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So I Creep... yeah...

A the other day I received a commission to build some dreadnoughts for someone for a project. I'll discuss that a bit later. For now, I have a task to do and I am amazingly excited about it.

Today is a day off. My husband managed to wake up before me and I debated drifting back to sleep for another few hours. Instead, I rolled out of the bed and helped with the morning dog walk because I wanted to start my Eve day a bit early.

You see, I needed to move a lot of things around. I'd need to jump into low sec in some well occupied boarder areas. Having lived in these various regions, I know their residents habits. I got my alts loaded up with things and started to get them moved around.

I needed to position a cyno ship. I needed to select a region to stage out of. I needed to get some blue prints out of low sec. I needed to do a vast list of little time consuming things to get myself set up to start moving materials and start making jumps.

I found this all quite exciting. I was given a system to make the items at. That meant that I had to get into and out of that system and stage while I was at it. My automatic reaction was to use what was in front of me. But, I thought a little bit. One area hovers to near a ganking pipeline for my interest. A little bit of time on ICSC and I had a staging system all prepared that was almost ten light years away in much safer territory that was more familiar to me.

I used zkillboard and dotlan to check on activity. It was not just a matter of seeing if ships were being killed. I needed to see what ships were dying. A gatecamp produces a different system kill report than people PvPing or hunting in faction warfare complexes. Reasonably sure that both of my target systems were inactive, I sent the respective pilots to their destinations. I resisted the lure of autopilot. Nether traveled in anything expensive in their ship or their head. But people like to pop autopiloting shuttles and capsules just for fun. It is a fun that seems to lay in knowing you have effected someone even if they don't find out for hours. I wasn't in the mood to deal with that so I shuttled my ships by hand to their destinations and then plunged them into low sec and hoped that I was correct about the lack of gatecamps.

I was. Both pilots arrived in their systems. One went to set herself up as a cyno. The other went to retrieve one of my jump freighters. I have two now because I have two jump freighter pilots. This was all part of my long plan before I kind of stepped away from things to reevaluate myself. Anyway, pilot number 2 discovered that her jump freighter came with a few billion ISK in stuff.

Now I have a quandary. Do I give into the temptation to put up a market in my new building system? I'll have to think about that.

She hustled the items out of low sec and settled them into a high sec system. A bit more research told me the path I was planning to move my jump freighter so that it could reach the edge of jump range to get to the new building station was clear. I could move closer, but that leads through a common secondary gank system. Is my jump freighter worth a risk when I could stay a step out and jump from there?

Once I parked everyone I shut down for the day. The game was getting busier and I have a stack of fun and exciting paperwork to do. FAQ updates anyone? Still, I very much miss having tasks to do. Being adrift has not been healthy for me. This is a little thing but hopefully it will help wake me up the rest of the way.

I like this part of Eve. Planning, researching, watching, and slinking around. Its not glamorous. It is not shiny. Yet, its nerve wracking to see if I was correct or if circumstances changed in the few minutes I cannot account for. That is the reason the single shard nature of Eve attracts me.

For now, I'm settled until my next days off from work. I'll start writing contracts to move fuel and minerals where I need them. In my stash, I found a cache of capital components so I'm already saving a few million from my plans.

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  1. “I like this part of Eve. Planning, researching, watching, and slinking around. Its not glamorous. It is not shiny. Yet, its nerve wracking . . .”

    Oh but we Eve Industrialists are a disconcertingly befuddled group. Why do we do it? Why can’t we stop?

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    1. Thought for the day: An ignorant mind is a sane mind.

      Read these words with caution, adept. Knowledge has power, and the knowledge of evil is evil itself.

      The dark truth of New Eden is that there are greater, more pernicious evils than the Capsuleers. Most notorious and unholy of these evils is the "Ex-cell", a machine of unforeseeable malignity. Humans who embrace the "Ex-cell" become obsessed with profit and loss. Productivity becomes their sole aim, and all of humanity is sacrificed towards it.

      Devotees of the "Ex-cell" command spreadsheets of ungodly power. Whole fleets are sacrificed towards their capricious whims...

      This is but one great evil. Gird yourself in the armour of contempt, for I shall speak anon of the Abomination of Pyfa, and the Eve-mon...

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  2. many bothans died to bring us this information

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  3. I love when I can find projects like this. Sounds like a lot of fun. Hope to read more as it progresses.

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