Archive for December, 2008

Re-Energizing The Corporation

Posted in General on December 31, 2008 by Erbo
The Stewart Lithia engages in a mining operation.

The Stewart Lithia engages in a mining operation.

Recently, the Ralpha Dogs have kind of been slowing up, and it hasn’t been an ideal time for the corp.  Due to various commitments in real life and in other places, Lexx, Selena, and I haven’t been in EVE as much recently, especially Lexx.  And, when Selena and I have been in, we’ve been focusing more on mission-running, as that tends to more fit her style.  As a result, we’ve actually lost a couple of members; they joined up with our friends in the Hauling Hogs because they felt they were getting better support there.  While I can’t begrudge them their choice, it does seem we’ve “lost our way” a bit, and lost sight of a large piece of our core mission.

To that end, I’ve been trying to work out how Selena and I can carry on with mining, manufacturing, and sales on our own, to keep the corporation going.  This involves our skill training, the ships we fly, and where we actually fly.  Details below the fold.

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A Greeting Card

Posted in EVE Blog Banter, Storyline on December 22, 2008 by Erbo

Welcome to the December 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 idea comes to us by Roc Wieler of Roc’s Ramblings. Roc asks us to “write a story about a fellow EVE Blogger, or an EVE player whom has inspired you or affected you in some tangible way. After your story, describe why you chose them, and any Holiday wish you have specifically for them“.

. . .

In his tiny cubicle at the Ralpha Dogs’ offices in Tollus, where he and Selena had been doing most of their mission-running recently, Erbo picked another blank greeting card off the stack.

He’d never really done the whole holiday greeting card thing, but Selena had insisted that it would be a good idea, especially in his position.  The cards for Lexx and Petros, for members of the Hauling Hogs and certain other people he knew from elsewhere, were already filled out and ready to send.  But this card was an important one.

Erbo leaned back in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck where the data connector was that would ordinarily hook to his capsule’s systems.  He thought back to his early days as a capsuleer, when he and Lexx had worked for the ice-mining company Chilled Solutions, operating primarily out of Ogoten.  It had been their friend Valandriana who had brought them in, but the company’s CEO still had to approve their applications.  And, while they’d been there, he’d done his best for them, offering them good prices on the minerals they’d been able to mine and bring in, and paying them well when they’d been in on corporate ice-mining operations.  Meanwhile, his trusted assistant, Lenny Lunchmeat, had supplied them with useful advice in the skills to train for maximum effectiveness.

It wasn’t his fault that they’d broken away to found the Ralpha Dogs; the pilot that had touched off the “Kublai Incident” wasn’t even in Chilled Solutions, but had been in another company in their alliance, the Cryogenesis Mining Syndicate.  Even when they’d founded the new corporation, he’d still been fair to them, buying ice from them when Lexx had mined it and Erbo hauled it.  And, of course, in his new role as Abbot of the Ralpha Dogs, Erbo had tried to keep his example in mind as to the kind of corporate leader he’d like to be.

Erbo picked up his silver-inlaid pen of Gallente manufacture, thought a few moments more, and began inscribing the card:

To Slif, CEO, Chilled Solutions:

We’ve never forgotten how much you’ve done for us ever since we took up the ways of the pod pilot.  Best wishes to you and to all your corpmates for a happy and prosperous holiday season, and for continued success in the new year.

– Erbo Evans, Abbot, Ralpha Dogs Inc.

“Wrought in deepest Hell, our vengeance is freedom!”

He then addressed the envelope and slipped the card inside.  As he rose, headed for his capsule, he picked up the stack of cards, ready to be sent off.

. . .

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

Lucky Seven Aye..

Posted in Meme Propagation on December 19, 2008 by selenalore

Well one someone has already linked the names to the other Lucky Seven on this blog, so I won’t worry about it, so lets see, what are 7 things about myself…..hmmm……

1) I played the clarinet from 7th grade until I graduated from high school in the 12th grade.

2) I’ve been engaged way to many times to count, and gave up on men in general for a VERY VERY VERY LONG TIME.

