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These gates are going to kill me

I lost my scanning covops frig yesterday due to not paying enough attention. I didn't make sure she had warped clear. Because of that, I looked over at the screen and saw her sitting in a pod. I thought that I had landed on another player and gotten popped, but no, it was just me.

Thankfully, I didn't lose my sisters expanded probe launcher. That would have sucked, they are around 40mil on the market. I technically paid 50 mil for it by trading a skill book for it. Still, it would have sucked.
Fortunately, it made it through as did half of my probes and the rest of my fittings.

Considering that I had forgotten to get ammo the other day when I was refitting my rupture from the cruiser roam, I also decided to load up on ammo. I bounced from station to station collecting ammo for a bit until I got tired of it. I logged out and went to work to come back and buy the rest of the ammo and then head into low sec. I also tossed in a skill book for rigs so that she could fit her own ship. My hope was to run some sites nice and early in the morning and catch up on my isk intake.

Before and after downtime are great times to travel. People get themselves secure, get ready to go off and do other things and etc. I gathered my items in my lovely cloaky hauler and hopped the gate down to low sec.

I bounced the first gate and got the message "you can't jump because you are cloaked" even thou I was decloaked by being to near the gate. Then, then it goes "Air traffic control for 'system' is busy". As that happens, a loki lands on a gate. This loki happens to be the known scanning alt of someone who very much would enjoy me for dinner.

Sigh. I, thankfully, was much faster then he was. I hit the gates and spammed warp and jump like nothing I had ever done with myself before.

It is good that I had the heads up. An hour later, when I had finally found a nice mag site to clear, he reappears. Its like a bad dream only he had friends with him as well. I sat in my site as long as I could. I'm trying not to just panic and run when I see nasty people. The only way you are getting into the site is to drop probes and look for it.

Combat probes dropped.

I got out and waved to him in local and said hi. He goes "Oh I'm just scanning for sites, I'm a carebear you know".

"Of course you are, so am I," I respond as I dock. He and his gang pull the probes and go looking for others.

Why didn't I take the fight?

I'm in my Myrm. Its a low grade PvP fit. However, his main flies a Machariel. It'd eat my poor battlecruiser and cough out the drone bits.

It is one of those weeks when almost everything has been extremely unsuccessful. Due to my terribad combat skills it takes me forever to clear sites and nights like tonight I am forced to abandon them halfway finished because I have to go to work.

I'm going to have to start triboxing these sites I think. Ahh well.












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