Assault Roam

Wolf: Assault Frigate

The battle started with a flash as my Wolf Assault ship dropped below the speed of light. Only Kendreth and Andie were already on grid, the rest of the fleet in warp behind me.

"Primary is Ahr-Eye in the Stabber Fleet Issue, repeat Primary is Ahr-Eye in the Stabber" Andie, our Commander called over comms.

Scanning the field their were three enemy ships, each more powerful than 3 of our number. Two Minmatar cruisers known as Stabbers, and one Heavy Assault ship, a Gallente Deimos class. The Stabber class ships were Military spec making them far more capable than the Civilian model. The Deimos needed no such modifications to be lethal.

"I need a point on Pee-Aye in the Deimos, keep your guns on Ahr-Eye"

Quickly I moved from my warp in point, locked up the Deimos and began a tight orbit, assisted by the additional Inertial Stabilizers I had recently fitted.

"Scram on Deimos" I reported.

Deimos: Heavy Assault Ship

There were more than 20 of us, each with a craft far less powerful than one of our opponents. The outcome was already decided in our favor, If our opponents stayed on field they would lose. The only variable was how many of us would be destroyed in the process.

The whole fleet was pouring fire into the enemy cruiser. Our weapon systems were the smallest available, but the target was overcome by the sheer number of strikes. Death by papercuts.

A bright flash briefly illuminated the battle. (Kill)

"Ahr-Eye is down, move on to Pee-Aye in the Deimos, but keep the other Stabber here!"

My focus was tightly aimed at the Deimos and as I carved a tight arc around its hull I failed to see that the other Stabber had moved in very close.. too close.

"Shit!"

Instinctively my ship pulled up to avoid a collision. Immediately I was forced to turn back, attempting to keep my target within 8630 meters. If I moved further away my J5b Phased Prototype Warp Scrambler would be ineffectual and the target could escape.

[[Current velocity is 1051m/s. You have 4 seconds to close orbit]]

Were I not submerged in my Hydrostatic pod, my body would already be liquefied.

I must have been the only one with a Scrambler pointed at the Deimos, and he had decided he wanted to leave.

The Deimos fired.

[[Wrecking hit, Shields disabled, Armor 87%]]
[[Cycling Small Ancillary Armor Repairer, Nano-paste levels Nominal, Armor at 57%]]
[[Penetrating hit, Armor 47%]]
[[Broadcasting to Fleet: Need Armor]]

"Fleet I need Armor, NOW!" I screamed, knowing full well that it takes over 8 seconds for an Exequror Logistics ship to target a Wolf Assault Frigate, plus Capsuleer reaction time. I assign some small part of the ships AI subroutines to pray.

[[Penetrating hit, Armor 27%]]

The fire raged, both in my ship and throughout the implants in my body. Everything was about to get very hot.. if only I would get closer, his guns would not be able to track my nimble frigate.

[[Penetrating hit, Armor 7%]]

[[Logistics locked on: Remote Repair incoming, Armor 27%]]

[[Glancing hit, Armor 12%]]

[[Optimal orbit achieved, Survival Index: Green]]

Apart from the gaping hole in my ship, I thought.

The fleet was all around me now. The Deimos went down, quickly followed by the other Stabber. We were damaged but without casualties. A success by anyones reckoning. (Kill) (Kill)

[[Remote Repair incoming, Armor 100%]]

"GATE GUU.... *static* ...UUUNS!!" Kendreth blared over comms. His sentence was punctuated by a bright pinpoint of light. Half the message came from his ship 2 kilometers away, the other half from his pod as it entered warp. His Keres frigate was torn cleanly in two.

He and I were first on field which meant...

[[Warning: Gate guns firing solution imminent]]

[[Wrecking hit, Shields disabled, Armor 17%]]

There was a heavy thumping sound, which was either my heart beating or the throb of my ships warp drive as I instinctively slipped away from the battlefield. There was a nice safe spot near the sun.

Dropping from warp behind me was Iorek, piloting one of the Logistics cruisers.

[[Logistics locked on: Remote Repair incoming, Armor 39%]]

"I just bloody fixed that ship!"

KD Out

Asakai - We were there

KD floated in his pod of hydrostatic goo, just as his Buzzard class Covert Ops Frigate "Peepshow" floated in space. 100kms away a battle raged. The mass of ships present was causing local time-space to slow down. Plenty of time to tell a story.

Somebody had screwed the pooch.

