Monday, 29 September 2008

Ooh it's like a Pinata.

For animals, the entire universe has been neatly divided into things to (a) mate with, (b) eat, (c) run away from, and (d) rocks.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites)

OK, I'm on fire... Fire isn't good.

How did this happen? How did I let myself get into this position? Well, it's because I get big headed sometimes, I get greedy. I just can't leave well enough alone, I always have to take another shot at the title.

So it was that I chased the Jaguar into the 2/10 plex again, I had already killed him once today and I wanted the double.

The first fight was a good battle, both webbing each other, trying to maintain range, trying to keep transversal up. His tank similar to mine broke after a good 4 minute fight. This time however, I warped in right on top of him. I was locked, scrammed and webbed as I landed, I returned the favour but this time things went pretty bad for me, a close fight but he came out on top. I warped my pod out and docked up, no time to lick my wounds, I wanted to get out there and have another shot.

I grabbed another Jaguar , the corp requisition form will have to be filled in later, it was revenge time. 1-1, scores tied, there needed to be a winner. I undocked and warped to the plex, the red mist had descended, I wanted blood. Unfortunately the other Jaguar pilot decided that a draw was sufficient and docked up.

There was something else of interest, a Crow interceptor, in the top belt. Well time to play.

I warped in at zero, knowing full well the Crow would probably have moved off a bit and he had, over 120km, no bother, I hit my afterburner and started to move towards him at a liesurely pace. The Crow slowly started to bridge the gap and soon he settled into a lazy orbit around me, between 25km and 35km, peppering my shields with light missiles.

"Keira! You awake? Could use some of your magic."

It was clear the Crow didn't want to come within 20km of me, I don't blame him, so another tactic was required. I made as if I was aligning out, this choice would appear wise as my shields started to fail. I warped out to the planet and immediately set warp back to the belt. This short reprieve gave my shields a chance to regenerate. Once again we were separated by over 100clicks, once again I went through the motions to close the distance. The Crow now full of confidence did the same and soon we were dancing above the asteroids.

Deep in space a Claymore command ship uncloaked, it's gang mods activated.

"OK, you're good to go, don't lose another Jag, this could get embarrassing you know"

Well thank you Keira, so kind of you to join us.

Extra speed, extra range on the web, which was now set to overload. I made the motion to warp out again, lulling the Crow in. His orbit ellipsed and I did a Crazy Ivan.
Metal strained as the Jaguar fought the massive forces of the turn, my web set to overload and Keira's bonuses meant I was getting closer to the magic number. I kept a close watch on my overview and as he came into range it kicked in. I approached at full speed, ramming my Jaguar right into him. Webbed and scrammed, the Crow was vapourised in a flash.

Good fights were shared in local comms. Indeed it was.

Been a good day so far, even with the loss. A solo kill of a Rupture with my Rifter, a Wolf downed in a plex with my unfortunate Jaguar. Another Rupture using a Broadsword, then got a 1v1 offer from the downed pilot who brought a Burst to a Rifter fight (I let him get me to half shields before destroying him), then a suicide tackle on a Drake an Myrm with my Rifter, called in some friends for help, got the Myrmidon but Drake warped out (Need to share those points lads) and a good old fashioned Rifter vs Rifter fight.

I would later partake in a bit of a melee outside the station against pilots from Rage and Terror which ended 3 to 1 in their favour but interesting to be involved in.

Some good fights, an avoidable loss and fun all round, I retire to the comfort of my bunk.

Saturday, 27 September 2008

It all adds up

All assassins had a full-length mirror in their rooms, because it would be a terrible insult to anyone to kill them when you were badly dressed.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Pyramids)


A Stabber class cruiser appears on my scanner, set to a 360 degree sweep it will pick up anything entering the asteroid clusters, I scan again to make sure the contact is in place and not just passing through. I narrow the arc to 90 degrees and scan the clusters, from my central position it's easy enough, second scan shows him at the V cluster and I initiate warp to the planet. I come out of warp and narrow the arc to 15 degrees. Belt one... Nothing. Belt two... Nothing. Belt three... Contact, confirmed Stabber class cruiser, ratting.


Warp Disruptor is set to overload, it is primed, the prey is still in the belt as I spam the scanner. I burst out of warp and the prey is there, lock resolves and his day goes from bad to worse. He locks back and launches a drone, I won't need mine. Stabber loses shields, then armour and finally his structure gives way to the sustained assault, Republic Fleet EMP rounds overwhelm him. Bits of Stabber rain against Flubber™ even as the lock resolves on the pod, the unfortunate pilot sent home via Clone Vat Express.

