EVE General Discussion

Both F-Y and 9UY are important systems for CVA and Providence. :P

I wonder where your travels will take you next!

All i know is I head CVA and "proper fleet" in the same sentence and I about died laughing.

I accept your offer for me to come along and photograph your 'proper' fleet. Just let me know which system is best and I will make my leisurely way over there.

Oh, I'll also need a picture of your station!

I think I never had such an awesome reading from "a newb" than yours.


Being an Eve nerd despite me I can't get out this little idea in the corner of my brain telling me "another alt posting" but, the but in the butter, everyone starts his Eve adventure as he wants it to be, so I like the idea of the true "tourist" with a gigantic chance ass hole not getting that much scrubs on his way as I knowing a little bet Eve does (because I'm lazy but I don't want to dmit it publicly...crap!)


I just bm this thread, it's just so awesome, thank you very much. Cya soon buddy.

I had to venture in the void so long that i had found myself made of void. I have seen the face of void, my face, and i have listened to its music, my voice. The eye of the void is my eye.

Link your blog man

Nice see you in GE-8JV .... I hope to see our group photo on this forum soon!!

Part 5: Access denied!

After the last of the mighty CVA fleet warped off I found myself alone. I was floating outside a huge space station constructed with the labour of hundreds of pilots, an exercise in phenomenal dedication, resources and planning; what's more, there are hundreds of these all over New Eden. What did I have? A shuttle, a camera and not a clue where I was going. Never have I felt so small, unimportant and insignificant.

Not that feelings of inadequacy should prevent my surge across the ether! I fired up my map and was about to pick a system at random to visit when I noticed this:
Message from the ether

Was this the hand of some god? A message beamed across the wide expanse of space? Or was it a malfunction and I'd end up visiting another vicious gatecamp? I did the only sensible thing and began my longest trek yet; an eye watering 47 jumps.

It was 12 jumps later when I ran into the gatecamp. Don't panic though, I had learned from my previous experience that clever words alone would not sway such heartless vagabonds, I needed something real, something tangible, something that would both say “You're not allowed to hurt me” and “Don't you dare hurt me”. I brought my passport.
An even better master plan

Who would dare defy the authority of the New Eden travel board and attack someone with a legitimate passport on legitimate peaceful travels? I decided that in the eventuality that it did happen I would open with over confidence, following up with stark indignation in case they started shooting.

These guys have no respect for proper documentation apparently – I put the plan into action:
Evil vagabonds

Fortunately, I did not forget to photograph my corpse this time, so here it is, for your viewing pleasure. It is also a fantastic view of my anus:
My anus

I would not have it said that Twoflower Octiron ignores obvious signs of divine intervention and cowers in a station because of a mere podding, so I cunningly avoided the system of my demise and set off on the now 52 jump journey. I had developed a brilliant strategy regarding my clone, as I moved through CVA space I moved my clone when I docked, by repeating this over the course of the 52 jumps I would have less distance to travel if I got brutally murdered! What could possibly go wrong?

Of all the potential catastrophes that I had envisaged, meeting this man was not one of them:
A strange conversation

He appears to be a time traveling black hole collector, or suffering from radiation sickness from the sun. Or perhaps he is altogether lying and is in fact, hiding something. I invited my new friend, Ora, to the sun so that we could have a picture together to commemorate our little chat, he turned up in covert ops ship and quickly disappeared again. Thinking this was some practical joke involving his cloaking device, sneaking up on me and shouting boo, I sat back in my shuttle and giggled away to myself. After 5 minutes it became obvious that Ora was not in fact sneaking up on me and when I inquired he informed me he had gone to a relic site.

I thrust my embarrassment at giggling to myself aside as a relic site sounded cool, dangerous, exciting and cool and I just had to go there and find out what one was. I could use the knowledge given to me by Cryogenic Amatin and informed my new adventure companion that we could form a fleet and I would warp to him.

This is a relic site:
Abandoned trash

Apparently the aim of the game is to hunt through the floating junk and crack open a few containers which then vomit their contents out into space and you have to grab it as fast as you can. I attempted to help Ora but was utterly useless.
Desperately chasing abandoned trash

Though I did notice something which made me giggle uncontrollably causing my shuttle to rock in a most suggestive manner; this was the space of Against All Authorities. Now, at the time I had made a small mistake and had wrongly attributed my previous podding to the guns of Against All Authorities (when it had in fact been The Kadeshi). Putting small injustices aside, I was also morally opposed to their hostile stance against all forms of authority, as I was a tourist under the wing of the New Eden tourist board I felt personally victimised. Thus I found it most pleasing that Ora was here, stealing from their relic site. Though, I keep a public face of total neutrality of course.

I thanked Ora for showing me around the relic site and giving me insight into what a lone, new player could get up to in this hostile environment. I bid him farewell and promised to keep him updated on my quest. I had to move on because I had a more pressing issue. Yet another catastrophe had struck!
Access denied!

Apparently the station didn't like me, my corporation or my alliance. As an unaffiliated tourist I was without a corporation or alliance, that meant that they specifically did not like me. They hadn't even met me and had decided that I, specifically me, was not allowed to dock there. Is Nexus command possibly the least welcoming place in the entirety of the universe? This took my plans of clone jumping, scrunched them up, stamped on them, set them on fire and then put the ashes in 100 cargo containers before jettisoning them into 100 random wormholes before chucking a bomb in afterwards for good measure.

I could only hope that my divine quest to the bottom of the map would yield some answers; for every jump I went, the further from my clone I would be. I was shortly to find out that there was no docking to be had for a tourist outside of CVA space.

Loving every single moment of your adventure!

I saw Twoflower flying through space the other day :-)

I am enjoying the read.