Monday, November 23, 2009

For my own reference.

Fleet Introduction Times.

Ship Class: Pilgrim
Given Name: Requiem Majesta
Introduced: Monday, November 23, 2009

Drive-By Blogging demands

long time no post. simply put I lost direction in Eve, got bored. got overwhelmed with eve & college and basically have been aimlessly flying around eve. I can recall 1 good fight since I last posted, one fight that got me going.

I've had this grand scheme of going out solo into 0.0 to try and kill unsuspecting ratter but found that they don't exist. I think its time to go back to basics of solo lowsec piracy. and yes. fill this blog with semi-boring (but mostly entertaining posts about my antics)

this quarter right now at college is a slog, i'm currently doing 20 units but should be out on January 7th. about that time (most likely during the end of year break) I will be returning to the Dark Omen storyline. partly because I feel I left it unfinished partly because of Shae's occasional nudging and partly because of the below private convo I got about an hour ago.

[08:08:11] Jorge Belda > yes?
[08:08:17] Helena Khan > Hi Jorge. Quick note to say WRITE MORE!
[08:08:21] Helena Khan > Please :)
[08:08:26] Jorge Belda > O_o
[08:08:38] Jorge Belda > drive-by blog demands lol
[08:08:42] Helena Khan > Read the very good stoy you and Shae put together :)
[08:08:44] Helena Khan > LOL
[08:09:00] Jorge Belda > thanks :)
[08:09:02] Helena Khan > Anways.... really just wanted to say that
[08:09:12] Helena Khan > Thanks... and FS
[08:09:18] Jorge Belda > likewise!

When you get feedback like this its pretty awesome. I appreciate it and it does spur me on to finish the storyline and maybe think about some other small bits of fiction.

fly crazy!

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

The end of Requiem Savage

I distractedly watched Galnet safely tucked away in my pod in my Pilgrim 'Requiem Savage' the roam I was finishing up on had been uneventful and i found myself getting distracted from the actual flying of the ship. suddenly I hear the shrill of the lock warning alarm. loading the hud and sensors up I swore. A Huginn Combat Recon had Webbed and Scrammed me, firing projectile rounds as well as missiles at me while its own drones buzzed around me angrily.

realizing my mistake of not paying attention I had not reactivated cloak when i had jumped through a gate and now faced a tough challenge, locking back I released a flight of Vespa EC600 drones in the hopes of being able to get a jam cycle off and escape to freedom. sadly the Drones were never able to get a jam cycle off and with my armor rep keeping me stable at about 60% integrity all looked good to just wait it out for a jam cycle.

My plan soon evaporated into chaos when a Hurricane warped in and promptly laid down additional web and scram. slowly but surely my armor dipped and then my hull dropped at a more rapid pace and Requiem Savage disintegrated into the night. I piloted my pod the 1 jump i had left before I would have hit my home system and docked up. ignoring everyone in the station I retired to my private quarters to lick my wounds and study what I did wrong and what I could have done better.

My most stupid loss yet. I have no problem with the loss in itself, but what I do have a problem with is my own lack of concentration when at the helm of such an exotically loaded out ship. the loss was unacceptable and while the only thing I could have done is actually tried to attack the Huginn instead of trying to evade it I did not and that cost me a very well fitted and usable ship. I have no doubts about the fitting. the ship is sound. the problem I have in this case resides between the neural interface and the pod goop holding him in one piece. i.e. Myself. Lesson Learned.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

OOC: Light at the End of the Tunnel

well, my incoming work influx is slowly coming back to normal so I will be able to finish the next chapter of Dark Omen, look out for it in the next few days!

Sunday, April 5, 2009

The Ups and Downs of Moving on.

Since leaving The Bastards and going it alone i've not only reduced the hours of actual time i'm playing but i've changed my base of operations 3 times and have finally settled on a place whihc is busy enough to get kills but not so bad that i'm getting ganked. I've also had some pretty harsh losses as well...

first of all there have been a couple of rifter losses, the second I had to run AFK and lost not only that Rifter but also a pod with a full set of low grade Halo implants as well as about 150mil worth of hardwires.... stupid I know.

however, getting back on my feet I helped a couple of guys out with a Scorpion and a Drake the other day and tonight I finished the night of with a combination of a Caracal and Rupture from the same corp ratting together. not bad I say.

lets hope Next week turns out to be as good as the end of this one.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

OOC: Change

the last couple of weeks has been very taxing, real life stuff has been a major factor in my lack of posting as well as some serious adjustments in my eve playing.

Firstly, I have again retired from the Bastards corporation. it is my opinion that the corp dynamic has significantly changed from when I joined them and quite frankly, I wasn't enjoying playing anymore. Corps change and evolve and you either evolve with them or you make a decision to wish them the best and carry on doing things your way. I chose the latter and have slowly started to get back into the saddle and begin to enjoy logging in again. Quite simply I didn't want to change in the way the corp was.

