Worse traffic than the East L.A. Interchange.

Perimeter jumpgate, Jita system, Kimotoro constellation, The Forge, Caldari State:

Erbo always hated coming out to Jita…it was so crowded with capsuleers of all stripes, and hence slow to get through even on a calm day.  And Caldari space tended to give him the willies anyhow.  But some things–like the Sisters probe gear he needed for his new covert ops ship–could be found nowhere else, at least not for prices approaching any rational definition of “reasonable.”

He aimed Bye Bye Beautiful at the Caldari Navy assembly plant circling the fourth moon of Jita IV, and engaged the warp drive.  The new ship surged with energy; she was freshly assembled and fitted in the Amarr stations, save for the critical probe launcher and probes.  In mere moments, the massive station bulk came into view.

It's gonna be tough to find a parking space...

“Docking control, this is Rho Alpha Delta flight Sierra-41, Bye Bye Beautiful, requesting permission to dock,” said Erbo into the communicator.

“Rho Alpha Delta Sierra four one, this is Jita four-four Caldari Navy Docking Control,” came the response. “Your docking request has been received.  You are number twenty-four in line for docking.  Hold on approach vector Charlie-eight and stand by for ‘clear’ signal.”

“Rho Alpha Delta Sierra-41, on Charlie-eight vector, standing by,” acknowledged Erbo, the coordinates feeding into his maneuvering computer.  He sensed, rather than felt, the ship precessing onto its new path,the fluidic suspension of his pod protecting him from the inertial changes.

The local communications band seethed with fragments of conversations as he tuned in.  People were advertising all kinds of exotic hardware for sale…though Erbo strongly suspected that nine out of ten of those sales offers would turn out to be scams.  Maybe ninety-nine out of a hundred.  Then, too, there was the usual amount of blather, smack-talking, and general static you heard in any trade hub system, albeit in greater volume.

“Sierra four one, Docking Control, clear for docking,” came the sudden order over the traffic control channel.  Erbo quickly angled Bye Bye Beautiful in towards the maw of the docking bay, letting the tractor beams grab the ship and maneuver it to a docking slot inside.  While they were doing that, he punched up a terminal display, checking for open sales contracts on Sisters probe gear.  He ended up accepting one contract for the launcher, and a pair of contracts for Sisters scanner probes, at just over fifty million ISK for all three.  The station technicians who arrived to fit the probe launcher to Bye Bye Beautiful scowled at the Gallente-designed Helios hull, but worked with reasonable dispatch in mounting the launcher.  Erbo had it filled with probes, and the remaining probes loaded to the small cargo bay of the ship.

Good thing I have collision damage waiver!

After completing the necessary formalities with Docking Control, Bye Bye Beautiful launched into the void, in the midst of a flotilla of traffic.  Erbo had to do some careful piloting to dodge everything from Iterons to freighters to battleships and cruisers, in order to get to space clear enough to initiate the warp drive.  Once or twice, he was tempted to slap on the cloak, but the ships around him would probably have destabilized it before he could fade out.

Finally, he gave the order to go into warp, back to the Perimeter gate.  From there, it was about a dozen jumps back to Jarzalad, where he would offload some of those probes before proceeding to the Ralpha Dogs’ new mining base with the new ship.

“Goodbye, Jita,” he muttered to himself, “lovely paradise for the manic-depressive.”

Well, it’s been a while, but recently the Ralpha Dogs have been on the move again, accumulating more ore and stockpiling more minerals.  This past weekend, we were hanging around the station when a message came over local, asking if anyone wanted a large exploration belt with jaspet, kernite, and omber.  None of us replied…but I hopped into Amaranth and went out and scanned the system.  Between my probe skills and Amaranth’s Sisters probe gear, that didn’t take long; I managed to find it myself.

We mined that belt for three days, eventually clearing it out.  I did the actual mining in Tourmaline King, with Selena providing Orca support in Jupiter and Fanchon riding security in Dagger.  (Both Ad’al and EJ helped out as they could, too.)  The following evening, I found another hidden belt in the same system (after Selena had putzed around a bit in I Can See For Miles trying to lock down the location), and we cleared it of a few jaspet rocks.

I have no idea if this is due to CCP’s “Unholy Rage” program to kill off the macro-miners and ISK farmers, but this is some of the best mining I’ve seen in that system in a long time.  Thanks to whoever unknowingly tipped us off about that first belt, we pulled in enough ore to fill up the Tuomas Holopainen over halfway as I transported it out to be refined at our manufacturing base.

