Archive for November, 2008

The Appeal of the Never-Ending Story

Posted in EVE Blog Banter, General on November 26, 2008 by Erbo

Welcome to the November 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 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 EVE Blog Banter comes to us from Brinelan over at The Shard ( He asks: What drew us into EVE, what keeps us playing the game and what brought us back if we’ve ever left?

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Erbo Evans here, speaking for the Ralpha Dogs, but mainly for myself this time around.

Before I was in EVE, I was in Second Life, as was LexxEva (where she is known as “Alexzandria Aeon”).  We were convinced to try EVE by a friend of ours, known in EVE as “Valandriana” and in Second Life as “Lillindrial Kamachi.”  She was on Skype with me, as was Lexx, as I created my young Gallente character, using my Second Life name as a character name (hey, it works), completed at least part of the tutorials, and flew my first ship, the Velator Greased Pig, along the long and dangerous course from Cistuvaert to Ogoten, where I signed on with the corp she was in, Chilled Solutions, part of the Cryogenesis Mining Syndicate alliance.  Chilled Solutions, and its CEO Slif, were good to us while we were there; how we got from there to founding the Ralpha Dogs is another story entirely, mainly having to do with what we now refer to as “The Kublai Incident.”  But you can see evidence of my SL roots in the greeting I send out over chat: “Friendly greetings!” (Shamelessly lifted from Torley Linden.  I don’t think Torley will mind though.)  All of it is part of the evolving story.

Selenalore, of course, came into EVE after she heard about it from me.  She was also a Second Life Resident (under the name “Selenalore Michigan,” among others), and she also had experience in a couple of other MMOs, so this was not as great a leap for her as you might think.  She took to it readily, and has been doing her best to build herself up and become worthy of the title “Sicaria.”  At the same time, she has really taken to the EVE universe; I recall an IM conversation recently, while I was at work, in which we spent some time discussing the fallout from the Kador invasion of Gallente space.  (Looks like President Foiritan did exactly what I hoped he wouldn’t do, and took military action in response, though it appears to have been limited.  Now I just hope Empress Jamyl doesn’t get all pissed off as a result.)  We’ve taken a few others under our wings as the Ralpha Dogs have gained a foothold; some have drifted on, and we wish them well, while others have stayed and done great things for us.

Obviously, my friends keep me playing the game, both those that came with me from SL and those I’ve found among the stars of New Eden.  But, more than that, I keep playing because of the endless possibilities.  The universe of EVE is large, both in space and in time; its grand history is as essential to its depth as its galaxy-spanning geography.  Yes, I spend a lot of time running missions with Selena; it’s more fun to run them together.  But I’m also always looking to train that next skill, get that next ship or module, explore that next system, find that next mother lode of ore, run that next manufacturing job, help that next new corp member fly the ship of their dreams–write the next chapter of the never-ending story.  And I know there are possibilities even beyond that, that I’ve barely scratched the surface of.  Someday we may be running our own POS, or flying the “big ones,” or doing God knows what out there.  And we–the members of the Ralpha Dogs–will be doing it together.

Wrought in deepest Hell, our vengeance is freedom!

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Not your NORM FedEx Mission: Silicate Glass Pickup

Posted in He Said-She Said, Storyline on November 21, 2008 by CelestialFireFlower

After a number of missions we had, Erbo got a FedEx mission little knowing it wasn’t your NORMAL FedEx that he usually gets.  He was sent on a mission to pick up some Silicate Glass for one of the agents in Tollus and had asked me to stay behind while he went on the missions. He’d come to regret this later though.

>:) *grins evilly*

I stayed behind as he asked me too, but not maybe a few minutes or so later I hear him call me over our private comchannel.  I was pretty surprsied when het told me too get my ass out to where he was and pronto.  I responded and knew then that this WAS NOT the normal FedEx mission, but also that it was an encounter one.  I swiftly undocked and told him to NOT approach the warehouse until I got there.  Sometimes he listens and sometimes he don’t but it seems this time he did.

