15/05/11 08:39 AM
| Arkonor | 285 |
| Bistot | 217 |
| Mercoxit | 192 |
| Crokite | 187 |
| Hedbergite | 171 |
| Hemorphite | 168 |
| Jaspet | 152 |
| Dark Ochre | 147 |
| Pyroxeres | 118 |
| Kernite | 106 |
| Veldspar | 99 |
| Scordite | 93 |
| Gneiss | 90 |
| Plagioclase | 88 |
| Spodumain | 82 |
| Omber | 81 |
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It was all over in a flash.
In what was probably the most efficient, concerted, corporate wormhole operation that I’ve had the pleasure of being a part of, the end came much too quickly. Here’s how it played out:
The neighbouring wormhole system had been scanned down and it’s exits located and noted. Additionally, the capsuleer who had performed the survey noted a large number of anomalies that were present and the utter lack of other residents. As a larger group of potential participants showed up, the possibility of trying to run a few of these anomalies was thrown around. An advance scout was sent ahead to reconnoitre the combat theatres and try to determine optimal deployment locations.
On his return with a raft of bookmarks, the fleet had assembled and was prepared to ship out. As was going to be a fairly large operation for our rather smallish group of anarchists, I was fairly excited about the support logistics involved. With the dual-Guardian set-up that we have been fielding as of late, keeping 2-4 battleships in combat readiness has become fairly routine. The thought of doing the same thing with two large capacitor sucking Abaddons, a Damnation, a Rook, an Ishtar was nearly too much excitement.
As we finished the preparations to head out, it was mentioned that the destination had a spacial phenomenon present, namely it was a Magnetar system. This is one of a handful of systems that plays host to a localised effect on shipboard systems. Magnetar systems specifically effect electronic systems it seems. In a class four wormhole system, the effects are:
ECM eff. +68%
TP eff. +68%
Damp eff. +68%
TD eff. +68%
Damage +68%
AOE Velocity -34%
Drone Velocity -34%
Targeting Range -34%
Tracking Speed -34%
So the net results was many, many dead Sleeper ships. Warp in, jam them all, liberally apply missiles, lasers and ammo, rinse and repeat. It consistently took us about 10 minutes to completely clear any sleeper anomaly we warp into. We all earned about 180 million for approximately two hours worth of work. And then it was over. Like falling off a speeding train or coming down off your latest high – the sites were clear, the fleet was gone and future was…. BRIGHT – Tomorrow we get to do it again!!!!
My corporate compadres, denizens of Domnion, wanton wormhole wanna-be’s are relentlessly reminding me that it has been a week two weeks nearly three weeks since I posted any information. I’ve been sorely remiss in spending much time posting information here, as I’ve been busy trying to live life in a pod out in the wilds of Apocrypha. Dominion brought some changes, but nothing overly significant to the capsuleers who fly here the wormhole. So then the question I need to answer to myself is, “What has happened?”
We’re still in the same system and we’ve managed to pick up another regular engineer. He really seems to be settling into the opportunities that exist out here in the unknown and is always eager to learn more. He laughs at our attempts to explain that living out of one or more metal boxes powered by a large metal candy cane is a “Lifestyle Choice,” but is excited about the future. We’ll have to revisit the idealism when he’s been ganked a coupled of times, podded and otherwise thrown under the bus [bus being a euphemism for Tech 2 ships with overwhelming firepower and numbers.]
The ability to run sites has picked up some as well with a fairly balanced effort at participation from all involved. We have tried [and been fairly successful] in making everything a concerted group effort, though the industrial side of things is still a bit of a struggle. The new guy has been very giddy about not only mining Arkonor, Bistot and Crokite, but being able to be compensated for it without having to worry about the market, hauling, refining, et cetra. We’re excited about his excitement too. Along the way we’ve become very adroit at operating together as a unit and understanding each others’ strengths and weaknesses. In many ways our efficiency is finally picking up and coming together.
The flip side of this situation is that we are also beginning to realize just how isolated we are. Our jargon and vocabulary has shifted significantly and we communicate in seeming nonsense to some of our corp-mates. We haul our “bloot” to market, we talk about our gases and our pre-warps, we know that “@#$@” and “aoliv89#*&” mean someone is about to die. We have reached the point where we know within a few million isk how much a particular site is worth. We can judge approximate time frames for running those sites. We have become fairly comfortable with suggesting fittings and I would go as far as to say know what should work. We have established procedures for scanning, scouting, bookmarking, mining, fighting, etc that aren’t really written down in electrons anywhere.
This is all to say that as we add new people to our endeavor out in the uncharted realms of otherwhen, we’ll be struggling not only to bring them up-to-speed, but also even just communicate.
