I am a carebear. More than that, I am a high-sec carebear. But even more than that, I am an Eve blogger. As such, there is a certain trust between myself and my reader. The trust is simple. Without it, anything I say could be held up to the light and found to be as thin, as substantive as a sheet of cotton candy and just as likely to dissolve in a light rain. What is this trust? Jester has it in spades. No, it's not the ability to write blog posts while asleep. It is the expertise to backup what what I write with experience. They trust I am an authority on that.
I am an authority on high-sec industry. I have mined. I have manufactured T2 items. I have run PI until my mouse button was worn through. I have made profit on all those things. And I have done it with little or no risk. Therein lies the problem. So long as I write about how to do high-sec industrialism, I am trustworthy. If you dispute what I say, it is merely opinion versus opinion. It is when I write about industry beyond the borders of empire space that I am on less sure footing. If I wonder to myself, "do I really know what I'm talking about," then certainly my readers must also ask this question.
So during the Goonswarm war, when these feelings were at their height, I resolved to do something about it. Because of that war, I made some friends. Those friends were key to helping me convert my resolution into action. Without them, I could not accomplish what I wanted to do. I wanted to leave high-sec and put my money (and my implants) where my mouth was.
From my many contacts, two solid offers came my way. Both of them would allow me to move Mabrick Mining and Manufacturing to a new system far beyond the control of CONCORD. The first gracious offer was for the corporation to take up residence in Providence. There was a system there that needed industrialized, and my new friends down there thought MABMM would be a good candidate corporation. We would have been neutrals in a NRDS area, but that was acceptable to me. The object was for Mabrick to learn and learn I would have had to do fast down there.
Then the Delve war happened. Querious fell. Catch seemed to be next on the menu. The corporation that offered to sponsor MABMM's occupation of the null-sec system in question decided to find greener pastures. They had been disaffected for some time, long before the events in Delve began. I was warned that this was a possibility and so the plan collapsed. I wish them good fortune in their new haunts and I know they are happier for the move.
Fortunately for MABMM, there was another option. While working out the details though, things within MABMM started to deteriorate. A few posts back I held up my own family as examples of whether the sandbox of Eve Online is a help or a hindrance. In that post I predicted that my pacifist brother might not stay in New Eden. That prediction has unfortunately come true. That left me with only two corp-mates. Of the two, only one is currently able to play. The other no longer has the means thanks to a very hot day and a puff of blue smoke from his laptop. It will likely be some months before my son can join me again.
Those events made the plan we were formulating impossible for the time being. It takes at least three to comfortably pull it off. Only a fool would attempt it alone and, though I have been called one on this blog, I am no fool. A single person cannot run a large POS by themselves.
So we altered the plan. This will work out much better in fact. It will give me time to learn a few things that are critical to the future success of MABMM. It also gives me a chance to not worry about my big mouth getting the fourth person in MABMM, the one who can still play, war-decced. He is a noob after all, and with less than five million SP prefers the safety of high-sec industrialism to where I am going.
Yes, Mabrick has left Mabrick Mining and Manufacturing. I have turned the CEO position over to my trusted friend Kao Jai. During my absence, I know he will continue to run MABMM well and profitably. I certainly left them with enough of a grubstake to see that happens.
I myself have joined a new corporation: Hiigaran Bounty Hunters Inc. I am joining Capt. TurAmarth ElRandir and his clan in their class three wormhole. I will spent time with these wormhole veterans learning how to live there; learning how to run a business there; learning how to make a profit there. The resources are vast. The profit potential is great. The risk is tremendous. I have already suffered my first loss thanks to a Tengu and a Sleipner, but I am undaunted.
So begins Mabrick's journey to become more authoritative in what he writes. I already know life in a wormhole is dangerous. I know it is an unforgiving expanse. I know I will have to defend my new corp-mates and our home with every ounce of my ability. I know what must happen. I have to grow sharper claws.