Moral of the story: Sometimes, an opportunity can come your way at any time.  Be ready for it.

Regretfully, I am unable to participate in this month’s EVE Blog Banter as sponsored by CrazyKinux.  Due to extensive issues and commitments in real life and elsewhere, I have been unable to conduct the research that would be required to produce a Blog Banter entry within the required timeframe.  I apologize for the inconvenience, and hope to rejoin the Blog Banter crew next month.

- Erbo Evans, Abbot, Rho Alpha Delta

This is Fanchon

Fanchon Sihu is the newest member of the Ralpha Dogs and this is her story, so be prepared for a lengthy read and hope you enjoy!  Now on with the story of Fanchon Sihu and how she came to be a member of the Ralpha Dogs.

Fanchon Sihu was born of the Minmatar Slave Children, but she does not know who her parents are.  She had been spirited out of the slave colony that she had been born into when she was a baby and taken to the Minmatar Republic to be raised by foster families.

Fanchon was raised by a number of different foster parents and families.  She was never in one place too long, especially when battles broke out between the Amarr and the Minmatar.  There was one time, when she had just come of age, that the ship caravan she and many others were on came under attack.  The children not just of her age, but of other ages as well, were stashed in escape pods on all the ships to be jettisoned to safety if something were to happen.  This was to keep the children from being taken and forced into slavery and into breeding camps like animals.  The males would be sent to the work force, and the females to breeding facilities.  The unthinkable happened, and all the pods were jettisoned at once.  The pods had been set to autopilot to travel too different areas around New Eden and the Minmatar space.

Fanchon and the few little children watched with sad eyes as the ships they were on were taken down one by one, until the pods went into warp drive and the ships could no longer be seen.  The smaller children started crying as their family and parents get blown into space dust, so Fanchon gathered the small children around her to comfort them as their escape pod traveled to its designated destination that had been pre-programmed into its memory.  She sang comforting songs and told them stories to help keep all their minds preoccupied with other then what they had seen happen.

Their escape pod reached its destination located in Metropolis, more specifically in Vilur on one of its planets.  The escape pod that Fanchon and the younger children were in landed safely on one of the planets, and as the pod doors opened, they were all greeted by family and friends; even some of the children’s parents survived, and made it safely to the same planets as all the children did.

Fanchon stood back while the children were taken too their new homes, by family or friends.  She had no one too call family, for she didn’t know who her family were, so she moved off to sit somewhere and listened to the laughter and cheers of the children and their small families.  Little did Fanchon know that she was being watched by a man, who would turn out later to be her half-brother, who was older then her by at least 5 years.

Pierre watched Fanchon from a distance as his father explained to him over the private comlink, that he had a baby sister who is half Minmatar.  His father described what she looked like, and Pierre smiled gently and told his father that Fanchon had been found.  His dad sighed, and gave instructions to find her a place to live and to help her get her education done.  Pierre agreed, and soon made a few calls, and soon a place was setup and word was sent to Fanchon, that a friend of one of her foster parents, had set up a living place for her to live.

Fanchon was surprised, and asked what she must do.  The instructions were simple; to finish her education, and then to go off to a university to get herself a higher education, and all else would be taken care of, such as rent, food and clothing.  Fanchon thought a moment, and then agreed to it, and her life improved, and her new life began.

Fanchon finished her education, and decided to become one of the few and proud capsuleers, so she headed to the Heimatar region and into Hulm, where she started her university education at the Republic University School to become a capsuleer.

On her graduation day, she had prepared to head off to find a job with one of the corporations that are spread all over New Eden.  She headed back to Vilur where her home is located, and started to travel around the various stations that orbited the planets or moons, and read over each corporation that is based in that station.  She ran across one corporation that she seemed to be drawn to, and that corporation is known as the ΡΑΔ, or simply put the Ralpha Dogs, so she put in her application and wss swiftly accepted into the corporation and became a proud member of the Ralpha Dogs (ΡΑΔ).

Fanchon traveled to Jarzalad to join up with the Ralpha Dogs, and wss soon deep into work and continuing her education and learning to fly all the ships and learning how to use the different types of weapons and drones that are out in the world of New Eden.  She is now flying a ship that is of the Hurricane Class of Minmatar ships, and will continue to learn to fly the rest of the ships of the Minmatar.

