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A Force Of My Own

We came back home the other day after two or so weeks out of the Heath. I realized, as I was doing my jumps that I have a little capital fleet of my own. A few months ago, when we last moved, I had a carrier. Chella moved Sugar and herself. Sugar moved in the end, and that was that.

Then I started the CIMM (Calamitous-Intent Mobile Market). That meant my jump freighter alt who is also my non TCS market alt (perfect market skills) came along. Fast forward to the last few months. During the course of my CSM campaign I came to love long skills as I have never loved them before. My Dread alt trained up to basic, combat readiness during then and this was the first deployment that I moved her in.

Suddenly, I'm a fleet of my own. I wanted to feel impressed but mostly I felt stressed trying to jump them all and maintain conversations.  One day, that 10 billion in hulls I am moving might not make my hands shake. For now, it was deep breaths and undocking them one at a time.

Those down spitting Amarr stations... grrr... grrr...

Bosena is very neglected and I will try to get that sorted out. I did stock it a fair few times while we where all gone but all the excitement is taking its toll here and there. Robinton also killed a POCO for me so I have another. My POCO document is coming, I promise. I've simply made very little headway this week on anything that was not CSM.

I may have to switch to somewhat shorter posts! That will make a few people happy.

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  1. Downspitting stations are awesome - a joy to make insta-undocks for!

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    1. Meta: How cute. My old portrait - haven't seen that one in a while :)

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  2. Yup - though I have no idea how it happened :)

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