The Eve Online 0.0 Experiment - Post 064 - Lagging Behind The Enemy
Word had been sent by astral carrier-pigeon that a violent and historic battle was about to take place in GQ2S-8, in ASCN space.
The "Band Of Brothers" alliance had declared war on ASCN and were currently attempting to take control of the station in that system. I jumped down to the Love Shack and hurriedly plotted a 16-jump course to reach the target system.
As I was travelling down there, my thoughts turned to the sheer depth of the universe that I was very much enjoying exploring.
Upon looking at the list of alliances on the map, I noted that there were at least 20 of them that I had not yet heard of! Perhaps I was not as wise and as travelled as I had first n00bishly thought.
I nervously jumped into the system adjacent to the war-zone:
I was pleased to see ShuPac again, whom I had previously had the pleasure of meeting when I flew around my first ever complex at the bottom of the universe, and I then spent some time talking with the brave and fearsome pilots in local.
I then met a noble Band Of Brothers pilot:
Like the credit card bills of a shop-a-holic, the number of pilots in local continually increased, and just as I was deciding whether to jump into the warzone yet, I was invited into an "allied" gang that was forming.
After approximately 60 people joined, I re-named my ship ***NEUTRAL OBSERVER*** and we headed to the foreboding and fearsome gates of hell:
Surprisingly, there appeared to be an excitement-shattering traffic jam, and we had to twiddle our thumbs for 3 minutes, after which, and like most software running on windows likes doing, the game promptly crashed and chucked everyone out.
30 minutes later, after briefly getting back in and finding that it instantly crashed again, I now found myself in a random place in the warzone, and quickly fled to the station in a very bold and heroic manner.
For the next hour or so I sat in Local wondering what was going on, as both sides were desperately trying to regroup. Eventually, I was contacted by "Chedburn" whom I had met several times previously during my visits to ASCN, and I took the opportunity to ask him what had happened to the gang:
Unfortunately, it had then been decided that I could not get back in, and the next day an Evemail was sent to ASCN members explaining that during times of war I should not be invited into their gangs for security reasons.
This was entirely sensible and understandable. After all, as Ched had said, they were fighting for their very existence, and the last thing they needed was a man flying around wildly in a shuttle, distracting them from the task at hand. In times of war it is quite rightly necessary to tighten security.
The war had been something of a let-down, so I decided to do something different entirely and I set off to "Inflatable House" to do some investigation into how I would go about using my blueprints to manufacture some thrilling items.
Upon arrival, I met a very friendly pilot called Winter Star, who informed me that she was a member of a brand new alliance:
The Volition Cult had been around as friends for a long time but had only just got together as an alliance. I had previously enjoyed meeting some of the members of the Sylph Alliance and it was nice to learn about yet more new people, and their lofty goals of success in this enchanting world.
I then encountered a pilot who would most definitely not be out of place fighting alongside Strongy Strong and Tighty Tight:
It was then that something explosively frightening was set to adrenalin-thumpingly happen...
(to be continued...)