HURRICANE CLASS: THE DAGGER

A sort of lull has descended over the Ralpha Dogs at the moment.  Perhaps our recent setbacks in wormhole operation have had something to do with it, perhaps there are other factors at play.  But, for whatever reason, Selena hasn’t been inclined to do much in EVE at this point, which kind of keeps me away as well, so I can do what I can to make her happy.

I wish for this nighttime to last for a lifetime...

Oh, there’ve been a few things I’ve managed to accomplish.  A friend who came along with us on a Class 2 wormhole expedition convinced us of the value of torpedo-armed stealth bombers in taking down Sleeper battleships, so I’ve been furiously training up to fly one of my own, and assembled a Nemesis, the Sleeping Sun, to hopefully do similar good things in the future.  We’ve also had discussions with the Hauling Hogs about some possible joint operations, both in mining and wormhole exploration, and I need to look at good “support cruiser/BC” setups to help with that effort.

Nonetheless, the lull is palpable, and I suspect we’re not the only ones that have troubles this time of year; summer, after all, is the season when people tend to go outside and have a good time, not stay indoors hunched over terminals to fly Internet spaceships around.  Anyone else have similar experiences?

“Well, to put it mildly, we aren’t doing much at the moment,” Selena says from her desk as she types away at the computer in the Ralpha Dogs Office.  She continues to speak as she works.

“We’ve mostly been hunting down wormholes and going into them with some of our corp to take down Sleepers.  Though that one time, we were in a wormhole while Erbo was sitting cloaked, one of our corp members was buzzing around the planets just to scan using the directional scanner on his ship, since that was the only way we could keep check for other ships.  We did notice a POS was based in this system, and that there were a couple of Retrievers and Bestowers doing a mining operation in the system.  I’m guessing that might have been their POS, but we aren’t for sure.” She finishes typing for a few and takes a drink of water before getting back to the conversation.

“All we know is that there was a POS and some ships in there.  I was minding my own business sitting near where Erbo was, though not too close to break his cloak as he scanned down anomalies within the wormhole system, when our corp mate comes over the fleet com and says he’s under attack by a player.  I took off to his aid, and got there just long enough for him to pod to safety, but in the process my Myrm got webscrambled, and I was soon under attack by the same person.  The person was in a Harbinger, and was a flashy yellow with an outlaw skull by his name.  He apparently was a pirate and was hunting down prey within the worm hole system.” She finishes typing again and sighs and takes another drink and then soon continues talking.

“Like I said, the guy was a pirate and he’d been hunting in the wormhole.  My ship and Cassius’s was not the only one he’d taken down.  He took down the Retriever and such that was also in the system.  I didn’t do much blinking, just a lot of cussing as my hull got breached and as I tried to pod out, the pirate warpscramed my pod and podded me.  That was the last thing I remember, ’cause I woke up in my clone.  I had to rebuy my implants and all just to get back up to snuff, and since that day, I’ve not quite had the feeling to go into wormhole space for a while, so I’ve been sitting around in the office here doing my own thing and taking care of paperwork and the all.  Erbo still goes out from time to time and does scan down our space and surrounding areas for possible wormholes, but there are other space anomalies out there that I join in to take down, usually the rogue drone or Sansha group.” She pauses a moment and thinks again and takes a sip of water and then speaks again, “Oh did I forget to mention that we moved ourselves back to Jarzalad.  Yep, after the catastrophe in the wormhole we packed up and came back to Jarzalad, which was close to our factory HQ, and continued seeking out and destroying what we could enemy wise.  The corporation that podded me is now on our very unliked records and is now major red to us.  Anyways, I’ll let you all go and get back to work to go interview some much more worthier person then myself.  Clear skies to you all and be safe.” She gives a smile and waves as the reporters pack up and are escorted out by security.  She breathes a sigh of relief to finally get that off her chest and then gets back to the paperwork at hand and checks for supplies and deliveries and such.

The Ralpha Dogs’ latest wormhole expedition had not gone well.  After successfully clearing two sites of Sleepers, a control systems glitch had taken Cassius and CSS Katana out of the fight in a third one, and Erbo and Selena had been forced to retreat to the rally point.  As soon as Cassius managed to regain control, he headed for the exit, as fatigue was setting in.

Suddenly, over the com channel, Cassius’ voice broke in.  “I think you’d better get out here.”

Erbo wheeled Cydonia Mensae around, setting warp coordinates for the exit wormhole.  Beside him, he could see Selena, in Mozart, doing the same thing.  The two ships streaked through space…and, as they dropped out of warp, Selena gasped.