Since the advent of immortality, capsuleers and hydrostatic pods the power that one person could wield was increasing at an astronomical rate. In smaller ships, a single capsuleer replaces all the crew, but larger ships still require some additional crew. The largest of these, Titan Class vessels, were roughly 14kms long and housed tens of thousands of crew. These massive ships are used to create jump bridges which allow large fleets to move around in a much more coordinated way.

Too much responsibility for one human. Eager new immortals rush to be trained to fly these behemoths. A new capsuleer can operate a Titan as soon as 18 months after graduating. Far too soon to appreciate the power that is being bestowed.

http://davedamian.wordpress.com/2011/05/10/eve-online-ship-designs/

In this instance a Goonswarm Federation Titan pilot had failed to create a jump bridge correctly, leaving his titan stranded in the Caldari/Gallente warzone, without the support of the fleet he had left behind. Pandemic Legion, one of their most dogged enemies had quickly pounced to take advantage of this mistake.

Kielen watched as more and more super capitals from Goonswarm and their allies jumped into system. From the outset it looked like they would overwhelm their opponents with ships, a gambit that could potentially allow them to withdraw. Alas Pandemic Legion were able to amass an even greater number of ships.

The signatures of thousands of ships blurred together but Peepshow was equipped with the most advanced sensors an immortal could acquire. Tiny signatures of frigate and cruiser hulls, piloted by Sefem Velox members could be seen darting between the formations of battleships. A wave of pride came over Kielen as an enemy was finished off, locked down and scrambled by Sefem pilots. Today was a good day for the corporation.

As ship #2265 connected to the local communications network, Kielen turned his ship and warped out, never decloaking. The loss of non capsuleer life sickened him and his mission at this site was complete. All the details would available on Galnet later that evening.




Sefem Velox was there.

http://eve-kill.net/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=16077057

http://eve-kill.net/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=16077058

Beachlife

Kielen was relaxing on a pristine beach planetside. He had been spending more and more time out of pod lately. Life in space was so hectic and a holiday was exactly what was needed.

It wasent a resort as such he was staying in. Instead he had found a backwater Terran world in some part of W-Space, surveyed for the best slice of beach with a nearby mountain range and dropped down a Command Centre from orbit. Everything he required was shipped in from his Mammoth-class Hauler cloaked in orbit via the planets customs office,. Of course the actual Command Centre was several hours of hard offroading away, Kielen preferred to drive and hike through the untamed wilds.

Serenity filled his mind. The loudest thing at the moment was his drink, the ice quietly colliding with the glass tumbler. As far away from corporate life as was possible for a capsuleer. Even his implants and neocom were in silent mode, although the slow digestion of information from his neural coprocessor could be detected when concentrated on. Interceptors and Small Hybrid Turrets, those would make for some serious fun when he returned.

A High priority alert came in from his Social Adaptation implant, another war declaration had come through directed to the CEO of Sefem Velox. Knowing that the other directors in the corporation would also have received it the notification was deleted.

"Dammit I knew I should have resigned before leaving!"

Kielen relaxed and returned to his drink

***

Awakening the next morning with surprise, Kielen reviewed another notification. The war declaration was being retracted. A search servitor program was loaded into his implants and sent back to corporate database to discover what had happened. Not thinking on it any longer Kielen climbed down from the silicon flowfabric tent attached to the top of his Landbrusier HZ80 and preparred himself breakfast. Today was a spread of aboriginal fruits that he had collected the previous day. Working for ones food was a humbling experience. Many others had been capsuleers for so long they did not think of such things anymore.

***

The servitor returned with the results while KD was halfway up a nearby peak. It was ignored until finally hunger forced him to set an anchor in the rock and stop for lunch.

It contained several memory recordings from Sefem Velox members and a personal message from the acting CEO, Andie.

Topic: 49 Minutes
From: Andiedeath
To: Kielen Dres,
Hey KD,
In latest news, as soon as the wardec was made active Sefem joined up with the NZAU Aliiance and headed over to Gulfonodi to see what wartargets we could find. We found the CEO of 49 minutes as he already started hunting a few corp members.

Ive included references to the kill mails and some of the other members volunteered recorded memories of the fight.

None the less the war is over
Andie

Strapped to a rock 50 metres off the ground Kielen begun to access the recordings.

