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Thank you Drop Gods

Oh drop gods, how sweet are thou... unto thy will I thank you for these gifts...

I had taken my items to the trade hub earlier and dumped it on the market. I decided that I wasn't in the mood to move my Viator for some reason so I did the run in a rookie ship.

(woo... driving and not getting run over!)

After the morning and a nap, I woke up refreshed. My sleep schedule and work schedule are completely trashed but, whatever. I went out and discovered that the site that I wanted to run was still there. However, I had no one to help me run it.

After I wandered over to another system, I made myself feel better with some radar and mag sites. I then hopped into the high sec system that hovers alone with a static 2/10 plex and found a 4/10 plex. That, I decided, to try to do on my own.

It went okay, I have to admit. I made it through although it took a while. However, the drop was shit. While it was a faction shiny, it wasn't anything worth anything. The damage I took getting it cost more to repair then the fucking mod costs on the market.

Mildly, disheartened I managed to convince some help to attack the 5/10 plex that was *still* there and untouched. With a bit of encouragement I got him into his Machariel and into the plex we went!

Oh the loot gods were waiting for me. This plex had been around for about 12 hours. In about 15 minutes we cleared it and nailed a cynabal blue print copy and a b-type invul mod of some sort worth about 700mil.

Oh, I gloated. I love finding expensive shinies and pulling a bil worth of stuff out of a site makes me happy erry day. So, as I gloated I re scanned my home system and found the exact same 5/10 plex again. Woot! This time I got a corp members help and pulled yet another cynabal BPC out of the plex.

Plus I found 2 radar sites to top it all off with.

Then, we went and did 4 missions and I wound up with a Noctis full of salvage.

I did fuck up and get uncloaked on a gate with my scout. I must not have made sure my cloak kicked in. That bit of inattention caused me to lose my covops. Whoops. Fortunately, my copmate recovered my covops cloak and the probe launcher did not drop so he got shit from the wreck :)

My covops toon is not in my corp. Because this guy is not from 'our area' he did not know that it was my alt. I was in system in my noctis salvaging when this happened. So, he started to comment to my corp mate who came to get my shit how he just missed an afk covops pilot. We trolled him lightly but he didn't want to do a 1v1 with another Cynabal.

However, an hour later I bounce through the gate in my Noctis and my wreck is still there. With all my shit in it. Plus, a wreck full of capboosters. So I loot everything and salvage my wreck, pulling an armor plate off of it. That armor plate almost covers the cost of the covops.

Win with a lose. Very nice.

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