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An Exchange of Jaguar

It is Floyde's fault that this happened. I do not think that it was his intent. I'm sure, in fact, that it never crossed his mind. It had not crossed mine. But, that does not decrease the fact that everything that happened it is all because of Floyde.

This is the story of how I wound up in an Ares that still had a warm seat from its time with Gothie Maulerant.

On Monday, I went out with the boys. I went out with Altaen before dinner and out with a fleet that Floyde was FCing after. I was in a Jaguar and we were in frigates. Altaen, I will give a honorary frigate title to because he caught up with us. We were going into Black Rise. I was in a Jaguar with limited time. I was comfortable, docking when bedtime came. And so, after fighting this Brutix Navy Issue who gave good fights and a nice chat, I docked up and logged off for the night in Nennamaila X - Wiyrkomi Peace Corps Assembly Plant.

On Tuesday, I logged in after work. There where 60 some people in local. Why where there so many people in Nalvula? And chatting? And no war targets? It took me a bit to realize that I was still in Nennamaila. That explained it. I decided, with things busy and myself tired, to do logistics, work on my announcement post, chat, write blogs, and go to bed. I'd leave in the morning when there wasn't a 150 man Brave Newbies Fleet rolling around and gatecamps and all that good stuff.

Enter, Wednesday morning aka today. AGAIN, I forgot where I was. At some point, after moving ships around and whining to Ueber about how I could not get out of his station for spaceships camping the undock last night I realized that I was still in Nennamaila. I needed to leave and local was around sixteen. I debated hopping across high sec. Last time I did that in this area I lost my Jaguar. Maybe I'd try low sec this time.

Then I got a conversation request. I accept it, which I'm prone to do. This is how I met Gothie Maulerant and escaped from Nennamalia. But, I get ahead of myself.

Gothie messaged me and said, "You're here in my station!" I was wondering what I had done this time. Or, what the boys had done. But instead, we wound up in a conversation about the market. Gothie is doing the low sec market thing and doing public ship contracts for popular frigate fits. We chatted. I get all bubbly when I can low sec market at full excited speed and I explained why it was Floyde's fault I was stuck in the station. We discussed my various chances to escape and Gothie offered me an Interceptor. I responded, "Trade for my Jag?" and magic was made.

A few minutes later I was in an Ares named Bcl and Peanut Fudge the Jaguar had a new owner. A few mod exchanges, and off I was, heading for Nalvula. Giggling all the way.

I'm always surprised when people recognize me in space. It can be very fun. :)


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  1. I hadn't thought of looking for pvp fit ships on contract in FW areas, have to look next time I'm due for a reship.

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