It's all about the hunt

Sometimes it's not the fight that makes a hunt, but the hunt itself. Finding the target is the number one skill any Pirate should have, without it, well, you'll starve. It doesn't matter how good your skills are, how awesome your ship is, if you can't find prey it's all for naught. The Stabber pilot started having a bad day the moment he appeared on my scanner. He wasn't very experienced, a young pilot from the quick background check I was able to run but the loot will melt down nicely.

I scoop everything, it's how I make my living. Sure it's nice to get that faction drop worth millions but the small amounts gathered here and there make up millions, millions which fund me nicely.

Yesterdays loss still reverberates in the back of my mind, I needed to clear the cobwebs, focus on what I was good at and that is making the lives of others a little more exciting, if a lot shorter.
With this in mind I took Flubber™ out for a spin even though I have a massive headache, the Stabber made a nice entrĂ©e.

I sat at my safespot, reading the local comms chatter when a Jaguar appeared on scan. Time to introduce it to the excitement that is lowsec Piracy. I warped in and landed right on top of him, no bother, I didn't fear the Jaguar, I locked, tackled, shot and destroyed the helpless pilot, his corpse now residing in "The Morgue" A Deimos had warped in too and helped finish him off. A Rupture was about but it bugged out rather rapidly at the sight of a Fleet Stabber and Deimos.
The Deimos was a friend, hunting independently but a welcome sight. Unfortunately the Rupture wouldn't show himself again as he had cloaked somewhere in system, eventually leaving as more local Pirates came to Eifer.

I caught a Rifter ratting while I was waiting out my GCC, my hold now full of loot, time to go home.

Three kills, not very exciting but then not every hunt is. This was bread and butter Piracy, that which we need to keep the blood pumping and the ISK flowing. There's loot everywhere in the hangar, been a decent week even with the loss of my Broadsword.

I sit back and relax, music in the background as I light a cigarette and draw deeply. Piracy has it's ups and downs but I wouldn't want to do anything else, it's what I have become, what I am and it's so damn good.

Thursday, 25 September 2008


People who didn't need people needed people around to know that they were the kind of people who didn't need people.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Maskerade)

It's not always easy losing ships, especially ones that have served me so well.

News had trickled down of a small gang consisting of a Curse, Ishtar, Vexor, Harbinger, Brutix and Falcon hanging about in Emolgranlan on the Eifer gate, I volunteered to bait so boarded my faithful Broadsword and said I would be the worm. I had set up in a belt but Intel reached us that they had moved off the gate so it seemed that the opportunity for a fight had passed but another mark had presented itself in the shape of a Dominix that never jumped into Eifer. Of course at this point I was on the gate when the Falcon jumped through and cloaked, followed shortly after by the Curse.

Curse immediately lit me up and closed the distance to tackle, Falcon de cloaked and jammed and the rest of them jumped in and proceeded to violence my boat.

xxxx > Don't fight on the gate

Well a bit too fucking late for that now, I was going down, no cap, jammed, webbed, tackled and no sight of any of my gang mates. Monstrous Regiment exploded, a ship that has served me so well just annihilated in the most obscene fashion.

This is what I get for flying with others.

I warped my escape pod out and headed straight back to Gusandall to lick my wounds.

I lit a cigarette and made myself a cup of hot chocolate, I needed something sweet.

Tuesday, 23 September 2008

I can ride my bike with no handlebars

In the Beginning there was nothing, which exploded.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Lords and Ladies)

"Huginn in Eifer"

Those three magic words enough to get the blood pumping.

Been a lazy day thus far, actually managed some sleep, well more like an exhaustion induced coma but I woke up groggy and boarded Flubber™ for some hunting, I caught a Rupture earlier with the help of El Nabe, or to be more precise, I warped in on El Nabe killing a Rupture and added my unique brand of violence to the mix.

But the news of a Huginn in Eifer was enough to draw me out once again and soon I was jumping the gate into my kingdom. Once in system I checked the Intel channels again and gathered the Huginn was in the V belts, so I warped to the planet and scanned him to the third belt in the cluster.


Those iconic words immortalised by Winterblink in his amazing work and words that sooth and invigorate at the same time. I kept hitting the scanner hoping the Huginn was still in place, willing him to be there.

