a new paint job, the ship was much more deadly. It was also hideously expensive. Every pirate and Caldari Militia pilot would throw everything they could at it to take it down. He knew they were riding in a combat magnet. And that is exactly what the capsuleer wanted. A fight.

Dorn didn't want to tell Kara the truth. But they were inside a luxurous flying bullseye.


-o0o-

"Captain get the ship ready to depart now!"

The agent was running along the walkway that led to the Tengu strategic cruiser. There were scanners in the Capsuleer decks positioned at the entry and exit points. This way everyone could be accounted for. The two targets had left the capsuleer areas and entered one of the private hangers. She was just cross-referencing the hanger with the docking control logs. She entered the ship and closed the outer door. An eyebrow was raised when she saw the ship that they had undocked in. She would need the promised back-up from the State but she was confident the mission would soon be complete.

"Bridge, get us through the Abune Stargate ASAP. The target is a Vindicator Class Battleship. We are going to engage on sight."

-o0o-

The jump alarm sounded and startled Kara. To Dorn it was a common sound. Travelling via gates was generally an unpleasant experience for the human body. The artifical wormhole played havoc with the body, especially the stomach. Whilst capsuleers, floating in their hydrostatic capsule were immune to the effects, an alarm was sounded so the rest of the crew could brace themselves.

A second later they had travelled several light years through and artifical wormhole and appeared in the star system of Abune. The lumbering ship slowly started to align to warp to the opposite startgate.

As the massive ship slipped into warp the Nisuwa stargate activated again. The much smaller Tengu Strategic Cruiser appeared and quickly warped to the Abune stargate. The agent was on the bridge, her hands tightly grasping the headrest of the chair in front of her. They were so close. The ship slipped out of warp and the huge stargate appeared to race towards them as they decelerated heavily. They just had time to see the Vindicator battleship vanish into the artificial wormhole.

"JUMP!" the Agent demanded. "Jump and engage!"

-o0o-

Dorn looked out of the viewport, he could see the ships dotted around. A classic gate camp. The intercom broke his train of thought.

"Don't worry guests. The ships you see outside are the pride of Gallente Militia. Obviously set up to catch some squid scum. Next stop Heydeilies!"

Dorn relaxed a little, however he knew it was only a matter of time.

-o0o-

"Hold cloak. Report on hostile's." the Captain ordered.

The Tengu strategic cruisers viewscreen showed the hostile gate-camp.

"Sir, we have 12 Thrasher class destroyers. The target battleship is aligning."

"Acknowledged. Give me a close up on one of those Thrashers."

The view screen filled with the image of one of the destroyers. The captain looked carefully at the image and sighed.


"OK, they are artillery fit. What the Frogs call 'Cockbag' Thrashers. We cannot win this one. Helm, identify the celestial in closest alignment. I want a warp-cloak on my command."

"Sir, yes Sir. Planet 3 locked in Navicom. Ready to align-cloak on your command."

The Tengu was visible to the Gallente fleet for only a tiny fraction of a second. As it started to align towards planet 3 the cloaking field provided by the stargate dropped but at the same instant it engaged its own covert-ops cloaking device and slipped into warp.

"Helm, upon landing warp us to the Heydieles gate and jump on contact. We need to snag that Vindicator on the otherside!"