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People I’d Like to Meet

It’s Christmas EvE here… OK that was unexpected… Christmas Eve here and have just exchanged holiday greetings with Hermit. Kind of putting off wrapping of presents coz there is a truck ton of them to do.

And a truck ton of wrapping necessitates a truck ton of procrastination imho. Especially given the carefully crafted wrapping gets annihilated  within .5 of a second once in the grasp of its recipient…

Ahem. Anyways, and with procrastination dialled up to 11, I was thinking about the various people in game that I’d really like to meet in RL. If I’m very careful, and my employment situation remains stable, I have a chance to make Fanfest in 2018 in my 10th year of playing EvE.

These people in one way or another have been part of the community I’ve engaged with. Sometimes as a silent consumer to be fair. But still, interesting folks in any case imho, and it would be grand if RL conspired to allow it to happen at FF.

In no particular order:

EvE Hermit – at least we live in the same hemisphere 🙂

Mynxee – yes you, Great Lady. Enjoy the fireworks.

Ashterothi and the crew at Hydrostatic Podcast

Random McNally and the crew at High Drag

Apothne (hulll tinkerrrrrrrr!) and the rest of the AT commentary team.

Roc Wieler – The Colonel and I agree about many things, others that might require a considerable amount of discussion just to find out we agree about many things… 🙂

Neville Smit – a man whose brain I would love to pick. No not for the transneural skill packets… honestly…

CCP Seagull – if for no other reason than a chance to say Thank You.

Turamarth – Builder of soapboxes, holder of opinions, and a good man.


Now I know I’ve missed people and that it’s going to bug me. I have a fairly extensive subscription list, and while it would be wonderful to meet all of you, I just CBA typing everyone’s names out right now.

In any case, this is a small thanks from me for your contributions to the community as a whole, and a chance to wish you all a very Merry Christmas.


Travel Safe,







Not today

So… a few days after posting the rattler fit, I was having a drink or two and thinking about logging in. Checked the blog and noticed a spike in hits from Germany.

Not that I have a huge readership by any means, but it was statistically significant enough for it to stick out by the proverbials.

Now I have one of those kind of brains that sucks up information that others don’t necessarily care to notice. It gets filed away somewhere, and when something else happens it gets instantly correlated against the random crapola stored up in there.

To give you an example, I notice pretty much instantly when a co-worker has had a haircut or shave. New glasses, etc. Have had comments in the past from people saying they’ve been walking around for a week and I’ve been the only one who has said anything.

Likewise with friends I haven’t seen in a while. Useful in the job I do, but that’s a story for another time perhaps. I don’t navigate by street names either and can recognize people at a distance by general shape and certainly by the way they walk.

I’m a visual creature I guess. Ironic given I was an short sighted and not diagnosed for many years as a child. Coping mechanism developed whatever this is at a guess.

So there is me going, OK Germany when I logged in. Even slightly on the tipsy side, the old spidey sense started tingling. Local was rather a bit higher than normal, and with a lot fewer regular names about.

So I started scrolling through. NPC corp. NPC corp. NPC corp. NPC corp. Hmmmm, said I. Lets check the bio. James315. James 315. James 315.

And the old brain did a rapid calculation:

Alcohol + expensive fit recently posted + unusual viewership pattern + local spike + NPC corps + James315 (who I have crossed paths with once before) = no sir, I really don’t think so.

Did I undock? Nope. Not today.

To be fair, I have been looking at other corps to throw an alt (or potentially all of them) in to, so spent my time talking in public channels to various peeps.

My time wasn’t wasted, and if the enemy was blueballed as part of that process, then who am I to complain 🙂


Fly smart,



Awesome Viewing

Hi All,


I’d not have thought faction warfare would provide some of the best video out there, but this is extremely well done.

I’ve watched a majority of the Viking Duffo series. Cool music, great production and balls of steel flying. Picked the Rattlesnake because of posting, but they’re all well worth a watch.