Never Underestimate

There is always a certain amount of surprise when your shields fail in a Strategic Cruiser. It feels as if all the hair on your body is standing on end and something is slowly burning the tips off. You become accustomed to it, surprise rapidly building as your skin warms from a million points of flame that you know will never reach you. But this time it was different...

***

I had just emerged from a wormhole leading to system-J120704 after a mission to establish a new planetary base. 100,000 souls had signed on to operate the facility for me, each had signed for 10 years with a payout clause if they died on the mission. Families were displaced and taken with, or the smarter ones had opted for a portion of their salary to be transferred home at a regular basis. Little did they know I was planning never to return to system-J120704, instead relying on the planet side Fluid Router to keep tabs.

As the wormhole collapsed behind me I felt no guilt. The money they were being paid was excessive for anyone of their stature. The old adage “If it seems too good to be true, then it probably is” holds as fast as Tungsten Carbide in New Eden. The workers would enjoy a much higher standard of living in my facility, and when finished with it the Fluid Router will self-dismantle, leaving them to develop on their own safely. Lucky for me the Gallentean human rights laws don’t hold in W-Space.

***

Immediately upon docking my pod was transferred from the Wreathe-class hauler to the “Dervish X-1700”, my Loki-class Strategic Cruiser. Regardless of the millions of compatible reconfigurations available, its had stayed in the exact same format since it was given to me. After being apart from this ship for 6 months the feeling of home was overwhelming. But something felt different, like wearing someone elses clothes.

Then it came to me, my drone bay was not full. Strange, the original payload of six Warrior II scout drones was still present. I counted them again like stones in my pocket. Yes! Six drones, each taking 5m3 each is 30m3, the maximum for a Loki-class hull. And yet there were spaces for 4 more of the drones in the bay. Like everything on the ship the bays looked as is they had been installed yesterday.

Querying the stations infonet I discovered that the original Loki design had been reconfigured due to some legal nonsense sometime in the last few months. The changes had been propagated free of charge while I was away. The rest of the ships modules were still online so without thinking I flew out of the station. A request for assistance was coming through on the corporate channel.

Sefem Velox accepts applications from many young capsuleers. Oredreth is one of our youngest having graduated from the academy only a few days before joining. He was operating out of Isendeldik in the Heimatar region and the local Navy were requesting our assistance with a gate blockade. A fleet of Angel Cartel battlecruisers were calling in reinforcements from the surrounding systems to assist with the blockade. Normally I wouldn’t bother with such a trivial mission but supporting the newcomers is a personal prerogative.

During the flight fitting data was instantaneously shared between our implants, my superior training and experience molding his Rifter-class Frigate into a more suitable implement of destruction.

“Oredreth, Engage and destroy targets with low signature radius... Weapons free!”
The textbook response to a constantly reinforced fleet is to destroy targets in a particular order so as to cause the least threat. This way reinforcement always arrive too late and your ship is never swamped. “Dervish” had been in much worse situations so instead targets were dropping from the moment we dropped from warp. 200mm Autocannons were continuously cycled stopping only to reload, excess rounds soaring off into deep space as I continuously locked and tracked new targets.

[[Shields at 67%, activating Large Shield Booster II. Charging boost amplifiers to maximum. Invulnerability Fields status:holding]]

With the first ten ships reduced to radioactive slag there was a brief interlude as we burned towards more reinforcing ships. My cohort of Warrior II scout drones were slaved to Oredreths firecontrol matrix. The Angel Cartel are known for their fearlessness but not for their intellegence.

[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shields at 53%. Boosting.. 67%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Tar.. Target hul.. kill]]
[[Shields at 42%. Boosting.. 56%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Target shields failing.. Tar..]]
[[** Priority. Shields at 33%. Saturation of regeneration matrices imminent. Boosting]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shield failure. Minor Armor Damage . Boosting.. 10%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Reinforcements arriving. Cartel ships: 23]]
[[Shield failure. Minor Armor Damage. Boosting.. 5%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shield failure. Minor Armor Damage. Boosting.. 3%]]
[[Overheating Large Shield Booster II. Operational parameters exceeded. Boosting. 22%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Reinforcements arriving. Cartel ships: 37]]

Needles. White hot ones. Its like you are surrounded by them, each time you jerk away from one piercing you, another sears into your opposite flank. Something must be wrong. This craft has stood against fleets twice this size! Quickly my subconscious is assigned some spare neural co-processing power.