Lets put it this way and bluntly, this is the FIRST time I’ve actually had to save his ass.  Usually it’s me needing the saving cause I’m usually the one that is shot too hell and back and had to warp out too repair my ship, but he had to do it this time, so he warped to the Tribunal in Polstador and got repaired, while I stayed behind and took on the rats.  I lost six Hammerhead II drones during this battle, which is the first time since I started using them, but as my boys were going down they were also taking the ships they were fighting; down with them.  I’m proud of them for doing their job.

Oh not saying that I’m not proud of my husband, I AM very proud of him indeed cause he saved my biscuits a number of times during some of our missions where I had to warp out to repair, but back to what I was talking about.  The Silicate Glass, so called FedEx mission.


I was fighting off the pirates as were my drones. Like I said, I lost six of them.  I wasn’t taking much damage.  Hell my shields never dropped below 70%.  Now that’s what you call tanking and with a great ship behind it.  Mystic Eagle, is a Mrym and damn good in a lot of things, but it also helps that your ability to work the ships controls and such are also a plus.

There were only a few of the rats left as Erbo came over our private comchannel saying he was on his way back.  As Erbo pulled in out of his warp he helped finish off the rats that were left.  After the last pirate was blown into space dust, Erbo completed his mission too get the glass he was sent here too get.

I was mumbling quietly too myself as I started salvaging the ships we destroyed.  I continued thinking too myself and gloating about what I get too tell Erbo later, and with a smile; I got on the private comchannel and talked too him and told him the status of Mystic Eagle‘s shields and such.  Then told him of the six drones going down and taking the enemy with them.

All I can say at this point is giving a thankful wish that the ones who created and built the mrym, that they built it solid and with a drone bay that can hold up to 15 medium drones, such as my Hammerhead IIs, for with each drone that went down, I launched another in place of the ones that went down.

Erbo and I finished salvaging and headed back too Tollus to turn in the so called FedEx mission.  I could see in Erbo’s eyes that he wish he could stick the glass up where the sun don’t shine of the agent who assigned it as we walked to the office to turn it in.  He was also wincing some from the bill for the repairs on his ship and the loss of the six VERY expensive Hammerhead IIs that were lost.

It was after Erbo turned in the mission, that as Erbo and I were walking towards our living quarters, done with missions for the night, on the station, I smiled sweetly, but Erbo knew it wasn’t sweet, but he knew that I was about too tell him “I TOLD you so.”, and he had to wince again and agree, but then we started laughing with each other as we entered our living quarters.  We also know that the Silicate Glass mission will be an encounter so next time we’ll be ready.


The moral of this story everyone is too not always think all FedEx missions are not your typical pick up types of missions, cause there are some out there that aren’t of the norm, so always be prepared to eat crow if it turns out too be an encounter one, and ALWAYS call for back up and not be ashamed to call for help; for your friends and corp members will always, if not most of the time, will be there for you.


*continues laughing with Erbo and picking on him and telling him no matter that she will always love him no matter what as the doors of the living quarters close behind us*


Not Your Average Fed-Ex

Posted in He Said-She Said, Storyline on November 21, 2008 by Erbo

Rio Grande emerged from warp near the station where Vedulef Gekelgala had sent Erbo this time, ostensibly to pick up a load of silicate glass.  Something about the location didn’t ring right, though.  It certainly wasn’t on any of the charts of the system.  Something was up.

Erbo opened the private comm channel to Selena.  “Sweetie, this looks like no ordinary pickup run.  Better get your ass out here, double pronto.”

“I TOLD you!” came the response over the communicator.  “Undocking now.  Don’t go anywhere till I get there.”

Erbo cut thrust to the ion drive units, and did his best to look inconspicuous.  Soon enough, though, Selena reported that she was inbound; at that point, he kicked on power, engaged afterburners, and headed in towards the warehouse as the comforting bulk of Mystic Eagle slid in behind him.