Secondly, work has been off the rails these last couple of weeks, hence the time between Part 5 and Part 6, part 6 IS in the works but until work calms down its going to be tough to get it written.

Saturday, February 28, 2009

Dark Omen Chapter 5

Awakening from a daze, I pulled my scattered thoughts together, feeling somehow refreshed. The sensation of weightlessness as well as the embrace of the pod's hydrostatic fluid felt good. Using the external camera drones on ‘Darkness’ I viewed the stars around me, their alien beauty glittering back at me.

How long had I been out of it? The blackouts had been growing more frequent and the techs had been tweaking my implants to try to find the source of the errors. I checked the S.I.G.N. Sansha Interstellar Guidance Network and discovered that I was a very long way from home. Where was I? The system name registered as Evati (formerly ES9-4D6), low security in the Minmatar regions. Why the hell was I there? Pulling up the map, I laid in a course for LGK-VP in Stain.

A feeling of unease settled over me. I should go back. Why should I not want to go back? Why was I so far from home? My head ached dully, reminding me that I needed to report the blackout to the techs as soon as I returned. How long had it been since the last time? I checked my chronometer.

A chill ran through me. It had been a year. How had I lost a year? My head hurt. Focusing on piloting seemed to push the ache back. I was sitting in an empty space between planets, far from localized gravity signatures. Selecting the exit gate, I coaxed 'Darkness' into warp.

Bursting out into sub-warp speeds on the gate into Todifrauan, my ship came to a halt in time to watch an outlaw Rifter class frigate burst into shrapnel under the concentrated fire of a Jaguar Assault Frigate.

The I.G.N. pinged the craft with the ID of 'Pounce'. Not being Sansha its status was set to hostile in addition to being marked with the glaring red of Concord outlaw status. It nuzzled up to the flaming wreck of its kill to loot and salvage, apparently unaware of my presence. The urge to take advantage of this was overwhelming. I Targeted and proceeded to throw all my offensive systems on it, Lasers searing out into the sky while my Nosferatus, Webifiers and Warp scrambler all locked onto the craft leaving the usually nimble Assault ship dead in the water. But something about this felt wrong.

A memory surfaced, of doing exactly this to... what? Another Sansha ship? My temples throbbed sourly. An op, a hijacked transport, orders I had refused to follow and turning on my Commander, pursuit...

I knew this Jaguar. The feeling of wrongness in my gut continued to gnaw at me as my headache intensified. The Jaguar while boosting its shields hadn’t even targeted me, not fired a single round. Suddenly a frantic beeping serenaded me and a split second later the ship was rocked violently sideways from multiple Hybrid rounds smashing into the shields on my right flank from the Taranis which had just appeared right on top of us. Cursing under my breath I started throwing the Succubus in a series of wild twists and turns hoping to evade the deadly new threat.

The Interceptor quickly had me Webbed and Scrambled, and now the Jaguar joined the assault, pounding fire on my shields. My ship slowed dramatically under twin sets of combat tackle. I swapped my targets and wondered why the Taranis hadn't released its drones when a hauntingly familiar female voice came out at me through local clear comms. "Jorge, what are you doing? Talk to me."

That voice sent a jolt through me, clearing my mind a little, the uneasiness deepening. That voice pulled me back from the brink and brought memories flooding back. “Shae…” I managed to croak before agony erupted from my left temple. Half-blinded with pain, I fought with the ship's controls, turning off the guns only to have then reactivated. I tried again and again but nothing I could do seemed to be able to stop the ship from firing.

Round upon round battered my shields and despite the booster valiantly trying to keep up with the damage Shae and Mynxee started to hit armor, tearing great gashes in the mottled surface. “Jorge, stop firing. Don't make us do this.” Shae’s voice brimmed with emotion, but there was that core of steel that told me she wouldn't hesitate.

Fighting through the pain clouding my thoughts, I grimly kept my silence as I watched my armor integrity quickly drop to 0 and their rounds struck the Succubus’s superstructure. As it dipped to 24% I cracked a small smile despite the throbbing in my temples... and entered the ejection codes, throwing my pod into space thick with hybrid rounds, projectile rounds and laser fire. With a blinding flash ‘Darkness’ imploded, its integrity no longer able to hold up without the skill of the pilot.

As the link between the implants and the ship was severed pain blossomed within my head, bright spots fogging the edges of my vision. A Warp-Scrambler pulse whipped out and snagged my pod as Shae’s Taranis came in close and I heard her voice over the open comms again. “Jorge are you…there? Are you alright?" concern and doubt evident in her voice.

The bright spots turned black and blotted out the world. I could only utter, “Help me…” before I passed out, leaving my mind full of bitterness, confusion and regret.