Archive for December 8, 2011


To Rens and Back!

So tonight my first trip[ to a trade hub.  Having bought a new Rifter and fitted it out with some small rail guns I needed some ammo.  The ammo in Eystur was ten times the price it was in Rens and so it was a simple case of hopping into the newly named ‘Slaughterhouse’ to roll along to the Trade hub that is known as Rens.

The place was buzzing, the local channel flowing with people looking to make a quick sale.  211 Muir looking for corporation members. Djobs posting strange symbols Подробности в приватной беседе.  Others looking to have a 1v1 challenge in a frigate.  On sale were Stabber Fleet Issue’s, Caracal Navy Issue and Tempest Fleet Issue at prices I could never dream of.  Oh and a conversation about soda.

“Zhang ManCheng > “Actually, i hate diet soda. never tastes right.”
UMBONGO Hirl > “Uh whats wrong with it?”
UMBONGO Hirl > “The soda that is.”
Zhang ManCheng > “His contract, or diet soda in general?”
UMBONGO Hirl > “You said you never liked how soda tastes.”
Zhang ManCheng > “Diet soda, not all soda. diet just always has that funky after taste.”

I slunk in barely noticed and slunk back out.  For now I was not interested in idle chat.  I had to discover if my new ship and fitting was going to provide me with the power to cope much better with the missions I was being given.  After a short time I left Rens and returned to Eystur.  Ready for my next mission.

Finally after failure after failure I got a mission and managed to get a mission involving 5 stages and secured 300,000 ISK.  The Intrepid managed it quite comfortably and after securing the mission I decided to buy a Rifter in an attempt to be better able to cope with these missions.  Remember my goals are to eventually join my fellow Pod Pilots and my plan is currently to achieve this through exploration.

It is clear to me now that I have a long way to go and much to learn.  The initial learning curve has been high and having been down to 12 isk at one point and failing to make anything I had thought my luck had ran out.  Times have changed however and now for me the future is brightening.

Once I have my Rifter fitted I am hoping to see a big change in my fortunes.  We shall see.

For now I remain hidden from my fellow Pod Pilots.  I skulk around hiding in deadspace pockets feeding on the entrails of lunatics and criminals.