Keep your eyes open too, there are some seriously cool fits and ways to use them. Lets just say how effective the Gnosis was surprised the hell out of me 🙂




OK – I’m running around with the following fit. There are also two sets of stats, one live and one EFT warrior just to give the overall potential for this beastie. And believe you me, it is very much a beast…


5x Rapid Heavy Missile Launcher II

1x Utility High slot (drone link aug)


1x Gist-X MWD

2x Pith C-Type Invulnerability Fields

3x Caldari Navy Large Shield Extender

1x Mission specific hardener (or Pith C-Type EM Ward Amplifier for omni)


1x Damage Control

2x Sentient Drone Damage Amplifiers

3x CN Ballistic Controls


3x Large Core Defense Shield Extender IIs


2x Augmented Wasps, 5x light drones to taste, 2x Warden IIs


Resists in game 82 EM, 79 Therm, 84 Kin, 87 Explosive. 256k EHP. 45k shields with a passive recharge of 60 per second. DPS is 732 from the wasps and 805 from the RHML using cal navy scourge. 1537 DPS while not reloading.

As far as this fit goes, I am not using any specific implants that affect either shields or missile skills. If you want to use genolutions for example and the 5% skill implants you can easily push 1640 using cal navy ammo and almost 1800 using rage.

If you fit specifically for  kinetic using a Pith-C hardener under these circumstances 520k EHP vs kin with a defense of 628 is possible.

While not gank proof, the cost for doing so is pretty prohibitive and you’ll notice that (apart from the MWD) most of the kit is high end, but not bleeding edge to dissuade attackers.


Use: well, warp in and start killing. The rattler has good damage application out to 62km with missiles and with an explosion velocity of 127 and an explosion radius of 100, it eats most frigates and cruisers for breakfast. Your missiles are your primary means of getting rid of them. BCs also melt fairly quickly. Battle ships really require the drones on them as well to take out fast.

The cycle time on the launchers is very quick (they’re not kidding when they say rapid), so don’t be surprised if you chew through the ammo or launch unnecessary volleys, but it isn’t overly expensive LP/Isk wise to convert to faction.

With a low alpha though it’s more like using a high pressure hose than whacking something with a baseball bat. The wardens are there to take out targets close to the edge of your targeting range, and where travel time for the wasps is excessive.

The MWD is really there to ensure quick travel time between gates and to get you close to target quickly. It’s so slow and ponderous that it takes a couple of cycles to get up to speed, but it’s OK for use at over 900m/s.

Now, I can hear people muttering about the cycle time for the launchers. Yep. 35 seconds. But as far as mission running goes, this isn’t much of an issue, especially when one reloads when traveling to gate or getting into range of different NPC groups. Manage it well, and it’s not a problem.

Your tank is sufficient that this fit is extraordinarily forgiving, and with the launchers being so good at taking out frigates, being webbed/scrammed is not a concern. The only issue I can really see with it is the fact that the hull has a bonus for kin and therm damage only. Not a major.

Right now, the price point makes this hull a bargain imho, and with the heavy missile skill being a great intermediary for low to mid skill level players, it is an easy step up from cruiser/BC hulls. Even T2 fit, this ship is extremely good for mission running.

Good range, great application, and with a really good tank to enable you to get out of dodge if you really muck it up, there is a lot to like. Butt ugly it may be, effective it undeniably is.

One addendum to all this, I have nearly max skills with only heavy missile skill spec V to complete (about 3 days away). Due to it requiring good skills in two racial battleship hulls and two weapon systems, I’d consider it fairly skill intensive to get the best performance out of it.






Three Percent

Hi All,

Forgive the rambling, but I’m going to touch on a number of points this post.

Had a squeaky moment this evening with my noctis pilot. Didn’t count the number of spawns in Enemies About (part 5) and had 3 Darkanas plus a bunch of frigates warp in at 20km.

Did they target my battleship? Oh no. I wouldn’t be so lucky. Instead, my poor noctis got hammered. They blasted through my shields, ripped off the amour, and with hull rapidly disappearing, warp finally kicked in.