CSS Katana was there…but the wormhole was not.  It had vanished.

. . .

A famous vessel that once found itself in a similar predicament.

“Okay, people,” said Erbo, “everybody just calm down. We knew this could happen.  That’s why I have a probe launcher on this ship.  There’s another way out of here; we just have to find it.”

He warped Cydonia Mensae over to the first planet of the system, and quickly dropped four probes.  As he set them into position, he warped to a second wormhole he’d discovered in the initial survey he’d done with Amaranth.  He hadn’t checked it earlier…but when he did now, he could see that it led in a low-security system.  Not ideal, but they might be forced to use it.

“Are we gonna have to spend the night in this system?” asked Selena.

“No, we’ll find a way out,” said Erbo.  “This wormhole, for instance, exits to lowsec.  We might be able to make it out that way.”

“I ain’t going that way!” came Selena’s response.

“It may be our only shot,” said Erbo.  “Remember your training, and you will make it back alive.  Now hang on, I’ve got to start probing.”

One by one, he patiently checked all the unknown signatures he could find, abandoning the search of a particular return every time it turned out to be a non-wormhole.  His hopes soared when another wormhole did in fact reveal itself, but it turned out only to lead to another unknown system.

Finally, he ordered the recall of his probes.  Those two wormholes were the only ways out.

“We’ll have to try the lowsec one,” he said.  “Selena, you and I will warp there first, and then you go through and see where it leads.”

. . .

Gyerzen system, Tash-Murkon region:

The wormhole flared briefly as Mozart emerged.  Selena checked her navigation system as it picked up on where she was…and blinked in surprise.

“It’s in Tash-Murkon!” she called back.  “Gyerzen system!”

Checking her star charts, as she knew Erbo would be doing, she saw that the explorers had lucked out.  Gyerzen was a “dead-end” system, with only one exit, to Dabrid, a high-security system.  From there, they could easily get to the Ralpha Dogs’ galactic headquarters at Assiad, or to either of two major bases.

“Okay,” said Erbo over the com system.  “If we just burn across the system in a straight shot, we have a chance, maybe a pretty good chance.  I’m sending Cassius through first.  Cassius, when you get through, warp straight for the gate and jump the second you arrive there.”

“Roger,” came Cassius’ voice.

“Selena, stay in position while Cassius goes through, and keep watch for any spikes in local.  I’ll remain in here until we know whether the route’s clear.”

“Acknowledged,” said Selena.

The wormhole flared again, and CSS Katana emerged.  As Selena watched, the Drake-class battlecruiser quickly lined up and streaked off into warp.  Selena kept one eye on the local communications net, watching for a sudden jump in the number of people that would mean a trap might be being laid.

“I’m through!” called Cassius.

“All right!” said Erbo.  “Cassius, find the nearest station to the jumpgate and dock up.  Selena, warp to the gate as fast as you can, then jump through quickly.  I’ll be right on your tail.”

“I’m going!” said Selena, triggering the command to warp to the jumpgate.  As her ship began to pick up speed, she saw the wormhole flare once more, as Erbo piloted his own Myrmidon through.

The trip was fast and uneventful, and no other ships waited between her and the jumpgate.  She triggered it, and was jumped at once to the Dabrid system.

“I’m through!” she said, consulting her tactical display.  “Was it planet five you warped to, Cassius?”

“Affirmative,” came the call.  “I’ve just docked up.”

Selena set her own course for the station, still worried.  Had Erbo run into trouble?

“I made it!” came Erbo’s voice over the communicator.  “Great job, everyone! Great job!”

Selena smiled as the Caldari station she’d headed for came into view, and Mozart prepared for docking.  The three of them would spend the night here, and, in the morning, continue back to base.  It wasn’t ideal, but it beat trying to sleep in a pod any day.

Once again, the Ralpha Dogs had beaten the odds.

In response to the new meme started by Kirith Kodachi, over at Inner Sanctum of the Ninveah, this is a representation of where I’ve traveled in New Eden.

The first major “hot spot” on this map is in Minmatar space (Metropolis and Heimatar), where Lexx and I operated, first as part of Chilled Solutions, then when we founded the Ralpha Dogs.  (The big glowing area there would be, generally, the area between Hek and Ogoten, with Vilur as its center point.)  The second is in Amarr space (Tash-Murkon and Domain), where we’ve spent most of our time in recent months.