A Huginn is a very good ship, one I have flown on a few occasions, able to dictate range with it's webbing bonuses and able to deal a good amount of pain to anything smaller than a Battlecruiser.
Flubber™ would be tested to the limit in this encounter and I was really eager to engage.

My Fleet Stabber burst out of warp about 40km away from the Huginn, I gathered my senses and started to close as soon as the last trails of warp evaporated off my ship. Tackling gear was primed but not overloaded, I had a good run in, good speed and was closing fast. I locked and engaged my warp disruptor, beams of energy reaching out and disrupting the flow of the Huginn's warp drive. At this point he locked back but I was closing fast and in the blink of an eye I was on top of him and he was now webbed, his ability to dictate range now gone the fight was well and truly on.

A flight of small combat drones streaked out from him and swarmed me, I deployed my own drones and a feature of the Fleet Stabber made me smile... It has a huge drone bay for a Minmatar cruiser. My three medium and two small ECM drones reached out and... HOLY SHIT, THEY WORKED. A good jam cycle and my guns were eating into his shields, slowly but surely. He regained lock and continued to rain heavy assault missiles and autocannon rounds into Flubber™. My shields had failed and my armour started turning red, one eye on the overview as the bar turned red and continued to do so. I overloaded my guns, squeezing every ounce of DPS out of them, his shields failed and his armour started to vapourise. It didn't last long and as the last remnants of armour disappeared a Drake warped in, the pilot who had originally reported the mark. His structure vanished near instantly and bits of Huginn rained against Flubber™. Her targetting systems quick enough to resolve a lock on the pod and yet another corpse was added to "the Morgue"

I glanced down at my HUD and noticed I was at 20% armour, a close fight indeed and one I was stoked about, blood full of adrenaline. What a rush.

Back in Gusandall it was time for dinner, maybe a smoke and a cup of tea.

Monday, 22 September 2008

So my ISK farming friend, we meet again.

"Do not act incautiously when confronting little bald wrinkly smiling men!"

-- Rule One (Terry Pratchett, Thief of Time)

Nothing in the universe gives me greater pleasure than ruining someone's night, especially if it involves Ravens and ISK farmers. With this in mind it was that I sent my covops friend to Ingunn to keep an eye on the locals. Insomnia gets the better of me more and more these days and I need to vent my frustrations in the only way I know how... Violence, lot's and lots of Violence with a side order of Carnage.

My friend in her Cheetah stationed herself in Ingunn and started to scan at regular intervals and it wasn't long before two Ravens appeared on scanner, seemingly in a mission, together. This Intel brought great feelings of happiness to my heart. One of the Raven pilots was someone I had violenced in the past and on one occasion he was most upset.

A probe was dropped but they left system before she could get a hit but it seemed like they went next door to Gultraten so she followed. At this point I was waiting in The Fifth Elephant™, my trusty Sleipnir and the last thing many a Farmer Raven sees before exploding.

The Ravens were indeed in Gultraten and my friend warped to a spot where she could drop a probe and soon I got the call that she had a hit. I warped to the Gult gate and jumped through and entered warp to her position, I landed on top of an acceleration gate and activated it as soon as I could. It was strange that there was no scout on the gate but that didn't matter right now as I was slung into warp.

Bursting out of warp I was greeted by both Ravens warping out, it seems my presence in system was more than enough to spook them. Damn, what now? Both Ravens had docked up, so I left system to see if they would try and run the mission again.

Sometimes my hunches pay off and soon both Ravens undocked, I waited until they had warped back to the mission gate and then jumped in but as I entered my friend reported that they both started aligning for the station again. Damn, I needed to think, I needed to kill and the only way was to recruit some help.

From past dealings with them and a quick scan of various networks it showed that Lang ren had recently been using warp core stabilisers a lot so with this in mind I asked in an Intel channel if anyone with a Heavy Interdiction Cruiser would be willing to fit two Warp Disruption Generators and come play "Introduce the Ravens to their Doom" with me. Colonel Kurtz replied to the affirmative and made his way over to Gultraten while I stayed in Ingunn.

