I recently read somewhere that the average to-do list survives unchanged for 22 minutes once begun. It takes that long for either something in the universe around you to change or your perception of it. It took us that long to realize that the process of moving into our little pocket of wormhole space was not going according to plan.

The tower was up and some of the arrays were up and ready. Most of the pilots had been able to take their primary ships through and a few of the secondary/utility hulls. The wormhole had crashed and many supplies where still not in system. Immediate prepartions went into place to locate additional insertion points. The supply lists were updated to include additional items

The next insertion point was two jumps into Amarr low security, but relatively close and uninhabited. The preparation to move was made and scouts organized. A little bit of dancing with an Onyx delayed the process a bit, but eventually we were ready to for the second insertion. Due to our relative inexperience with wormholes, we had forgot to assess the mass available in the new wormhole and were ultimately unable to get our ships through.

About this time, Mr. Onyx decided to come back with some of his friends and bring our endeavors to a halt for the moment. Small ship pilots were sent on through with what supplies they could carry and the Charon was docked up to wait for a less populated time to return to high security space.

With some frantic searching, directional scanning and self-scouting, the Charon was firmly back in high-sec.