The red area on the left is mainly the trail between Metropolis and Domain/Tash-Murkon, through Gallente and Caldari space, with a side trail up to Umokka (where Tony hangs out; we’ve done some business in the past).  The yellow trail on the far left leads to the New Eden system itself, where Selena and I visited once.  The yellow blob at upper left is the area around Cistuvaert, my starting system, which I left early on to travel to Ogoten and join my friends.  There’s one tiny blip into nullsec you can see, otherwise, not really anything outside of Empire.

Of course, you can’t see wormhole systems on this map, either.

Though they stumbled down the corridor leading to the hangar observation gallery, it wasn’t due to injury or intoxication.  Erbo just had a tough time keeping his hand over Selena’s eyes and guiding her as they walked, and Selena, of course, was trying to walk without seeing.

“This better be good,” she said, “or I’m gonna smack you one!”

“Relax,” responded Erbo.  “We’re here.” He gently guided her to the window-wall of the observation gallery, and then removed his hand from her eyes.

A little difficult to gift-wrap.

Below them, in the hangar, lay a large, bluish metallic vessel, rectangular in dimensions and massive in size.  Antenna masts protruded from one end; on the other, a large, winged tower structure rose up, and a double row of massive engines could be seen aimed along the vessel’s centerline.  Selena, of course, recognized it immediately as an Orca-class industrial command ship, the latest commercial design from Outer Ring Excavations Corporation, combining various racial technologies into a vessel fit to oversee any mining operation.  That sight led her to make an assumption.

“What are you showing me the Janne Wirman for?” she asked.  “I know what it looks like.”

“Um, sweetie,” said Erbo, “better look again.  That’s not the Wirman.”

Selena squinted…and made out the letters painted on the bow of the massive ship, which must have been five meters in height but were dwarfed by the ship’s sheer dimensions:

SELENA’S GIFT

“You didn’t!” she said.

“Check your NeoCom,” said Erbo.  “You’ll be able to verify it.”

She brought up the NeoCom, keying in an inquiry on the ship.

CONCORD REGISTRY CXRS-225890128832
VESSEL NAME: SELENA’S GIFT
VESSEL TYPE: ORCA (INDUSTRIAL COMMAND SHIP)
REGISTERED TO: SELENALORE EVANS, RALPHA DOGS INC

“Oh, honey…” she said, turning away from the window-wall to face Erbo.  “You didn’t have to!”

“I know how much you’ve wanted one,” said Erbo.  “And we’ve been doing so well on wormhole salvage recently, we’ve more than paid for this ship.  Besides, I picked up a good deal at Amarr.”  He smiled, recalling how he’d carefully slipped away in a Minmatar shuttlecraft, traveling several jumps to pick up the vessel and its fittings from the brokers at the Emperor Family Academy station.

As Selena turned to look down at the ship again, he brought up his own NeoCom, displaying a block diagram of the ship fitting.  “The fit is based on the Wirman, but I modified the shield modules so you’d have the skill to fly her.  The important parts, like the mining links and the survey scanner, are all the same.  I loaded up the drone bay with Hammerhead II’s, ‘cos I know those are your favorite.” He grinned.  “She’s fully insured and ready to fly.  Of course, you don’t have to keep the name, you can change it if you want…”

He was interrupted by Selena launching herself at him, her momentum propelling him against the back wall of the observation gallery as her lips met his in a long kiss.

From the side of the gallery, a passing Gallente hangar technician paused just long enough to get a good view of the liplocked pair.  He chuckled to himself as he strolled on.  “Crazy capsuleers…”

Welcome to the eighth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and a week to post articles pertaining to the said topic. The resulting articles can either be short or quite extensive, either funny or dead serious, but are always a great fun to read! Any questions about the EVE Blog Banter should be directed here. Check out other EVE Blog Banter articles at the bottom of this post!

This month’s topic comes to us from Ga’len at The Wandering Druid of Tranquility.  He asks: “What new game mechanic or mechanics would you like to see created and brought into the EVE Online universe and how would this be incorporated into the current game universe?  Be specific and give details, this is not meant to be a ‘nerf this, boost my game play’ post like we see on the EVE forums.”

. . .

Erbo Evans, speaking for the Ralpha Dogs and crediting Cain Jacobi with the idea for this post.

With as rich and dynamic a game element as EVE’s player-driven market is–complete with CCP’s own Ph.D. economist, “Dr. EjyoG,” to keep tabs on it–there are a few elements that could make it even more rich and dynamic.  To wit: The concept of financial services.

