Thursday, 25 February 2010

A Day in the Life of a Tusker.

        I'm a little over a day old now within the Tusker corporation and I have one thought that keeps reverberating in my mind, it is thus; pirating is awesome. Having only been in the corp for 24 hours I was hardly expecting to achieve much whilst I stumble around in an unfamiliar place, nor did I expect everyone in the corp to believe in my abilities as they appear to, it really is a wonderful place to be!

        By trust, I am referring to their open attitudes, friendly and welcoming atmosphere which I have entered into and on top of that the knowledge in them making me a true member of the team; I scout upon request, tackle, I've even got a good few killmails so far. I think this is a product of one main thing, that being the Tusker application process. 5 kills may not seem like much on paper, but for an isk starved upstart pirate like me, it genuinely was a difficult challenge. To rush in achieving the kills meant to make mistakes and lose isk, to take too long felt like my goal was slipping out of reach. Fortunately I found a balance and am jubilated that I haven't slunk away at the prospect of being branded an outlaw.

        I've already experience tons of combat, claimed many kills and even done what I feel is perhaps the most pirate-like thing a pilot can do in Eve; forcefully commandeer a battleship. My security status has indeed taken a pretty massive hit, now at -2.97 (and still dropping like a ton of bricks,) yet in honesty, I am beginning to relish the day when I finally become an outlaw, I think then I will truly feel at home in the Tuskers; a true pirate.

        I'll be writing up a combat log of our endeavours soon, so stay tuned! For now though, I am going to catch some sleep, wake up tomorrow and get back out there.

        On a further note, my Punisher Guide is coming along nicely, though I am unsure when it will reach completion. Hopefully I'll find the time to give it the love required.

        Till next time, fly smart.

Tuesday, 23 February 2010

A Little Long in the... Tusk?

        Big news! As of today, I am officially a proud member of the Tuskers. I'd say I was a proud pirate, but until I'm flashing redder than a traffic light at every Tom, Dick and Harry, calling myself a pirate just wouldn't be right.

        I'm hoping that my new life here will be great, everyone is really friendly and helpful, generally just a great bunch of pirates! The life of piracy is something that I've contemplated for a long time, finally I shall experience it first hand and I am genuinely massively excited for the journey ahead and cannot wait to start claiming loot and isk in the name of the Tuskers!

        It's almost a guarantee that there will be some combat logs to follow soon, so sit tight and hopefully some good things will come this way. Fly Smart.

Sunday, 21 February 2010

A Maiden, What a Catch!

        Oh how New Eden always draws me back, whether it's the feeling of my heart pulsing as I lay everything on the line in combat or the coy smile I never manage to hold back upon seeing a wallet filling with isk. A dark and dangerous place, yet equally full of opportunity and fortune. My first flight in my already beloved Jaguar (about damn time) has been eventful beyond all belief!

        After fitting up and checking nothing was out of place, cargo hold full of ammunition and a full capacitor charge, I left off from my home in Dammalin towards my usual hunting ground around the Heimatar region. Barely 5 minutes into my journey and whilst taking a quick scan around Siseide I spotted a lone Caracal idling in a nearby belt. Eager to test out the fabled powerhouse Assault Frigate, I immediately set course and slamed my warp drive into overdrive, hurtling towards the target belt. As I landed and glared at my prey a little over 20km away, the pilot freaks and warps away too fast for me to properly track him. 'Damn...' I thought to myself at the time. Quickly I flip up my directional scanner and start sweeping the surrounding asteroid belts frantically looking and hoping that the Caracal will still be nearby. Then the unexpected happened...

