One Week in Space

"Holy shit this system has gone to pot. Look at all those Rebels"
- Lhorenzho

Since my last post I've lost nine more rifters. Here's how that happened:

Come to think about it...

So I wasn’t going to write about yesterday. Too boring. Apart from losing my Cheetah to a gas cloud (which I was warned about, but I just had to learn that lesson myself) I didn’t find anything to fight. It was only by the end of the night while making one more pass through Heild that my D-Scanner picked up a Thorax while hanging by a plex entrance. I thought I’d take a shot as I was dying to fire an autocannon at something. The pilot was Randy Leahy, the Ishtar pilot from the day before. He landed, I approached, he destroyed my rifter. Pretty predictable outcome I thought as I docked, didn’t even get past his shields (dying to know if they were tanked or not).

Back to School

Ever done something that made you think "I knew this, why did I do this?" Like the time I stood at a low sec gate, still a fledgling pilot, waiting for someone to come by and shoot at, only to be harshly reminded about gate sentries. I knew they were there, knew that they'd shoot me if I got GCC, but in the excitement of breaking my carebare habit, I had forgotten it all! A lesson learned in this way usually sticks though.

Gulping Pod Goo Again!

6 months since my last post, 5 of which was spent out of pod. This has always been my habit and I've decided to rid myself of the unrealistic prospects of never taking a break from my capsule. While this break was abnormally long, the craving for space always becomes too much to resist.
So right before my 5 month "hibernation" I abandoned The Tempest Blood and joined The Black Rebel Rifter Club and immediately started looking for trouble everywhere I roamed. Had a few successes and a whole lot of losses. All in all though, I knew I made the right decision.