Suddenly, the local comm channels crackled to life: “Look! Someone’s here! Grab your guns and get to business!”

Several pirate vessels suddenly emerged from the shadows, many of them targeting his ship.  Erbo quickly locked targets and cast loose the three railguns.  Rio Grande shook with impact as the “twang!” of firing railguns, from both his ship and Selena’s, indicated that they were beginning to deal damage.

Another group of ships approached; it was clear that this was an ambush.  The incoming fire proved too much for the shields, and even for Rio Grande‘s enhanced armor systems; alarms indicated that the cruiser was taking structural damage.

“Shit! I gotta bug out!” yelled Erbo.  He engaged warp for anywhere else, and watched in horror as the ship’s hull began to buckle, damage alarm lights began showing on all systems…but, with a fraction of reserve strength to spare, Rio Grande pulled away from the area, venting drive plasma and smoke.

Thank heaven the warp drive still works, thought Erbo, as he set course for a station where he could pull in and repair.  He said a prayer for the souls of some unsung Gallente design engineers somewhere; they certainly built the Thorax solid.  Over the communication systems, Selena reported that she was holding out well, but the pirates seemed to be targeting her drones.

The repair bill for Rio Grande‘s damage came to over 900,000 ISK; Erbo winced as he paid the bill and took the cruiser out again, setting the warp drive systems for a rendezvous with Selena.  She had lost some drones already; Erbo winced again at the thought of those destroyed Hammerhead II’s, at over 600K a pop.

Only a few enemies remained as Erbo warped back to the warehouse area; as he watched, one of the surviving pirate vessels erupted in flame, destroyed by Selena’s drones and gunfire.  He turned his own guns and drones on a vessel immediately below his that was launching missiles at Mystic Eagle; it was soon overwhelmed in its turn.  At long last, the sky was clear of bandits, and Erbo quickly maneuvered Rio Grande in to the warehouse proper, to pick up the silicate glass, before assisting Selena with the looting and salvage of the wrecked enemy ships, as was their standard practice.

Back at the Tollus station, Erbo delivered the silicate glass; all Gekelgala had to say was, “I look forward to your next visit.”  Erbo left, wishing he’d had the presence of mind to shove the silicate glass up that smug Minmatar’s bunghole.  The cost had been considerable; all that money for the repairs of the Rio Grande, and six of Mystic Eagle‘s expensive drones turned into worthless junk.

But Erbo knew that that would be nothing compared to the humiliation of having Selena tell him, “I told you so!”

Guardian Eagle Over All

Posted in Storyline on November 14, 2008 by CelestialFireFlower
Guardian Eagle

Guardian Eagle

As I sit here in Mystic Eagle and watch over my corp members as they mine and haul.  I begin too think on many things.  With my eyes and ears alert and always watching my tact window, and my fingers busy typing as my mind thinks.

I begin too wonder if I’ll ever be a better Sicaria then I am now.  I know my CEO has far more then me as well as my husband having more then I as well, but then I started my carreer late in my life of New Eden.

My mining is ok, but I still wonder if I’ll be able too give more then I do now.  I know I’ve just really started my carreer in New Eden, but sadly I wish I’d started my carreer earlier then I had, but then, I didn’t know where my life was going to go after a few things changed in it as I was growing up.  I wonder if I started too late too make anything of my life here in New Eden.

I don’t know why I started thinking about this, but it might deal with the arrival of the medals and certificates that have recently been introduced too New Eden, and our lives.  It also makes me wonder if my husband would still love me no matter what, even if I’m not all decorated with medals and certificates.  I know it shouldn’t, but it does make me wonder.  It also makes one think of things like this as a rogue heir of the Amaar tries too start a war with the Gallente Federation.

But honestly, many new things have started changing here in New Eden recently, and I hope it might be for the good of all races and factions of New Eden.

I look up as my tact screen starts too flash red as a rat shows up where we are, and I swiftly target it and take it down as my husband comes over the comlink calling out that it was targeting him, and before he could finish the call, the rat was star dust.  I told him I got him, and then another comes into view and I take it down as well as the others that decided to pop in on occasion.