        The unexpected? A Belliocse. 'Haha, a lowly miner lost in space. Time for a quick and easy kill...' I immediately burned towards him, catching him in my warp scrambler and establishing a safe orbit. He seemed to sit somewhat idly for a moment, which worried me at the time; a bait? I began checking the local information hub within the system, cross referencing the corporations, alliances and security status of the current dwellers within the system. Nothing. All the while my guns had been pounding away at his shields, making what admittedly was a rather unimpressive dent... Suddenly I notice a hatch on the enemy craft open, with swarms of dreaded Warrior II drones pouring out and surrounding me. I disengage my cannons and begin to pick them off one by one, foolishly wasting large amounts of ammo due to tracking issues.

        The fight continued for a good while, drones emerging and assaulting me, dropping one by one as his shields charge back up, only to be once more assaulted by my weaponry. Now rather confident in my victory I open up a conversation, hoping for a quick isk payout. '20 mil or your ship goes bye.' I chimed down the intercom. The remainder of the conversation escapes me, as I watch my guns stop firing and not reload with Phased Plasma S. 'Crap... Out of ammo.' Fortunately I had a stock of Barrage S left in there, but I knew full well I wouldn't break the rather incredible shield tank my opponent was sporting. We had a short conversation, both bluffing our hearts out; he that he would merely self destruct and deny me a kill, myself that friendly pilots were inbound to blow him up. The funny thing? It nearly worked.

        As I sat orbiting him, feeling somewhat disappointed at the outcome of the fight. Luck however was on my side. The Caracal, my initial target, jumped back into the system unaware of our engagement, landing 40km away and quickly jumping out. This time though he wasn't so lucky. I automatically bid farewell to the captive Bellicose, loading the remaining ammo in my guns I warped to intercept, landing almost simultaneously with the Caracal. I tore into his shields. A mintue later, the target now in hull, a Thorax drops in the belt and targets me, b-lining for my ship and releasing drones. 'God dammit!' I alligned my ship to a nearby planet, watching the Thorax close in on my position. 30km-25km, I was beginning to worry. At last the Caracal buckled under the weight of my onslaught and I immediately bugged out, giving up the loot to the Thorax to ensure the safety of my Jaguar.

        I sit here now, in Rens, my guns being patched up from thermal damage I dealt out during the fight. I look back at the whirlwind 15 minutes I just experienced and am thankful that my absence from New Eden is at an end. My Jaguar performed admirably, and felt amazing to fly. It had a sense of age to it, more refined than the Rifter, with all the good bits still there when I need them. This beckons a new journey for myself in New Eden, I now feel like I am no longer quite the upstart pilot looking for a fight that I once was. I feel more refined.

        Till next time, fly smart.

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Kishin Hattori Never Dies...

        Ok so that was a rather pedantic and poor allusion to Tiger Army, a psycho-billy band I listened to a lot back in the day, but it's message is resolute. Despite my lengthened absences from New Eden in the killing field, my work never stops. I've been training as all of us tirelessly do, building up funds and recovering from the war declaration I found myself thrust into a few weeks ago. The result would be this:

        If any of you get locked by me, this will probably be what I'm packing. It's taken me quite some time to find the right fit for this ship and I finally think I have it. whilst I adore speed and massive damage, being a pilot who flies Amarrian craft also means I do have a soft spott for a good tank. I feel this has a great middle ground of all three. Managing to run at just over the holy grail of 1km/s with a nice damage output of 125 per second, it definitely can deal it out. What I am perhaps most fond of is it's ability to take the damage. With a constant re-gen of just shy of 100 damage per second, with healthy resistances and a fair chunk of shields that beg to be shot at, I really do feel that this is a ship I will do well in. I'm fitting it as we speak and getting ready for it's maiden voyage out into low security with a friend of mine, here's hoping it doesn't disappoint!

        The war declaration ended on a fairly mute point for me in other news, I was not able to get the kill I was hoping for, but after a short but surprisingly pleasant conversation with Duckeye himself I wasn't all too upset. Whether what he told me was truthful or a pack of lies I know not, but I did gain some insight into his reasons and whilst still not justified in my eyes; this is New Eden and my morals mean very little to anyone. Time to move on and get out there for me!

        Fly smart.