3% structure left. All I’ll say is thank god for thermodynamics (and shield boosters). Phew…

So, and given my very casual play time at present, I have come to the conclusion that I’m really a missioneer. Oh, I’ve dabbled in a number of other things, mostly exploration. But until they stop fiddling around with the interface, I’m not going to spend the time relearning it. In all honesty, so far I prefer the old probe re-sizing/ re-positioning method.

So, missioning. One thing I really enjoy is figuring out what I consider to be optimal fits for the hulls I tend to fly, and test them against the NPCs.

So far it doesn’t seem to matter what I fly, about 10 million per tick is about what I can regularly achieve. Doesn’t matter if it’s guns, or missiles. 10 mil provided the mission rats have a high enough bounty.

Scarlet can pay out 16 to 20 mil per tick if you’re fast enough, but that is an exceptional mission as far as payout go. I’m just counting bounties by the way, not mission rewards or LP payouts.

Now, I have been playing around with two new hulls and have been very pleased with both. The Rattlesnake has a stupidly good tank and almost seems to be easy mode. I’m pushing a combined total of 1500 dps with this beastie… with no missile implants in whatsoever. 1800 may be doable. A buffer tank in the well over 200k area means I’ve never gone below half shields in any mission ever, despite mucking up now and again.

The Navy Raven is turning out to be a lot of fun. I love the alpha this thing puts out. Megathrons gone in two volleys. Navy Orions usually pop on about four, but with the right combination of kit and implants, this will also one shot cruiser and battlecruiser hulls.

I haven’t even tried T2 ammo with it yet, but EFT indicates a 10k volley is entirely possible. Oh yes. Torp ravens are a thing 🙂

If you like, I’ll post the fits being used. Drop a comment if you do.

PCU count. I saw the PCU hit 30k the other day. Very glad to see it. Couple that with the knowledge that 60% of players are single accounts, and that it is very rare for a person to have 4 or more subs, perhaps the doomsayers can have a wee rest for a bit?

Lastly, I have spent a little time lurking in recruitment channels for various corps and have some advice for any recruiters out there: wake your people up.

My experiences to date have really been a case of saying hi and then watching the tumble weeds go by. I’ll try maybe three or four times at different times of different days and then give it a way. It’s really not a good look.

Thats it for now. RL has been extraordinarily busy (moved and helped two others move house all in the space of three weeks – working full days after two consecutive nightshifts and about 6 hours sleep each day is NOT advisable).

Fly Smart,





Back In Black – Part 2

Anger. Anger and frustration raged in multi-synaptic circles as the capsuleer held, in a cooler more logical part of her brain, queued commands waiting for the ship link to restore. She always hardwired in an emergency warp maneuver to whichever ship she owned that triggered in event of catastrophic failure, and now she waited to unleash the recovery programs.

The loss of communication with the capsule should have flung the ship randomly through space, though there were a number of concerns the pilot had. She could not recall any scramming frigates in the area. She knew that damage control and the reactive armor hardener were operational and adjusting the defenses to repel more and more damage over time.

Running back through her cyber enhanced memories of ship and target status, the one thing she could not be sure of was if the armor repair systems had been engaged when the anomaly hit. All systems would down power automatically without control, but that process took time, potentially giving the ship a last few precious seconds of active defenses, and a final, singular repair cycle.

If, and only if, it had been active when the anomaly hit. The ship would have warped if it was not scrammed. The ship would have survived if the defenses remained active long enough. If she was moving at a velocity and vector to coast her away from danger.

If. If. If. A terrible word at the best of times. Worse, when you’re a cybernetically enhanced, post human, capable of discreet sensory input at the micro-second range. Worse still, when you’re also locked out of all command systems, and every instinct is screaming for you to act.

Finally, suddenly, information. The capsuleer absorbed a massive packet of backed up data, but immediately looked to the engineering systems. Power was life, all else, detail. The capacitor banks were nearly at full, but most importantly, there were more than three. Three bars were an indicator of direct power feed from her capsule only, a sign of ship and crew death.