Start with banks.  We already have a number of player-run banking organizations, such as EBANK; is there any reason why NPCs couldn’t get in on the action as well?  There are currently several NPC corporations that are described as “banks,” namely the Bank of Luminaire (Gallente), Garoun Investment Bank (Gallente), Intaki Bank (Syndicate), and the State and Region Bank (Caldari).  What if these corporations, and possibly others, had a “banking agent,” where you could go to create deposit accounts, or negotiate with them for a loan for that new battleship you’ve had your eye on?  In the latter case, what if the chances of a loan approval, and/or your interest rate, depended on the standing you (or your corporation, if you’re negotiating on behalf of them) had with that agent, or the corporation, or the associated faction?  What if defaulting on a payment lowered your standing, and became another way to “turn outlaw”?  (Yeah, some people might try to “game the system” in this respect.  But people “game the system” all the time in real life, too.)  A banking system that was “guaranteed safe” might motivate players to make more use of it than they do of the existing player-run banks…which you can never be sure aren’t scams.  Would player-run banks have to “compete” for business by offering greater return in exchange for the (perceived) greater risk?

Beyond that…We have this concept of “shares” in a corporation, but we have no mechanism where they can be traded openly, on the market or through contracts.  What if we had an actual stock market as part of the existing market, where shares of corps could be listed?  A corporation that had been engaging in successful business for awhile could float an “initial public offering” of stock to raise money, and thereafter other players could invest in corps that were known to be successful.  This could provide the basis for whole new levels of gaming and metagaming within EVE, offering opportunities for, not just moneymaking, but skulduggery of all sorts.  Imagine, for instance, people investing in Goonfleet as a “solid investment,” then someone managing to enlist a group of Goonfleet investors in a “proxy fight” to wrest control of the corp from Darius JOHNSON?  If it sounds farfetched…well, did the infiltration and dissolution of the Band of Brothers Alliance sound any less farfetched, before it actually happened?  In actual practice, Goonfleet might choose to remain closely held, forming a number of “daughter” corporations for various purposes and unloading the minor interest in each to gain funds…but perhaps opening the daughter corporations up to influence from others opposed to the parent corp’s mission.  Naturally, there’s tradeoffs everywhere.

From here, you could extrapolate the whole financial system we have in the modern-day world, including a number of things that have gotten people and companies in trouble: derivative securities, subordinated debentures, venture capital, hedge funds, collateralized debt obligations, credit default swaps, and all manner of things that would make Gordon Gekko and his ilk rub their hands with glee.  But I think that’s quite enough for one day.

“The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of its forms – greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge – has marked the upward surge of mankind…”

. . .

Other articles published from around the EVE Blogosphere (links will be updated here as new posts are added):

• CrazyKinux’s Musing, EVE Blog Banter #8: Care for a little game of SecWars?
• The Wandering Druid of Tranquility, Wow, that new thing is so shiny!!!
• I am Keith Nielson, EVE Blog Banter #8 – Return of the Top Gun
• Once More from the Beginning, 8th EVE Blog Banter May 2009 Edition
• A merry life and a short one, EVE Blog Banter #8: In the Year of Our Awesome
• Inner Sanctum of the Ninveah, Planets
• Helicity Boson, Bantering the blog
• Achernar, Unique adventures
• Ecliptic Rift, OOC: EVE Blog Banter 8: Standings and secondary factions
• The New Edener, EVE Blog Banter #8
• Journey to New Eden, Eve Blog Banter #8: What new mechanic should be added to Eve?
• Life, The Universe and Everything, Blog banter 8: mentorship
• EVE Guru, EBB 8: Yarr! Prepare to be boarded!
• The Ralpha Dogs, Greed Is Good, Greed Works
• Rifter Drifter, Blog Banter 8: Strategic Gunnery
• A Mule in EVE, Expanding EVE
• Letrange’s EvE Blog, 8th Blog Banter
• Roc’s Ramblings, Blog Banter #8
• The Nude Nerd, Blog Banter #8
• Scop’s Log, Blog Banter #8: “We’re caught in a tractor beam! It’s pulling us in!”
• Speed Fairy, EVE Blog Banter #8: Charisma Tanking
• Industrialist with Teeth, EVE Blog Banter #8: It’s Like Tetris for OCD People
• Diary of a Pod Pilot, EVE blog banter #8: Killing in the name of
• Talk Unfraid, Physical Communications
• More to come…