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In a brief return from being lost in space, our intrepid explorer and CEO of Penny Ibramovic Engineering [PIE] drops by to bring us another of her delicious posts to read after dinner. Enjoy.
The manufacturing division of Penny Ibramovic Industries is becoming increasingly irrelevant. Whilst it is reassuring to check my wallet and see a steady stream of income based on profit from sales, that income is dwarfed by the continued success of the wormhole engineers. Raking in tens of millions of ISK for most wormhole operations makes my market sales look like petty cash. One wormhole operation can plump my wallet up with enough iskies to cover all my sell orders on the market, whatever outrageous profit margin I added at the time, rather than waiting weeks watching the cash trickle in. Production may offer a steady and generally reliable income, but it’s slow.
Admittedly, I am hardly a business entrepreneur at the moment, but nor will I be with my home out in w-space, as I will not be able to commit the necessary time to making a fortune off the market. Indeed, access to any market information is impossible in w-space, hence my need to return to New Eden to monitor prices and make adjustments. If I simply accept that manufacturing and sales is not currently a cost-effective use of my time, maybe I will be better off. It isn’t as if my researched blueprints will disappear or suddenly become useless. All that will happen is I will lose the incremental adjustments to my wallet as my modules sell. But I think I may miss that.
However much I like living out in w-space, my anti-social nature enjoying the solitude, the sell order transactions in my wallet continue to give me a link back to New Eden. It’s not that I want to interact with these capsuleers, I actually quite like that I don’t have to just because I run a business. But w-space can feel very empty. Local channel remains quiet and unpopulated, regardless of who may be in the system. Even if there are others in the system, space remains big enough that you are unlikely to encounter them, except perhaps when passing through wormholes. And you don’t really want to encounter other capsuleers in w-space, unless you’re specifically looking for them.
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Not that I pay attention to the local channel when I am in high-sec, though, I actively ignore it. And idly hitting d-scan in high-sec—out of curiosity more than w-space habit—reveals far more activity in the system than makes me feel comfortable. I am sure all that activity was occurring back when I was living in high-sec, I just wasn’t aware of it. But now that I am used to the deceptive tranquility of w-space, appreciating all that is going on around me in high-sec makes me oddly claustrophobic. I need space. But just as much as I need space, I need to feel connected, even a little. Inferring that life continues by the wallet transactions of capsuleers buying my products gives me that connection. I suppose sometimes you just want to look out the window to be reminded of the world you are ignoring.
When the hands that operate the motor lose control of the lever
When the mind of its own in the wheel puts two and two together
When the indicator says you’re out of oil should you continue driving anyway? -(TMBG)
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I’m not sure what to make of the fullerene gasses that we harvest in the wormholes. They are by and large fairly low revenue items, plentiful to locate and annoyingly mundane. I have to admit upfront that I am a compulsive miner. I didn’t start mining because it was a “quick revenue stream” early in a missioning or PVP career. I’m a miner because I really hate rocks. Or because I am good at it and like to keep track of rocks and what is going on with all the systems in and with my ship.
Gas on the other hand in mundane. Even for an especially hardcore mining carebear. The cycles are blessedly short, but so is the yield and the satisfaction of filling your cargo hull is just not the same. The effect is compounded by the amorphous cloud that you are working it that varies from too bright to look at to obscuring your view of the heavens around you. I feel like a waitress at a very stodgy gentleman’s club full of cigar smoke and nearly dead investment bankers hoping to die before they have to go home.
Having said all this, I’ll continue to harvest gas and clear out ladar cosmic signatures.
Now listen all you swingers, don’t you try to tag along
I know monkey see, but monkey’s dead, for you it would be wrong
Put a dime in my jukebox, you’ll only hear this song
And it won’t be fun for long -(TMBG)
The end is nigh!
The end has passed and off into the night we continue swimming past planets, moon and stars. Wormholes open and close and wars and rumors of wars are left in our wake. All and all, everything continues on as it did before, so what is different?
Training for the Damnation has been completed. Mostly. Sort of. There are few days left to fit the armored warfare links, but everything else is fit and fine. I should be jumping for joy, holding parties in low-sec pirate filled dens of iniquity and generally announcing it to every stray passer-by I meet. Instead I’m merely looking at the next couple of weeks of training and thinking, “Now What?”