Both Ravens had undocked so I told Krusty to warp to my friend but hadn't noticed the mission gate had disappeared until he landed... Damn. However the Ravens had not left system and seemed to be running another mission so my friend dropped another probe and soon got a hit, she warped in but got uncloaked on the acceleration gate, in full view of one of the Ravens, she tried to bump him so he couldn't warp but the Cheetah isn't very good at that. Both Ravens warped out before Krusty could get there but if anything I believed they would be back so my friend waited, with Krusty at a safespot aligned to her position. Lo and behold they did return and the go was given, Krusty warped his Broadsword in and activated the gate, I had warped to the Gult gate and would wait until he had them both tackled and soon he confirmed that both were trapped.

I jumped in and warped straight to the acceleration gate, activated it and was slung into the deadspace, I burst out of warp with both Ravens engaging Krusty's Broadsword but one thing I know about that ship is that it can take a helluva beating, I locked and engaged Lang ren, he was already deep in armour from Krusty's onslaught, I just added the icing on the cake, he exploded and our attention turned to his friend, who to be quite honest was in some serious trouble, his Raven crumpled under our combined fire and he was too slow to warp his escape pod out, another corpse for "the Morgue"

I was stoked, two kills, well executed and much thanks and love to Colonel Kurtz for the massive assist in making it happen. I headed back to Gusandall on a high, this definitely made my night and hopefully I would be able to get some sleep... But only after the adrenaline wears off.

The unfortunate farmer.

No matter how fast light travels it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Reaper Man)

I walked into the hangar, the lights were out, a strange thing as I'm sure I left them on. I had left the hangar last night in a bit of a mood as one of my computer systems had crashed after a software update so I had to rebuild the database from scratch. I left the lights on, I'm sure I did.

I had gone out this morning to get some more work done on my tattoo, it's progressing nicely but a lot more work to get done. I was in a better mood, mainly from the adrenaline but I wanted to get out into the black and stir up some trouble.

I found the light switch after taking a detour around some loot that Keira has been meaning to move for a while, the lights pulsed into action and I was surprised to see the loot was gone, Keira's Claymore was docked and hooked up to some refuelling rigs. I walked around the Claymore to where my Rifter was docked and was suprised to see Keira grinning as I approached.

"I have a suprise for you" she said.

Really now, what could it be?

"You finally moved the loot and sold it?" I said

"That's not it genius. Seeing as how you passed 1000 kills I thought I'd grab something from our old highsec base that you could use"

She pulled the tarp off the nose of something that looked like a Stabber or Vagabond but wasn't.

"It's a Republic Fleet Stabber dummy" she blurted out.

Wow, that's really cool, I kind of remember her mentioning one gathering dust in highsec but never gave it a second thought. The Fleet Stabber was a beauty and I got on board to check it out and start loading weapons and mods. It's different from the standard Stabber and her heavier cousin the Vagabond but different in a good way.

I got her loaded and started doing systems checks but what she really needed was a name...

A name...

Flubber it shall be.

So Flubber and I undocked and headed to Eifer where I hoped to get some blood on her. Hanging about in my usual spot I waited...

And waited.

Eventually a target arrived in a belt and I initiated warp. I burst out of warp right on top of a Thrasher and went through the routine of locking, tackling and shooting the everliving shit out of it. It exploded in a satisfying flash and it was only moments after that I recognized the name of the pilot, a new resident of the Independence channel. Oh well, it's not like the first time I've shot an Independence resident. The very first being my good friend and accomplice flashfresh, who also just happens to be the founder of the Independence channel.

Independence is a great channel to talk to like minded people and has some good folk but does not guarantee safety.

I headed back towards Gusandall, not the most spectacular maiden kill for a new ship but blood none the less. As I flashed out of warp on top of the Gus gate there was a Stabber moving towards it, a better target and more of a match for Flubber. I wasn't too comfortable with fighting under sentry fire at this time so I targetted and tried to bump him, maybe getting him to agress but alas it didn't work, he jumped into Gus, I followed. He warped straight towards the Ingunn gate and I followed. A Hurricane piloted by an old friend also gave chase but we narrowly missed him at the Ingunn gate and jumped through to follow. He warped off again as I was too far away for a point but followed him in warp to the Gultraten gate where I engaged, safe in the knowledge that sentry fire would be shared by my accomplice in the Hurricane. The Stabber went down as I aligned to warp out, picking a random planet as my warp point. The sentries were eating me apart and I entered armour just as the Stabber exploded, I immediately hit warp to get Flubber out of harms way.

