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The Other Side

There is someone I used to be terrified of that I have done more killing with then against recently. It is rather funny how things change in those ways.  He almost killed my hauler the other day because I forgot to tell him I was picking something up and see if he minded not killing me.  I got a bit lax.

In that, it was my fault.  I really, really should have checked. I thought he was busy or AFK and now I realized I misread those signs.  So I undocked, and he undocked behind me. It's a spit out station as well. One of the ones that shoots you out from the underside like a high velocity fart and the undock is about the width of a hair.  

I stopped as soon as the grid loaded.  He undocked behind me in a Vigilant.  I hit dock but I was out of the dock range.  "Setting course to docking perimeter."  Its like Aura is laughing at you as a Vigilant webs your Prorator and you start to burn.  Stations are the number one place to pop cloaky haulers. 

I debated switching to Sugar's window and trying to get his attention  I decided not to.  After all, i'd made the call.  I figured I'd follow through to losing everything and sigh at my decision.  I just spammed dock.  It was all I could think of.  I was in structure and then the screen went black.  To me utter amazement I loaded in the station.

Did I mention I was picking up a Cynabal BPC along with some other stuff?  I was being very, very stupid and I normally know better.  I normally do better.  However, I was selling this BPC to Hurome. I'd built the ones I purchased from Ender some months ago.  After I purchased three from him I proceeded to pop another three for myself.  I built two and this one has been hanging around.  Hurome asked me if I had one the other day and it just happened that I did.

Obviously someone wanted Hurome to have this BPC because Uber should have killed me at that moment.

But that is why Eve is fun.  I was moving some high value stuff and getting it out of low sec and I said to someone, "It wouldn't be fun if it wasn't a panic attack the entire time with scouting and gate checking and worrying about bumping the jump freighter."  And it wouldn't be.  I don't want that adrenaline rush where I'm going.  I want it to be uneventful and my stuff moved and my ISK made.  But without that chance of loss it would not be as fun.

In a way, I like when I'm on the other side of the guns.  It is not the same as when I am in a fight.  I'm defenseless and pewpew is not going to save me.  It is humbling.  I made sure to check before I undocked the next time.

Yet, I find the changes amusing.  Someone that once regularly hunted me down now is someone that I have responded to to assist on kills and called in turn to assist me.  If he had killed me I'd have made sure to put a sad face into chat and promised to be smarter the next time.  I do love that about this environment.  The social structure is volatile and complex.  I remember when I was so very new to it that my only reaction was fear.

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  1. This is a perfect example of something I feel is unique to low sec social interaction in EVE I call it "frenemies (a term I picked up from talking to a LS pirate one day) how the denizens of low sec will shoot each other one day and help each other the next. It still amazes me with its complex nature to this day but to the locals of LS its just everyday life that they seemingly navigate effortlessly.

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