Structural warnings had sounded, and the right rear nacelle showed significant damage, though mostly surface. The ship then was operational, and with the nanite repair arrays glowing with heat as they worked with capacity, tore back through space toward the Guristas.

She spared a moment to check on the crew. No injuries had been reported, but several were showing signs of stress and significantly elevated cortisol levels. For follow up later. Oleson, her chief engineer, bless him, had the same heart rate as before the anomaly hit.

Then she focused. Willpower, intent, every mental resource brought to bear. Had it been fueled by anger, murderous would have been a good description. The capsuleer had been spoiled by this ship, and by her standards had become lax. Sloppy. Inefficient.

Almost…. human.

No more. It had nearly cost her ship and crew. As the terrible efficiency of the commands became apparent, the joy it such a close survival dissipated, and a frisson of fear moved through the ship. The crew had never seen her like this, not even at her worst.

And a whisper traveled across the comm net:


Two days later

The capsuleer stood in the manufactory enclave as they spooled up at her mental command. She waited as the hellish glow sputtered before roaring into full life. The power drain from ten of them would draw attention. What she was building would draw more.

She estimated no more than two minutes before a representative from the Sukuvestaa corporation would come running through the door. Already her comms unit was pinging urgent requests. She ignored them. They would want personal confirmation anyway.

As the ambient light traveled through up red spectra into orange, a priority override caused the door behind her to open.

She turned at the sound of a throat being cleared, and with inhuman precision turned and handed a data chip to the Sukuvestaa rep as she walked out the door.

Barely sparing him a glance she said “The order is confirmed”.

The rep called after her “But, but that’s a million units! A million units of Caldari Navy Anti-matter…!”

As she walked the short distance to the docking bay she considered the mans tone and concern.

A million units.

She did not think it too many….


Back In Black – Part 1

“Son of a corpless bankrupt” snarled the capsuleer under her breath.

The slight Achura woman wasn’t one much for displays of emotion, but frustration boiled over when the sub space anomaly hit. She’d head theories about quantum locking due to a buildup of charged particles over multiple warps. The truth of it though was that no one really knew what caused it, and it almost always ended in the loss of a ship.

No modules could be activated, and those already in operation would appear to continue to work – to no discernible affect. Those outside the bubble weren’t affected, and would gleefully rain fire down on the stricken ship.

She had just launched two gecko class super heavy drones when things went awry. Smashing her way through a phalanx of dire pith cruisers, she thought she caught an unusual spike of polarized light from her sensor feed, a precursor to the inevitable and total loss of all external data.

She had had the ship some for time, but had never been quite happy with the synergies between equipment and hull. It was subtly different in a number of ways despite it being nearly identical in shape, and she had just spent a reasonable sum of ISK working to maximize it. This, essentially, was its maiden voyage under her command.

And the ship had performed. Extra-ordinarily well. If the Angel was a scalpel, this was an overgrown chainsaw. Shorter locking range, but higher scan resolution. Slightly slower, but more agile. And with sufficient energy regeneration to power all systems for considerably longer.

The primary difference, apart from the need to restock ammunition with disturbing regularity, was the increased energy release at point of weapon impact. Nearly 50% greater, which more than made up for the lesser amount of drone command frequencies.. Surprising given it sported only one additional hard point.

Raw damage output was considerable, so application for each salvo was the primary consideration. A metastatis rig, tracking computer and a target painter combined to make sure the pain arrived cleanly and with all due prejudice, though even the capsuleer was surprised at one shotting a destroyer orbiting at 15km. Salvador Sarparti, she supposed, was well pleased with his engineers and scientists.

And yet, none of it mattered. Not now, stuck in the grip of the anomaly. Nothing responded. No command, no back door, not even a last, desperate sub-layer comms hack worked . Then all sensors died, leaving the capsuleer staring, helplessly, into the black….


P.S Socket Closed….

P.P.S I thought our internet was very ordinary data access, but my flatmate suggests it is very often down altogether…