Well, as I go through with the coninuation of my thinking and me taking down the enemy that shows, it tells me, I’m doing my job well I guess and I am needed, and I hope too hell that my husband truely appreciates me for me and what I can do as well as just for me.

Humming Along In My Space Ship Mobile

Posted in General on November 14, 2008 by thelexx

Ok Ok since I am being hounded to post here (bite me Erbo) 🙂  Here we go with a little intro to me.

In Eve, I am LexxEva , the nutball (ask anyone)  CEO of the Ralpha Dogs.  I can be rather laid back unless you do one of two things:

1.  Steal from us

2.  Write a check your ass can’t cash

Don’t do anything like that and we will be best mates.  Act like an ass and I will do my damndest to blow you out of the sky.

Personally I hate PVP but this care bear does have the claws to defend herself and her corp with.  I keep my nose clean and try to fly below the radar but somewhere out there, there is always that one mofo who wants to be a big shot.  Now I am not badass nor do I claim to be the best at anything.

But the last mofo who messed with the Dawg Pound almost lost is shit and ran for lowsec.


I judge by what she’s wearing
Just how many heads I’m tearing
Off of assholes coming on to her
Each night seems like it’s getting worse
And I wish she’d take the night off
So I don’t have to fight off
Every asshole coming on to her
It happens every night she works
They’ll go and ask the DJ
Find out just what would she say
If they all tried coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never going to work
They think they’ll get inside her
With every drink they buy her
As they all try coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

Is that your hand on my girlfriend?
Is that your hand?
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
I wish you’d do it again
I’ll watch you leave here limping
There goes the next contestant

I even fear the ladies
They’re cool but twice as crazy
Just as bad for coming on to her
Don’t they know it’s never going to work
Each time she bats an eyelash
Somebody’s grabbing her ass
Everyone keeps coming on to her
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant


I’m hating what she’s wearing
Everybody here keeps staring
Can’t wait ’til they get what they deserve
This time somebody’s getting hurt

Here comes the next contestant

I wish you’d do it again
Each night seems like it’s getting worse
I wish you’d do it again
This time somebody’s getting hurt

There goes the next contestant

DareDevil Erbo

Posted in He Said-She Said, Storyline on November 9, 2008 by CelestialFireFlower

I don’t know what life was thinking when they intertwined our two lives into one, but it seems even here on Eve we are perfectly matched for each other.  Erbo is the daredevil or crazy one of him and I, but he’s also the daredevil and crazy one of the Corp, but then he might have a friend and matching daredevil streak in another of our corp members so he wouldn’t be the only one nuts that we have in our midsts, but then I wouldn’t love him for who and what he is if he was dull and boring.

I’m guessing it was the crazy, daredevil side that really drew me to him, though when we first met he was rather sigh, but it seems as we got to know each other he opened up and became more himself instead of some stereo type.

I might be crazy as well, but I’m not yet to crazy and daredevilish, to head out to low sec or null sec like he is, and I guess that’s why our friend Lex and I get along so well, cause we are about the same in some aspects, as in not having the nerve right now to go into the territories that Erbo goes into, but yet the man loves me for who I am.

I guess to him, I’m crazy and fun loving in his own way of thinking, though sometimes I can be a dull and boring person, but then he’s learned that I’m not even close to being dull and boring, he has come to find out in many ways that I can keep him on his toes and such :).  I’m also spontanious at times and do some things that he would at time think was like, whoa, where’d that come from, but then I think he just falls more and more in love with me as much as I fall more and more in love with him.

Our lives have been intertwined for a reason, but we don’t even want to try and figure that part out, all we know is that we are very happy that fate decided to intertwine our circuits in some way together you could say :).