3) I lived with my father up until about August of 2008.

4) I’m 38 and I play a number of online games and xbox and them.

5) Back in August of 2008, I fell deeply in love with Erbo.

6) Funny thing behind Erbo and myself.  We knew each other a year through the game or online community known as Second Life.  I had been working as a hostess for him in a number of clubs, and it took a WHOLE YEAR for the man to even notice me, but it finally happened, and as he so eloquently put it, when we finally did fall madly in love, it was like a spark fell into a box of fireworks soaked in gasoline.  He and I have a lot in common, more then anyone could think it is possible for two people to have so much in common.

7) I moved from Arkansas to Colorado.  Erbo came down to Arkansas and helped move my dad back to Illinois, and then he moved me to live with him in Denver, CO, and I’m LOVING every single bit of it.  The snow here is totally awesome and very enjoyable, and the love I feel for Erbo is out of this world :).

Well I guess that’s all I can think of, well there’s probably more but I’m not even going to attempt to type about EVERYTHING :).  LMAO so enjoy what you read here, and I hope this is what ya’ll wanted! Ciao!

Lucky Seven

Posted in Meme Propagation on December 18, 2008 by Erbo

So, I check the corporate inbox today, and, lo and behold, I find that the Ralpha Dogs have been tagged for the “Seven Things” blog game by Tony the Weekend Warrior.  Of course, this begs the question…which of the Ralpha Dogs did he tag?  Three people run this blog, and he could have meant any of them.  Oh well, as one of the Abbots, I must set a good example for the corporation, and volunteer myself for the task.

Briefly restated, here are the rules of this game:

  • Link to the original tagger(s), and list these rules on your blog.
  • Share 7 facts about yourself in the post; some random, some weird.
  • Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names and the links to their blogs.
  • Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment on their blogs and/or Twitter.

Are you sitting comfortably?  Then I’ll  begin.

  1. In high school, I played on the school Academic Team for two years running.  If you’ve ever seen “College Bowl” on TV, that’s like what it is; we sat up on stage with little “Jeopardy” buzzers and tried to answer questions for points.  I was originally enticed to do so by the promise of meeting author Ray Bradbury, but I grew to enjoy it, especially since I was part of what, if we were a hockey team, would be the “top line.”
  2. More high school antics: I was voted as a member of the Homecoming Court in my freshman year, in what was no doubt intended as a joke (because I was, after all, a geek).  However, I upheld the role admirably, and later gave a phone interview to the school’s “underground” newspaper about my experience.  The girl who was elected Princess alongside me became a good friend of mine.
  3. I have an ex-wife in Finland, of all places.  She’s not a native Finn; she went there to go to college shortly after we divorced, and in fact, the purpose of our divorce was to enable her to do so.  She is, however, now remarried to a native Finn.  I’ve met the guy she’s now married to, who visited us the winter before she left; he’s a fine young man, in my view.
  4. I almost had wealth in my grasp in the dot-com era; I had vested options in the company I was working for, which, if I had managed to exercise them, could have netted me a few tens of thousands of dollars.  However, I waited too long, and was caught by the dot-com crash.  Those options are long gone; they disappeared when I was laid off from that company the following year.
  5. In my professional life, I work with supercomputing cluster systems–a job which has given me more of an appreciation for the architecture of server systems like Tranquility (and the Second Life Grid).
  6. Interesting college anecdote: One evening I got a call from a couple of my friends asking if I wanted to go to a bar with them.  The catch was–as I found out later–we were flying to that bar, in a Piper Cherokee owned by the university’s Flying Club, of which one of those friends was president.  It was actually a fun little trip along the coast, and it helped my friend stay current on his pilot’s license.
  7. My hair is brown, with a few gray hairs starting to appear…except for one patch on the top of my head, which is all gray.  That marks the spot where a birthmark was on my head when I was born.  The gray patch actually started appearing in high school, and I got my share of ribbing about being a “punker.”

