I've been in an unusually productive mood lately.
I helped Aphoxema with more of her assignments for the Sebiestor Tribe. Can't go wrong helping her and the Tribe out, really. The only thing I detest about being in Hakeri is that I'm nowhere near my factories in Vard and by extension the mineral-rich area nearby.
I've managed to get up to the level of cruiser production with little trouble. I've come up with a rather efficient method of extracting metals from the Sansha. Yes, it does involve force. Typically a mix of kinetic and electromagnetic, to be precise. I consider this a good thing, really. If ever Avlynka or Kalaratiri call for me to fly a cruiser in the Hed area I really have no excuse now. Even if it is just some basically-equipped Thorax with the largest plate possible.
I ended my day on a rather pleasant note, making lunches for everyone tomorrow. Sure, we're mighty and rich-beyond-belief capsuleers and could just order luxurious food every single night, but there's no fire to that. No substance.
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Equilibrium
Things seem to be getting better. I made dinner..not sure how great it tasted to Avlynka and Aphox, but to my tastes it was great for an improvised dish. She's seems better....but I've been keeping tabs and eyes on her. Well, everyone.
I need to step up and do what I can. I may not be a hotshot combat pilot, but I sure as hell can listen to everyone's problems and talk with them. I really want to see us all together as a group...proper-like. If that means a freshly-cooked meal every night, then I do hope everyone can handle very sweet, rich-flavored food.
That's right Aphoxema. We must share the kitchen area.
I need to step up and do what I can. I may not be a hotshot combat pilot, but I sure as hell can listen to everyone's problems and talk with them. I really want to see us all together as a group...proper-like. If that means a freshly-cooked meal every night, then I do hope everyone can handle very sweet, rich-flavored food.
That's right Aphoxema. We must share the kitchen area.
Monday, January 16, 2012
Turmoil
She's not any better and still wants to do it, I think.
Why can't she See?!
If she goes, I may too. I can't handle this; not like I thought I could.
Why can't she See?!
If she goes, I may too. I can't handle this; not like I thought I could.
Steadfast
Today I awoke in a wonderful mood. I went exploring, in the wilderness of Mikramurka, on Pator. I ended up encountering a large furry creature which charged at me. In retrospect, I suppose given the direction of the wind it was able to smell me....I had to take the poor creature down with a few iron charges from my rail-rifle.
I suppose the claws will make fine trophies. I had heard of this animal...a "bear" I think it was called. A majestic creature.
It took me quite some time to arrange a shuttle back home to space. I arrived to very much less fantastic and happy conditions. I will not speak of the details. I just wish that woman would understand how much some of us care...how much I care. So I'm sitting here next to her in the infirmary, keeping a watchful eye on her.
I just hope I don't drift off to sleep! I want to catch her when she wakes up to evaluate how she's feeling.
I suppose the claws will make fine trophies. I had heard of this animal...a "bear" I think it was called. A majestic creature.
It took me quite some time to arrange a shuttle back home to space. I arrived to very much less fantastic and happy conditions. I will not speak of the details. I just wish that woman would understand how much some of us care...how much I care. So I'm sitting here next to her in the infirmary, keeping a watchful eye on her.
I just hope I don't drift off to sleep! I want to catch her when she wakes up to evaluate how she's feeling.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
Union
Today was....interesting!
It began with some relatively light ops in Arzad, once again beating back the Sansha threat in the belts there and converting the surviving scrap into usable metals. This, combined with some idle chat in The Summit, was quite fine. The people in that channel seem to think I lick Avlynka's boots or something though....perhaps they've never served in a military capacity. It would be foolish of me to not recognize my own bias and feelings but...whatever.
So that went well. We then celebrated the marriage between Astrid Stjerna and Conventia Underking. That event was the highlight of the day. It was a wonderful ceremony, complete with the smells of a local tree species and fire. Yet another thing excellently adminstered by Avlynka.
It was a bit odd when Esna Pitoojee showed up, but I figured he's a good friend to Avlynka and he seems nice enough. When he entered there seemed to be some sort of tension...not sure. Conventia took Astrid up on her shoulder and charged out at the quickest moment possible, so I'm not sure if the two events (Esna entering and Conventia leaving with Astrid in tow) are related. It didn't worry me so much until I saw vehicle tracks outside going off to who-the-hell-knows-where. Avlynka said everything would be fine, and within an hour we received word from Astrid that everything's fine. So my usual paranoia beated down, I went ahead and relaxed to drink some tea.
As long as everyone's happy, that's what matters. Everything else is secondary.
It began with some relatively light ops in Arzad, once again beating back the Sansha threat in the belts there and converting the surviving scrap into usable metals. This, combined with some idle chat in The Summit, was quite fine. The people in that channel seem to think I lick Avlynka's boots or something though....perhaps they've never served in a military capacity. It would be foolish of me to not recognize my own bias and feelings but...whatever.