I’ve been here when he’s been out on his scouting missions, and I was always pacing the floor of the headquarters waiting to hear word, if he was blown to space dust, or just pure relief he was still breathing, and when this has happened, I’d either pace or I just couldn’t stand it any more and go out and work on my skills and even at times I would come up with some crazy ideas for ships and what can be placed upon them ships to help them better.  If that didn’t help me, I’d climb into one of my ships and head to Ogoten to do a mission or even better yet, go mining.  It was the only way I could keep my sanity when he was out on one of his scouting missions for the corp to find places where we can some where in the near future go and mine the more rarer ores that we need instead of buying the minerals of what we need.

The man may be insane, crazy and a daredevil, but I’m always thankful that he always returns to me and I just hold him close and give him all the kisses and love I can when he’s in my arms on a return mission, which reminds me, *smiles secretly*, he’s back so I’m going to drag him off into our living quarters and snuggle with him after I give him a peace of my mind, which I think he likes it cause he knows someone truely cares about him and it has made his life so much more easier to be who he is. *waves and pulls Erbo into their living quarters and the door shuts behind them as she gives him a kiss that would blow his mind at times*

The Need for Speed

Posted in He Said-She Said, Storyline on November 9, 2008 by Erbo

Longs Peak, post-missionThe asteroid belt spread out around Longs Peak as Erbo whistled at what his sensor display was telling him.  Kernite…hedbergite…even hemorphite! This was a rich belt indeed.  Of course, the Angels hovering nearby might have something to say about it, but Erbo’s cloaking device kept him hidden from the enemy scouts.  He switched it off in preparation for warping to the gate safe spot; even then, the Angels never managed to see him as he built up speed for warp.

Unlike those of his earlier expeditions, this was a star system outside the fringes of empire space, where no law held sway save the law of the jungle.  Lexx wasn’t nearly ready to brave the dangers of this space…but, when she was, she’d find a complete set of mapped safe spots waiting for her, courtesy of his “daredevil” ways and his scout frigate setup, proven with Pyramid in low-security systems over on the opposite side of Metropolis.

Wait a minute…is that gunfire I hear?

Erbo glanced up at the jumpgate leading back to empire space.  Several other ships were gathered around it, apparently firing at a large Angel vessel that had wandered close to the gate.  They hadn’t been there when he’d entered the system, and the local channel’s chatter had mostly been in some unrecognizable language.  None of the other ships was showing up with the flashing-red “danger” indicator on the tactical display, but…

He quickly brought Longs Peak around and warped it to a deep safe spot.  He then warped back to his gate safe…but the ships were still there, and once again, he warped away.

Got to be careful here.  One wrong move and I could wake up in a cloning vat back in Vilur.  Now, what to do, what to do…I guess there’s only one thing TO do.  Just warp right in and try to jump out before they can react.

If he’d had to hit a physical control to engage Longs Peak‘s warp drive, he might have been unable to do it because his hands were shaking so much.  As it was, it took a moment for the pod’s computers to accept the “warp” command, and Longs Peak hurtled into warp for its date with destiny.

The stars slowed their slide past the Tristan-class frigate’s hull, and the gate appeared on his visual display–farther away than he’d figured on.  Shit! I’m too far out to jump! he thought.  Got to close that gap! A flurry of commands flew from his brain to the ship systems; the Longs Peak moved in towards the gate as the microwarpdrive system roared to life, pushing his speed to better than two kilometers per second.  In mere seconds, he’d be close enough to jump…but would he make it?


The computer system screamed a warning; one of the ships parked near the gate was trying to warp-scramble him.


The jumpgate caught him, and yanked him away.

As he arrived, Erbo was already laying in a course to warp to the next gate; the system he’d jumped into might be empire space, but it was still low-security, and not safe.  Only when he was safely on course could he allow himself to think about what had happened.

It must have been a gate camp.  And I broke through it.  I survived.  I made it.

There was still a fair journey ahead…back up to Staging Area S-3 to retrieve Gold Brick, which had brought the parts for Longs Peak there to be assembled, then back to Tollus, there to rendezvous with Selena to run more missions.  At least the worst was over…for now.