Thanks go to Redbad for the assist, most appreciated, although it later became apparent he was more interested in killing a Fleet Stabber than a vanilla one :P

Now this is where things take a bizarre turn, I burst out of warp at the planet and made preperations to warp to a safespot when three Imicus frigates warped to my position.

Well now, what have we here? A present for moi?

I targetted the nearest frigate and opened up, all the while locking the other two. After what seemed like an age the first lock resolved and I tackled and opened up, it exploded with such force that my tackling systems still thought it was there, it took them a moment too long to recalibrate and the other two warped out.

Damn I thought to myself, what rotten luck... As if.

I approached the wreck and opened it up, oh my, I knew today was special but this is too much. Some nice implants which will fetch a pretty penny and fuel our criminal enterprise further.

I headed back to Gus and docked up, a succesful maiden voyage for Flubber, no epic fights but ISK was made, the cornerstone of our business. Keira should be happy, the corp wallet looks healthy and we are well stocked with all sorts of violence. All in all, things are pretty damn shiny.

Monday, 15 September 2008

School of Hard Knocks

The trouble with being a god is that you've got no one to pray to.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)

There's something therapeutic about being in space, a peace that overcomes the day to day stress of living in a space station. So much junk has accumulated over the past few months, the hangar littered with loot from various acts of Piracy. Keira really needs to move this stuff to Rens, the ISK from sold loot is always welcome. I stub my toe as I stumble out of the corner that is my home, my desk could use a clean too, loads of paperwork that needs sorting from hangar rental to ship repairs.

It never ends... but there is one way to forget this stupidity, oh yes, you know what that is?
Random acts of indiscriminate violence and no better ship than my favourite Rifter.

Class is in session

First stop, Eifer and the start of "Introduction to Lowsec and PvP 101" classes for the day.

A Rifter and Thrasher pilot sufficiently educated left me sitting at a safespot feeling good about myself when I started to track a Rupture, there was a Crow in the general direction piloted by a friend. Well as is my way I tracked him down to a planet and warped in to see the Crow orbiting the Rupture... over 100km away. Well darn, guess I'd just mosey on over and see if I could add some Rifter violence to the mix. I hit my MWD...

Double you tea eff! I still had an afterburner fitted from some plex hunting a few weeks back. Oh well, slow and steady I closed the distance, until I was within range and I added my Barrage rounds to the dance, eventually getting a web down on the Rupture. An interesting fight but the Rupture pilot had taken a lot of damage from the Crow, not being able to repair it's armour because of the buffer setup. The Crow pilot was easy soloing him but I'm Kane Rizzel, I like to shoot stuff.

Introduced another Thrasher to the wonders of lowsec later and then safed up to wait out my GCC, an interesting start to the festivities.

I headed back to Gusandall and docked up as I had planned to meet some people for lunch later and could use a bit of sleep. I slumped down in my bunk, there will be more wanton destruction, oh yes, there will be more.

Everyone is a student

Following a good lunch and enough coffee to really put me on edge it was once again into the black. Didn't have to wait long before getting my first kill in the shape of a Rifter I was tracking.

Whilst tracking the Rifter I had spotted a Vagabond enter Gusandall, I waited out my GCC and docked up to board something a little more suitable... A Rupture.
Not the best match up as I would be at a speed disadvantage and the pilot was experienced from the little data I was able to gather but I wanted some fun and boy did I get it.

I warped to a belt and waited. The belt I chose had a dense array of asteroids which would make navigation a touch difficult for the Vaga pilot. I didn't have to wait long as he warped in at 50km, smart move and one any pilot who flies a ship that needs to dictate range should do. He closed very quickly, over 5km/s and started to engage, I locked and started manoeuvring to intercept, metal straining as my Rupture banked sharply. This was going to be interesting. The Vaga pilot launched tech 2 Warrior drones and they screeched across the space towards me, his 220s spitting out round after round of Barrage, stripping away my shields but I wasn't too concerned as I was getting closer to intercepting, getting closer to getting an overloaded web down. My armour was creeping into the red, he was doing very good damage, all the while my guns unable to track due to his superior speed. My armour had failed, the fat armour plate I had fitted stripped away, my ECM drones not being able to catch him, I cursed myself for not changing them to Warrior IIs but I was in a hurry.

Getting closer now.

Just as my armour totally failed and my structure started taking damage I got my web activated, slowing him down enough to close in and let my guns introduce rounds of Republic Fleet EMP rounds into his hull.

