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Branch   3 comments

Northern edge of the galaxy

I made it to the edge of the galaxy, but my stress levels were too high to savour the moment. Same with the long jump to Branch. Forgot to savour.

There was no gate camp as I entered Branch. Looney Toons was the controlling alliance. Obviously at good terms with Tau Ceti in Deklein, as there were no fortifications at either ends, no guards.

Market for probes in Branch and Cargo Contents

I looked at the market for probes. The stations had names that were not promising. I was sure that I would be unable to dock with them. Maybe I should head south to Venal? And sell the probes at the Guristas stations I had seen there. Or I could continue clockwise around the edge of the galaxy towards Tenal and try my luck there…

Waiting for me

Deep in thought, I landed in a heavily populated system (33). I could nearly hear the intruder alarm go off. There must have been a frantic rush for ships. By the time I scouted the station and got to the exit gate, they were waiting for me.

I sneaked to the gate from the side opposite to them, and jumped through. The cat and mouse game continued through the constellation, till I realized that I was cornered. There was definitely a large force waiting on the other side of the gate I had to go through. With one crow pilot on my side.

Slyone's Crow

I decided that this was as good a time as any to communicate. I had not been here long. Had not caused excessive disturbance. If it did not work, at least I could say that I had tried.

The pilot was friendly enough and suggested I dock in a station in C4 to get rid of my cargo. His wife was giving him aggro to use facebook, so he was headed to C4 to dock and suggested I accompany him. I told him I was looking at the map to get my bearings. He offered to scout for me, and convoed me from C4 to say that that the route was clear and that I could dock at the station.

The pilot’s name was Slyone. His wife had a very brief facebook session, as he was waiting for me on the other side of the gate. With 5 friends. In fact I nearly did not jump. It all sounded too good to be true. But after 15 minutes I saw 5 or 6 pilots come into my system. I thought the camp may have disbanded and jumped through.

Deceived

The space looked normal, but as soon as I tried to warp I was stuck in the midst of blue-grey electric haze. There was little I could do. They were moving fast, all around me. I changed direction but another ship neared. Curse you Slyone!

Close Shave

My luck, somehow, held. The distance between us increased, and kept on increasing. The bubble seemed endless, but wasn’t. The space suddenly cleared, and I warped to safety.

Even though I knew the result, I could not resist trying to dock with their station, in the remote possibility that I could. I had notions of flooding their market with probes, or contracting them in bulk to someone.

Station they said I could dock with

Slyone had said that there had been a row about standings, and now anyone could dock in C4. What were the chances of that being true?

They were waiting at the station as well. Patience paid off, and I got my opportunity, reaffirming Slyone’s veracity.

With the close shaves I’ve had, I am more convinced than ever that I will be caught sooner than later. Venal is 12 jumps. Tenal at the edge, beckons at 8 jumps. Still unsure.

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Impromptu Gate Camp

I am feeling depressed.

No matter which path I take, I still have to get out of the DEFI4AT stronghold. And they are ready for me. It is only a matter of time.

There has been no communication in the local. I thought about saying hi, but I have been here so long that it has now become awkward to break ice.

“If you are a traveller, as you claim to be (and not a spy), why did you not announce it the moment you arrived? And saved us the bother of mobilizing large forces and setting up numerous intimidating gate camps?”, I imagine them saying.

The only graceful alternative is to somehow get out and never come back.

By now I must have deep red standings with every inhabitant of Deklein. It is possible that their influence exists outside this region, and thus I cannot even start anew in another region. I will be hunted, and wherever I go a wave of red standings will spread outwards from my location. The whole galaxy will hate me. Which would be an achievement of sorts, but not one of my goals.

Maybe the real mistake I made was not taking the initiative in communication with the locals.

Posted June 20, 2010 by iksormas in All, Deklein, Gate Camps, Politics

Paths   Leave a comment

It took a while for my body to stop reverberating from the emotions of the close encounter.

The enemy left the system as soon as they realized I had escaped. I decided to continue looking for stations to dock. Though it seemed unlikely that I would succeed with player owned stations.

Guristas stations in Venal

I remembered seeing some Guristas stations in Venal. Should have dumped the probes there. One option was to head back to Venal. To transfer clone, and be free of the cargo. But for the time being  (stupidly, I am sure) I decided to go on.

I tried docking at multiple stations, and was again caught in a massive bubble formation protecting entry to 3 systems.

I totally lost direction and kept changing course, till I switched to a far away view.

Caught again!

Fortunately there was just one ship around which warped away. By the time reinforcements arrived, I was nearly out of the massive bubble-formation.

This appeared to be a DEFI4NT area. Before this I had encountered lots of Tau Ceti Federations stations in the middle of the linear Deklein region. I had entered the region in a Tactical Narcotics Team (TNT) controlled area. None of the locals tried to start a conversation or ask why I was there. All I got were things like, “Iksormas in k5. Not in station. Kill.”

The Massive Bubble Formation

Maybe I should tell them that I am a traveller and I mean no harm? I have a feeling that it would make no difference to them. They would perceive me as a threat in any case. Still, it was worth trying. A couple of times at least. Resolved to look for an opportunity.

As I had moved through the region I had seen many Goonswarm members. Many stations had alien (?French) text. I still had not moved my clone or dumped my cargo. Should I return to Venal? Should I jump through to Branch? And land myself in a mother-gatecamp?

From the periphery of my memory came an echo, I am in blood Stepp’d in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o’er. I (my cargo) was doomed. A slave to my memory.

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TNT Prime

There was a station in a dead end system that looked inviting. It turned out to be densely populated (42). I scouted their station, TNT Prime, from a distance. There was a lot of traffic. Did not look like an NPC station and I did not fancy seeing myself uncloaked outside their stronghold, unable to dock.

They acknowledged my presence with, “Iksormas, Helios. Heads up guys!” in local.

I decided to look for a station with less traffic. I had spent some time here and expected company at the only exit. But nobody was there.

I safely made my way through 2 systems and found a station in a system with one Drake pilot only. While scouting the station, I saw the Drake come in to dock. This was as good a time as any to try and dock myself. It did not work. They did not like me, said the message. Or my corp/alliance/lineage.

The Trap

On jumping into the next system everything went dark. I was in the thick mist of a bubble. There were 3 ships within 20 km of me. Moving at 2-4 km/s.  I was aware that my heart was racing and thumping but I had no time to pay attention to it.

I looked all around. Selected a direction to move in. Activated the cloak.

The gel-like-space around me seemed to resist all movement and thought.

Two of the ships moved closer. Any closer than 2km and I would de-cloak. 5km, 4km. I swerved away. Another ship moved in at 3 km, 2.5km, 2.2 km. All was lost…

And then, somehow, miraculously, the distance started to increase. I was safe! Still alive in the bubble!

Progress seemed snail-pace. I felt my heart pounding away and every fibre of my body seemed alert and expectant. The ships moved closer. A 4th ship joined them.

Just then the air cleared, and I was free!

Posted June 19, 2010 by iksormas in All, Deklein, Encounters, Gate Camps, Politics, Ships, Stations

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