The whole trip to Damnation has been a grand adventure. It marks the third, major, long training plan I’ve completed. The first plan was learning skills, which can be debated ad nauseam both on the forums and in various other postings. They were long, arduous and imminently debatable, however I have never once regretted doing it. The second was maximizing my asteroid warfare potential, including a few weeks on Exhumer V, Cybernetics V, and a host of ore specific refining skills to level IV for tech 2 crystals. Again, there were parts of it that I probably could have cut corners on, but I haven’t regretted being able to field a really sweet Hulk, that can mine about 27 m3 of ore per second without being in a gang and significantly more with a good Orca pilot boosting.
Finally, the trip to the Damnation, which has been a slightly longer journey than the others. Over all it was uneventful and all the skills that I have picked up in the interim have been useful across the board. In the beginning it started with the look for a decent armor tanked missile ship to swim alongside my remote armor repairing corp-mates. The Sacrilege was an option, but wasn’t really able to fit a decent remote rep fitting. The Damnation could do that, had enough tank to be able to use ballistic computer systems without sacrificing tank and could still theoretically fit a RR with it’s missiles. The DPS worked out to a similar end as the Drake with the added benefits of helping the whole fleet’s tank.
Now that I’ve reached the Damnation, I have to admit I’m feeling rather blasé about the whole thing. I love flying it. It corners like an Orca, tanks like a very large plated battleship and hits about like a Drake, but from slightly farther away. This is all well and good, but my eyes were taken by something else shiny that had cropped up along the way.
Somewhere along the way I realized that in and amongst the skills for a Damnation, was hidden the skills for a Guardian logistics ship. So on a whim I began to research them, ask questions and look at fittings for them. I got to looking at just how the efficiency of remote repair modules compared to their ‘local’ counterparts. What did it take to use them and or abuse them. Since the Guardian is also bonused for energy transfers, I threw that into the mix as well, looking at how that could be used to the best advantage. I began to develop a real sense of respect for 0.0 fleet logistics pilots and the work they do. Flying a logistics ship well takes a fair amount of capacitor savvy, shrewd targeting and really tight fittings. Tried and true skills like weapons upgrades and advanced weapons upgrades have no effect on RR’s and Xfers, so it’s down to rigs, reactors, PDU’s and CPUs to make it work.
[Editorial Aside]:
I tend to scoff when I see CPUs, PDUs and Reactors on a lot of fits. They are mostly used to compensate for a severe lack of real fitting skills or to ‘tide one over’ until their skills catch up to their hulls. [I still maintain it would be an interesting study to compare the number of killmails between the pilots having 'helper' modules like CPUs/PDUs/Reactors versus their opponents.] I fully understand that even given max skills and an expensive implant, occasionally you still run into a fit that just won’t. I myself have used these modules to great success in the past and will continue to do so in the future and even recommend some fittings that do so.
All of this to say, “Congratulations logistics pilots for making it all fit. Large remote modules on a cruiser hull with a tank that survives and makes things so much easier for the other pilots to just shoot things.”
I know, I know, I said that I would quit
All right, I promise, no more after this
You don’t know how I’ve tried
To forget what it was like – (TMGB)
So things have been busy and I’m at a bit of a loss where to start. Who knew that managing a bunch of raving lunatics with delusions of insecurity could be so much like running a corporation. All that time at the asylum is finally paying off. [Warning, excessive use of <sarcasm> makes my hands overly tired so just apply liberally where you feel it's appropriate to make it interesting for you to read.]
Towers: Apparently you have to keep putting fuel in them. Otherwise minor details like shields, guns, labs all go offline.
Labs: Mostly full of jobs, except for when something happens to a tower.
Wormholes: Much fun. I hope to stop running errands and get back in them.
Combat: I think I remember fitting a ship with something other than cargo expanders once upon a time. It was cool. I died.
Skills: Battlecruiser V was cool and the implications are still settling in. Though it’s nice to be able to jump in all the racial BCs, albeit without being able to weaponise them currently. I can fit a whopper tank to them all, but not so much DPS. I blame the ferrets.
Corporation: Growing. Leaps and Bounds. More people means more annoying opinions opportunities, but also more things to manage. Need to train Delegation [5% workload reduction per level] to level 4 and start handing off some of this stuff.
Organisation: What? Hmm? I filed that here in the stack of papers on my desk back in the tower that went offline. I’ll get back to you January 4th. Some year.
Mining: See combat. [I think I warped to a belt in a NOS Drake. Sadness.]
Invention: Lot’s of invention going on. Need to get some of it finished.
So a little bit everything goes a long way toward getting nothing accomplished. Happy times! 
If you don’t believe me now
You’ll never believe me now – (TMBG)
Ok, it looks like I might have been a little to personally enamored with living in a black hole. Really though, who could resist the sheer, unrequited and unbridled draw from a purely science stand point. Here we stand on the brink of a natural phenomenon so powerful that the very fabric of time and space are subject to its whim. Why, the gravity of the situation alone should inspire the kind of awe to last a couple of eternities worth of exploration. Well, apparently, “not so much” as one of our pilots put it.