Unfortunately I ran out of structure before I could do significant damage, Oya Loca IV™ exploding violently in the Gusandall sky. I warped my escape pod out in a hurry and exchanged "Good Fight" in local. It was a good fight, especially for me, even though I lost. I like challenges like this, they allow you to judge yourself a lot better and judged I was.

The rookie lesson

A while later Intel was passed down about a Cyclone in a belt, in Eifer. It seemed to be a slow day for most as a whole host of Pirates declared their intent to introduce the pilot to various forms of ordinance. There was talk of some soloing it with cruisers. I of course took it one step further and said I would bring a Reaper.

Yes, you read that right, a Reaper. By the time I had docked and boarded "LOL ROOKIE" the Rupture had been tackled and engaged, the guys said they would wait for me to get there before further violencing the Cyclone.

I warped in, right on top of the Cyclone, locked, tackled, launched my drone and opened up with my two guns. The Cyclone was going down hard, no match for my Reaper, the last of it's structure vanishing in the time it takes to make a cup of tea, it exploded and bits of Cyclone rained upon my Reaper. I started locking the pod but it was vaporised by a smartbomb from a Battleship that joined the party.

I had a good laugh and started looking for other targets I could Reap but alas none were to be found.

About this time of the evening the usual blobs start moving through, so I headed back to Gus and docked up for dinner and a smoke.


A full stomach and a dose of nicotine later I was once again in my Rifter hunting for clients and oh boy did one come by, a Rifter pilot by the name of Rude Guy. I started tracking him through the belts and eventually caught him, a good but short Rifter vs Rifter duel ensued in which I relieved Rude of his precious ship.

I warped to a safespot to wait out my criminal timer when I spotted Rude back in local, in a Thrasher this time. Oh goody, repeat customer. I tracked him once more and soon found him, tackled and opened up, another short fight but a valuable lesson for Rude. I grabbed loot and once more warped to a safe.

Another Rifter pilot had entered Gusandall and was doing the rounds and I casually followed him until I warped in on top of him, lock 'n pop he went, the pod being snagged in an instant. Scanner shows Rude is back yet again in a Rifter so I made the usual adjustments to my scanner as I tracked him. Warped in but was unable to lock him down as he warped out. He did however warp back in range and I started to close the 50 odd km to him.

AAAARGGGHHHH, that stupid afterburner is still fitted. Once again I slowboated towards my mark, he was very quick, close to 3km/s but he got too close and was webbed and scrammed, his Rifter evaporated in the blink of an eye.

Another succesful class and an end to a long day.

Questions for teacher

Some people have asked me why I fly Rifters as often as I do? Why don't I use a battleship to Pirate in?
Surely there's more ISK in hitting bigger targets? Well, yes and no. Yes, the ISK from battleship loot is more, however losing a battleship hits the wallet a lot harder.
Flying smaller ships is a lot more economical and if you want to make money as a Pirate it's all about the bottom line.

The small amounts gathered here and there from small scale solo Piracy add up, like I said at the beginning of tonight's adventure, there's a lot that has accumulated over the recent past.

Small scale combat is also a lot more fun in my not so humble opinion, being able to manoeuvre in an engagement is great, the feeling of piloting is awesome. Flying a battleship always made me feel like I was swimming in molasses on a cold day.

Another reason is that you're also more likely to find targets if you're in something unassuming, they won't run to highsec or dock up if they spot a Rifter or Rupture on scanner, in fact it's more likely they will fancy their chances and all this leads to more fights, more fights equals more fun and that's what being a Pirate is really all about.

Monday, 8 September 2008

Ink, ISK and Inebriation

Thunder rolled. ... It rolled a six.

-- (Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!)

Well... achieved another milestone today, nothing much in the way of action but according to BattleClinic I have over ONE THOUSAND KILLS! They came courtesy of a Merlin and Rifter duo that I was tracking, not much to write about the fights, I was in my Jaguar when I warped in on them, killed the Merlin and pod as the Rifter warped out. I would later catch the Rifter and her pod whilst in my own Rifter.

In other news, Keira and our sneaky friend ran a 5/10 DED Drone complex early this morning, I was in no state to Pirate as I had a bit too much Bourbon at the club earlier and by too much I mean I couldn't feel my fingers. Some very nice ISK was made and should fund us nicely for a while.

New tattoo started last Monday, two and a half hours under the needle and another two sittings to go before it's done.