So that went well. We then celebrated the marriage between Astrid Stjerna and Conventia Underking. That event was the highlight of the day. It was a wonderful ceremony, complete with the smells of a local tree species and fire. Yet another thing excellently adminstered by Avlynka.
It was a bit odd when Esna Pitoojee showed up, but I figured he's a good friend to Avlynka and he seems nice enough. When he entered there seemed to be some sort of tension...not sure. Conventia took Astrid up on her shoulder and charged out at the quickest moment possible, so I'm not sure if the two events (Esna entering and Conventia leaving with Astrid in tow) are related. It didn't worry me so much until I saw vehicle tracks outside going off to who-the-hell-knows-where. Avlynka said everything would be fine, and within an hour we received word from Astrid that everything's fine. So my usual paranoia beated down, I went ahead and relaxed to drink some tea.
As long as everyone's happy, that's what matters. Everything else is secondary.
Defeat: Addendum
It's alright, really. They won't see what I have planned, the Amarrians.
Blood for blood. Even the capsuleers.
Blood for blood. Even the capsuleers.
Friday, January 13, 2012
Defeat
I knew going in that I'd probably not make it out with an intact ship. But damn, what are you going to do? Let them hold on to your system and take your people?
I warp to the minor complex in Amarr-occupied Vard, knowing full well there's a Griffin and Catalyst there, with a Cormorant as backup. I knew the Griffin wouldn't at all try to move, so I opted to go for more shields and not even bother with a propulsion jammer. It worked, until the Griffin jammed me. Just two more salvos and it would have been down...opening up many more tactical options against the remaining two.
Typical Amarrian bullshit.
I then scouted around in a Rifter and encountered a Sentinel. Having piloted one of these things myself, I knew where its weakness was: an absolute lack of guns of its own. I kept a good fifteen kilometer range from the Sentinel, though this was still within his energy neutralizer range. No issue. I even took out four of his drones. Great. Too bad the Sentinel has sixty cubic meters of drone bay space....it was a long and drawn out loss.
At this point I figure I should at least try to make up for my losses and go mineral scavenging in the belts with my recently-built but modestly-fit Cyclone. A poor mistake. A suspicious-looking Drake was in one of the belts and they quickly locked me down. The Y-T microwarp drive was shut off by his scrambler. I was doomed, even with Hornet ECM drones on him. That too was a long and drawn out ship loss, lasting about two minutes or so.
And so, dear logs, the temptation to simply quit the combat profession against other capsuleers is tempting. One simply cannot win without superior numbers or equipment. Tactics be damned; the capsule makes it too easy for an opponent to win by slightly superior tech alone, nevermind numerical advantages.
It is frustrating that there hasn't been a ship engineered to rush into a group of enemies and detonate, inflicting massive damage on them. I would probably be quite at home with such a ship, and it would definitely tip the balance of power away from mere numbers and more towards those skilled in stealth and speed.
I warp to the minor complex in Amarr-occupied Vard, knowing full well there's a Griffin and Catalyst there, with a Cormorant as backup. I knew the Griffin wouldn't at all try to move, so I opted to go for more shields and not even bother with a propulsion jammer. It worked, until the Griffin jammed me. Just two more salvos and it would have been down...opening up many more tactical options against the remaining two.
Typical Amarrian bullshit.
I then scouted around in a Rifter and encountered a Sentinel. Having piloted one of these things myself, I knew where its weakness was: an absolute lack of guns of its own. I kept a good fifteen kilometer range from the Sentinel, though this was still within his energy neutralizer range. No issue. I even took out four of his drones. Great. Too bad the Sentinel has sixty cubic meters of drone bay space....it was a long and drawn out loss.
At this point I figure I should at least try to make up for my losses and go mineral scavenging in the belts with my recently-built but modestly-fit Cyclone. A poor mistake. A suspicious-looking Drake was in one of the belts and they quickly locked me down. The Y-T microwarp drive was shut off by his scrambler. I was doomed, even with Hornet ECM drones on him. That too was a long and drawn out ship loss, lasting about two minutes or so.
And so, dear logs, the temptation to simply quit the combat profession against other capsuleers is tempting. One simply cannot win without superior numbers or equipment. Tactics be damned; the capsule makes it too easy for an opponent to win by slightly superior tech alone, nevermind numerical advantages.
It is frustrating that there hasn't been a ship engineered to rush into a group of enemies and detonate, inflicting massive damage on them. I would probably be quite at home with such a ship, and it would definitely tip the balance of power away from mere numbers and more towards those skilled in stealth and speed.
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