So, the real issue turned out to be less of the anomaly and more of an issue with being so deep. We had scouts scanning out double digit paths through class four and five wormholes to find any kind of exit into known space. I don’t mind taking a freighter full of fuel or supplies or ice cream to a place they can import from, but if they can’t even get an exit all the logistics in the world is still going to fall short for them.
So after just a few short days in the class 4 with multiple static class 4s, we have moved next door to a class 4 with a static class 3 that is much more likely to have some kind of route out to known space. This will appeal to both the mission and industrial minded pilots who want to be able to come and go for various reasons as well as the pvp oriented personnel who want better access to replacement ships and modules.
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The fourth incarnation of our frontline, wormhole, attack base is online and operational. We still have a few details to sort out and getting it all in was a bit taxing, however we are satisfied with the location and hope to hang out for a bit before bidding adieu to the current class 4 home. The resource collection has begun, but the depth of the rabbit hole is going to make this location a bit more challenge logistically. We are 4-5 holes deep and finding a way out is sometimes a bit “precarious” to say the least [one exit was 20 jumps through low-sec on the other side of the universe from where we needed to be]. This also means that a few of our pilots are still on the outside waiting to get in. They are excited about shooting sleepers and asteroids and gas clouds and even intruders.
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The tower itself is running well and fueled for quite some time. Everything is a learning adventure and we will continue to adapt. The second adaptation we’ve had to make is something we were aware of from the beginning and had tried to compensate for. The wormhole has a spatial anomaly called a Black Hole that our pilots have begun to call by all manner of unseemly names that I can’t bring myself to post. It isn’t the prettiest system I’ve ever seen, but there are times when you can forget about the painful, pulsating rip in the fabric of space and get on with your business. Needless to say, we are learning more about the realities of the black hole as opposed to the statistical information about black holes. Professional tip from some amateurs: Target Painters. They are working wonders. Really.
With the last wormhole processing wrapped up and the current one in preparation, we’ve decided to make some modifications to our approach. As we’ve been increasingly been in contact with forces that do not have our best interests in mind. Pirates, would be invaders and even other carebears, er industrialists want to use our space for their own gains. It would be fair to stay that until now, we have been fairly tolerant of visitors, as long as we are able to go about our business. Thus we arrive at something that has been coming for some time, but has been put off several times.
Enter the Suicide Death Squad – Dark Star Division for controlling the amount of time we end up having to do things differently. The basic premise is the fact that many of the people looking to have their presence felt in our system are more interested in the numbers. They want to see such things as, “Total Isk Destroyed” and “Isk Recovered” and “Loot Stolen”. We evaluated our options with regard to said mentality and decided on a course of action. For now I’ll sit on the details, but will let you know how it works out.
Like some sharks, our gypsy base must keep moving to live. A constant stream of new anomalies and signatures flowing over its hangars is required to keep it alive. The task of dismantling the current location, loading up the wagon train and heading out for the new frontiers is quickly delegated and distributed. In quick succession, the tower falls and is exported. We’ve collectively decided to move on to something a bit more challenging for the future, so we shall have to see how that comes out.
The medium Amarr tower has performed amazingly well for us and we’re proud of it. It has become a sort of second home for many of us and each time we set up, we give someone new the chance to give it a name. We have had some really good suggestions so far, including Slight Doom, and Event Horizon. The only real problem is on my end with the need to move stuff between the two holes for mfg or back to our high-sec base. The logistics behind it all haven’t been difficult, but I would be guilty of withholding the truth if I didn’t say they were time consuming.
As an aside, I want to put in my two bits in support of a corporate bookmark facility. If we can share corporate fittings, why not corporate bookmarks. Throwing a system of bookmarks in a can everyday for the crew is needlessly time consuming and a bit of logistical nightmare in and of itself. Surely it’s redundant and resource intensive for all of us to have a bookmark for the tower, the current wormhole or 3, the 10-12 anomalies and signatures. For the 3-4 people who happen to read this, pass the information on and see if you can get any action out of this too.
And so now the search for a new home for the mobile assault base continues with a couple of quick possibilities opening themselves up. Sadly we can find places faster than we can get to them and full utilize them. Perhaps with a larger contingent or a wider alliance we could manage them all, but I am still a bit skeptical of our participation in an alliance.
Finally, we’ve put some finishing touches on our rules of engagement and its application in wormhole systems. We are trying to balance our own carebear tendencies with the ever present need for defense and deterrence.
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