Planetary Mining – An Oldie But a Goodie

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Ahh the good old days. Here’s one of the old news bulletins we posted back in the early days of Endland in 2003 when the devs were starting to talk about planetary/moon mining.

U of Caille Professors believe planetary mining may disrupt local wildlife 

With more and more of a research shortage in the inner sectors of known space many large corporations are requesting a repeal of the historical ban on planetary strip mining to offset mineral shortages.

“We need those minerals to continue to grow as a company and produce all of the wonderful products that make us famous,” said Hamato Yan, a representative for Ishukone corporation, echoing the sentiment of many corporations galaxy wide. Hamato refused to comment on what exactly it is that his corporation manufactures

The Gallente federation, historically opposed to planetary mining, has offered the greatest resistance to the growing corporate desire. “Planetary mining is just environmental negligence. It has already been demonstrated that planetary strip mining can reduce most moons to dust in a matter of weeks,” argues Prof. DeFarge, Professor emeritus of astrogeology at the University of Caille. “Without moons and planets navigation becomes incredibly complicated, and the devastating effect that strip mining has upon local wildlife has already been demonstrated in the initial test phases.”

Business Indeed

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I’ve got ISK; I’ve got a sweet pad at Jita 4-4; I’ve got a pimped out Atron with shiny rims and a hold full of exotic dancers, and now I’ve got a hyperlink page to bleat my wisdom to the masses. I am, I have to admit, a pretty awesome guy.

At the moment Ghenna just has me working as the public face of this site like I’m some kind of alt. I’ll be operating the twitter thing, posting some guides here and there and maybe the occasional Market Kill Mail.

 

Back To Business

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It’s been just over a year since I did any eve-blogging. I blame real life and a brief dalliance with SWTOR. That being said, I’m back in game and shooting at Caldari (and even killing a few this time around!). Good times.

New memories every Friday and other posts as things happen.

Inferno is here. It’s an exciting time to fly Gallente.

Spies

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I’ve never been much for leadership. Since the effective dissolution of Red Cabal, some 6 years ago, I’ve found a certain solace in not being in charge of things. Part of it is certainly a justified lack of faith in my experience, but a significant component is that I derive a great deal of satisfaction from carrying out orders well. While I’m relatively comfortable taking the dubious honor of squad commander to a handful of loyal, close friends, the prospect of being responsible for a small army of unknowns is terrifying. That being said, I do have an acute appreciation for those who are willing to don the gilded chains of Fleet Commander, particularly those that pull from the general militia.

For those unfamiliar with Factional Warfare, here’s how things are organized. As a Gallente pilot I am effectively blue to both the Gallente and Minmatar militia and red to the Caldari and Amarr militias. I say effectively blue because the overview situation is somewhat sub-optimal. While it is easy to get fellow militia members off of your hostiles overview, doing so for your allied militia is an exercise in setting personal standings. Within your militia, some proportion of pilots are members of various corporations and alliances with their own corp/alliance channels, recruitment polices and associated controls. Additionally all militia pilots have access to the general militia channel.

The bulk of your fellow pilots, however, are in the general NPC militia corp. For the Gallente this is the Federal Defense Union, and the barrier for entry into the FDU is effectively non-existent (you need a non-negative standing to the faction). Needless to say this results in spies, lots of them. This is neither good nor bad, it’s just EVE. Unfortunately, it does make FCs justifiably hesitant to draw pilots from the FDU, and people more hesitant to fly their shinies in fleets with FDU members present.

It was in this atmosphere that I found myself piloting an Arbitrator among 20 or so other capsuleers under the excellent command of Yun Kuai. We had spent a significant portion of the roam just looking for targets. Finally the Caldari had responded with a Drake heavy nano fleet which were now perched 100km off gate. As an armor fleet, with very little in the way of fast tackle, rushing them was not an option. We were waiting for a warp-in from one of our recons.

“I can put you right on top of them,” came over the comms. The battle was imminent. My muscles tensed.

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Burning Bridges

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Points of cold wet assailed my senses. It was a feeling not unlike the pod induced sensation of taking auto-cannon fire. I focused on that similarity. Bullets ricocheting off of the armored skin of a ship was familiar. The feeling of rain, however, was profoundly alien. As were funerals.

“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust”

I bowed my head with the rest of the gathered, though I found it somewhat difficult to relate my father to ash or dust. His composition was of sterner things. Stone, metal, jagged obsidian.

“I hadn’t expected to see you again.” I recognized the voice. I put my hands into my cloak pockets.

“I hadn’t expected anyone to recognize me,” I replied turning to face my old theology teacher. “It’s good to see you Leto.”

He smiled. “Last I heard you were dead. Then there were rumors. Rumors that you were still alive. That you were flying for the Federation.” He spoke softly as we walked together out of the rain, into the shelter of the temple. “Your father insisted they were lies.”

“Better dead than a traitor,” I finished his thought. “I didn’t come here to be lectured on my choices.”

“Perhaps not,” he frowned. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a small contingent of imperial marines begin to make their way toward us. “I am sorry child. We will all be judged for our transgressions.”

I slipped my right hand out of my cloak, drawing the worn golden knife. In my periphery the marines broke into a sprint. “I came to give this back,” I said calmly, dropping the weapon on the marble floor of the temple. “My conscience is clear, my friend. I have no fear of judgement.” My left thumb rubbed the raised button on my neocom. “Regardless, I have to die first.” I pressed the button.

Armored hands gripped my arms, threw me to the ground. My cheek impacted the smooth damp floor. A moment of pain, then the dampness intensified covering my body.

I sat up and rubbed my cheek instinctively but the pain was gone. I retrieved the wrist neocom from the nearby table and jacked in as I climbed out of the clone vat.

“Welcome back to Villore madame,” said the familiar voice. “I hope that your business planet side has gone well. Shall I have your hangar unsealed?”

“Yes Aura,” I replied. “It’s time to get back to work.”