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Saturday, October 15, 2011

Eve is beautiful... still.

Not much was going on in the ol' home system last night. The only thing revealed by Peeping Tom was an unstable wormhole. Being as I had some time to kill I figured I'd check it out.
The stellar catalog listed this particular wormhole as leading to a class 2 system. It would be occupied. I'd not found a class 1 or class 2 that wasn't. Still, curiosity being what it is, I jumped through the wormhole.

A quick d-scan showed a Mammoth somewhere not close and a small fortune in POS defensive gear. Someone was evidently more than a little paranoid. I moved out under cloak to investigate. That's when I noticed something odd. My max velocity under cloak was considerably faster in this wormhole system

I immediately looked up from my instruments and scanned the system with my naked eyes. It's something that a capsuleer can fall out of the habit of doing. We are so used to perceiving New Eden through our instruments, because they do give a much fuller idea of what's out there, that we forget to use our own eyes sometimes. We can miss a lot if we don't.
It was the first Black Hole I'd ever seen. Coruscating waves of matter fell toward the event horizon at speeds nearing C. As each particle fell to its doom, it screamed its death-rage in a vibrant panoply of sometimes clashing brilliance. Staring at it, my eyes soon began to water. I'd like to believe it was because of the sensory overload they received from the energy-liberation happening in front of them - but that's probably not entirely accurate.

I don't know how long I stared at the Black Hole. Nothing on my instrument panel alerted me to any danger. I remained cloaked, hurtling through the void and oblivious to the concerns of men or machines. Eventually, reluctantly, I pulled my eyes down to my instruments once more. There was a POS to locate.

The system was fairly large - at least 30 AU. I didn't want to pop probes so I d-scanned each planet separately. I eventually located the POS orbiting the seventh moon of the seventh planet. Not just paranoid, but superstitious as well it seemed.
I wonder how many defenses are enough when I see something like this. Obviously this corporation intended to keep their investments safe. There were no active pilots within the force field. The Mammoth on d-scan was also not inside the force field. It didn't matter. I had business to attend too. I warped back to the wormhole and returned home.

I docked, transferred to Keiko and headed for Oursulaert. I had just undocked when I received a communication request. As I aligned for my first gate, I looked up the pilot's employment record and bio. I'm a busy carebear and don't waste my time with idle chit-chat typically. It also assures that I won't have to listen to banal flim-flam.

This pilot had been placed in a pod less than 2 weeks ago. Even if he'd already learned the art of a New Eden con, I doubt he'd get very far. I've been around the system a few times. I accepted the request on the off chance that it was truly someone wishing to just introduce themselves and say hello.

It's nice when rewards come.

[ 2011.10.15 02:01:43 ] Apostic-fire > Well just notice our home was the same place and we both have a one member corp lol
[ 2011.10.15 02:01:48 ] Apostic-fire > thought Id say hey
[ 2011.10.15 02:02:02 ] Mabrick > LOL. Hello!
[ 2011.10.15 02:02:18 ] Apostic-fire > You mine and make, I want to build and fight, so if you ever need a little crusier escort just holla
[ 2011.10.15 02:02:57 ] Apostic-fire > Scince we like the same hole, maybe we could go into an alliance or somethin, after we get to know each other a bit
I spent the rest of my run to Oursulaert and back getting to know a bright new capsuleer. I'm taking his offer seriously. I could boost his mining operations considerably with Keiko. It's what he was designed to do after all. It's what I was designed to do come to think of it.

Fly careful.

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