As this meme seems to have blown through most of the EVE blogging community, I won’t specifically “tag” anybody.  However, my blog co-authors are invited to post their own lists after mine…

UPDATE: Selena has been kind enough to post about herself.

Origins

Posted in Storyline on December 4, 2008 by Erbo

The EVE GateThe ancient, disused Amarr jumpgate creaked and groaned as it received the linking impulse from the Promised Land system.  From it, a pair of Caldari-designed shuttlecraft emerged into the star system of New Eden, once the womb of life in this galaxy, now an empty, all-but-deserted backwater.

Aboard Sacajawea, Erbo checked the local communications bands; no ship signatures other than theirs were present.  He breathed a sigh of relief.  The journey here from the Ralpha Dogs’ Genesis regional offices in Gergish had been fraught with danger, including a pair of Blood Bishops hovering a mite too close to the jumpgate out of Gateway system.  He heard a surprised gasp over the comm system as Selena beheld the sight, and fought an impulse to gasp himself; he, too, was seeing this for the first time.

There before them lay the remnants of the Eve Gate itself, its seething, rainbow-hued glow a testament to the energies still present there, centuries after the titanic explosion that had laid waste to this system and most of then-populated space.  The galactic atlas carried a warning that to get too close to the Gate would be to risk having one’s ship torn apart under severe gravimetric stress, and Erbo didn’t try.

“Wow!” came Selena’s voice over the private band.  “That is so cool!”

“There it is,” said Erbo.  “The Eve Gate.  That’s all that’s left of our only link with Earth-that-was.”

“Can we get any closer?” asked Selena.

“Can’t get a navigational fix on anything,” replied Erbo.  “There’s only one planet left in this system.”

He engaged the “fleet warp” command, and felt Sacajawea turn, lining up to warp to New Eden I.  Alongside, he could see Mystic Caldari do the same thing.  These shuttles were cheap Caldari junk, true, but they were the only ones he’d been able to find for sale in Diaderi system, where they’d stopped to pick up some Amarr cruiser blueprints.  He hadn’t been willing to risk Tantive IV on the journey through so many low-security systems, and he’d figured, correctly, that Selena would just as soon keep Mystic Executioner safe as well.

Over the ringed planet, the two shuttles dropped out of warp.  The Eve Gate looked no closer from here, yet no farther, either.  It just sat there, enigmatic in its beauty.  From his history lessons, Erbo recalled how his ancestors, and Selena’s, and everyone else’s had come through the Gate, which had once been a great wormhole leading back to the Old Galaxy of Earth-that-was–and how it had suddenly closed, burning worlds in the fury of its explosion.  It had taken the races of Man centuries to achieve their former glory after that event, long centuries of pain and starvation; still, by now, they had managed to surpass what they were at the height of the Eve Gate’s power.

Idly, Erbo’s thoughts drifted back to his own past…his childhood on one of the Synchelle worlds as the son of a city administrator, the visits he and his family had made to Gallente Prime and the government offices there, and then his long years at the Center for Advanced Studies in Cistuvaert that had qualified him as one of the galaxy’s elite, a capsule pilot.  Since then, “home” had been an amorphous concept; it was well and truly said that a capsuleer’s real home was the inside of his pod, though there were pilots’ quarters in Vilur, Tollus, and Ogoten that made decent enough, if spare, temporary homes.

“Not much else to see here,” he said.  “Time to turn back.”

“Remember,” came the voice of Selena, “you promised that we could stop and do some surveying of the local asteroid belts on the way back.”

“Copy that,” said Erbo, triggering the command to warp the two shuttles back to the jumpgate leading out of New Eden.  They had a long way to go to get back home…first the slog out of low-sec and back to the Gergish offices, then a course traversing several regions to bring them back to Vilur.  And, of course, he had to stop in Hek to pick up some more damage-control units that were waiting.

The last thing he saw in New Eden system, as the battered old jumpgate engaged to transport him through to Promised Land, was the huge, unblinking eye of the Eve Gate.  He had no idea how much longer it would stand there…as a reminder of times long past, or perhaps as another unknowable mystery of the galaxy.