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Camped in the Station

The actual story:

It was a work night and I had logged in to spend a while discussing low sec with someone who wishes to dip their toes into it. I also had dinner to make and in general I was worn out. Floyde told me that he had some courier contracts from my high sec staging system that needed to come in. none of it was a big deal but it was the type of activity I could do while chatting and waiting for the next phase of dinner to finish.

I jumped my Rhea to my low sec border system and docked. I never warp from jump. I am too paranoid for that. As I was docking someone came and sat on my cyno without shooting me. I figured they wanted to see if anything else was going to come in. Then a Harbinger warped in all red outlaw like, and stared at me as well.

It is just my cyno Velator against a Stabber Fleet Issue and a Harbinger. The Stabber FI warps off and the Harbinger finally shoots me. I was sipping soup at the time and almost dropped it getting my pod out. I was slow and he did nail my pod but I warped out in a quarter structure (trained cyno alts for the win).

I went and checked the high sec gate and back to make sure no one was scouting my Rhea. I undock and the SFI appears as I start aligning. Now, I always stop as I align and I refuse to dock my Rhea in a kickout. When the SFI appeared I was not concerned until I saw him picking up speed and heading for me. No thank you. Ascendancy set and max skilks  or not I dont warp that fast. I redocked as he slammed into me.


We redid this a few more times over the next fifteen minutes. Brando came to scout himself out and commented that the SFI was a 100MN bumping fit that was cloaking.

Ahh. That made sense. As soon as he bumped me they'd come to assist or cyno in. Yuck.

Brando got himself out and Dave came to assist. However, Dave's brave Keres was taken down by a gatecamp. I decided to log off the Rhea. I didn't want to risk it with someone actively hunting me. Said SFI also logged off. About a half hour later I extracted my Rhea with no problems. I gathered up the contracts and found out they where to big for one fit. I nudged Brando who assisted with his jump freighter and we got everyone's stuff to them.

The dramatic reenactment:

Seeing Diz on Jabber, I decided to have a hysterical breakdown as to my stressful evening of having my Rhea camped into station.

Diz an evil 100000000000mn stabber fi camped my rhea into a station. I was just trying to do honorable logistics before bed. It was terrible. A villainous gate camp ambushed and tortured Dave as he came to assist!


I think the two are very similar.


  1. Next time don't log out. Just go AFK and let him camp the station while you eat, sleep or do something else.

    1. Also don`t forget to send Gevlon your electricity bill as he clearly lives in Hotel Mom not paying for his own electricity and has enough pocket money to declare perma war on goons and pay for a perma running pc.

      Because hey, why safe some real life money if you can just waste it by doing nothing and not having any benefit at all from going afk. Fk me, right?

      GGG Goodguygevlon <3

    2. If you can't afford to leave your computer on, you can't afford Eve.


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