Kielen: “run full diagnostic and import fitting data into the external fitting tool software we downloaded.”
Kielen: “diagnostic confirms all modules and subsystem operating within 99.98% of design specifications. Regeneration Matrices Index shows 0.554kps”

[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]

Kielen: “554! thats 50% lower than last time I flew this ship! Kielen, query last recorded Index and locate the variance point. What else can do wrong?”

[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Reload warning: Cartridge depleted. Reserves at 15%]]

Kielen: “no variance to design specifications detected. Design Specifications have been modified since the last flight.”

[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Target shields failing.. Tar..]]
[[** Priority. Armor at 33%. Hull damage imminent. Boosting]]
[[Overheating 10mn Afterburner II. Operational parameters exceeded. Velocity 1710m/sec]]
[[Drones returning. ]]

“Oredreth, prepare to retreat. Something is wrong”

[[Warp field stabilized. Warp]]

It is normally easy to hide your shame in the darkness of space, but the presence of a young mind full of adoration makes it impossible. A tactics simulation is run somewhere in the back of my mind VERY rapidly as Oredreth floats beside me patiently.

[[Tactics: Recommend: ]]
[[Fitting Bottleneck: Signature Radius]]
[[Priority: Elimination of Target Painters]]
[[Priority Target: Arch Gisti Nomads]]
[[Tactics: Recommend: ]]
[[Fitting Bottleneck: Kinetic Resist]]
[[Priority: Elimination of Kinetic Damage]]
[[Priority Target: Arch Gistum Defeater]]
[[Tactics: Recommend: ]]
[[Priority: Ammunition Replenishment. Recommend: Nuclear M]]

Typically the only ammunition available in this system is more than 50% above market average. Another capsuleer financially preying on the freshly graduated demographic of this system. The local market also has no Armor Repairers for sale.

“Oredreth, target priority Nomad and Defeater class enemies. Keep your velocity up you may encounter some target aggression”

I carefully selected a location to re-enter battle. About 60kms from the blockading fleet. Hitting my almost burnt out afterburner I directed the “Dervish” to fly across the face of the approaching enemy fleet. Four Arch Gisti Nomads, eager for the kill, carelessly allowed their higher velocity to carry them further and further from their friends. They lasted less than six seconds once they were within range.

The three Defeaters proved much harder to deal with. The entire fleet had me locked before we even fired a single round into them. Tactics simulation reported their superior hulls were deflecting exactly 74% of the damage dealt. As long as the simulation held true we would be ok.

[[Overheating 10mn Afterburner II. Operational parameters exceeded. Velocity 1710m/sec]]
[[Combat Orbit: 18kms. Accuracy falloff reduced to 47%]]
[[Shields at 97%. Boosting.. 100%]]
[[Shields at 84%. Boosting.. 98%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shields at 63%. Boosting.. 77%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shields at 47%. Boosting.. 61%]]
[[Target shields failing.. Target hull failing.. kill]]
[[Shields at 47%. Boosting.. 61%.. Holding]]
[[Warning: 10mn Afterburner II reaching critical heat levels. Midslot thermal bleeding causing significant damage. Velocity reduced to 710m/s]]

Once the priority targets were destroyed the Cartel fleet was quickly overwhelmed. My share of the “generous” payment from Republic Fleet was used immediately repairing my burned out systems and a good portion of the hull. At least we have another fast learning pilot for the ranks of Sefem Velox.

KD Out

Another day at the office

The war was not going badly, it was just going. The semi supported war between the Minmatar Republic and the Amarr Empire has been going on for years. Systems are “conquered” daily, only to ping-pong back again the next day. Seeing as CONCORD only recognises the sovereignty of the original occupants, it doesn’t really make very much difference. The Warzone is simply a more active rendition of pirate lowsec with a little more organisation.

Our fleet was out completing a batch of objectives handed down from the Tribal Liberation Force offices. We had a scattering of Amarrian convoys, structures and field commanders to take care of. Myself and Andie were piloting a pair of Stealth Bombers while showing some of the newer members how things work in the militia. Most of the other ships were Rifter-class frigates, cheaply fitted and expendable. We also had a few Irregulars allow to boost our threat value, a Navy spec Osprey-class cruiser, Navy spec Hookbill-class frigate and another Stealth Bomber.

Things were looking very smooth. The first 3 objectives were completed in short order with the fourth almost complete. Our target convoy was down to its last transport when the fleets scout reported a small gang had entered the system to defend their unarmed brethren. Two Navy issue Slicer-class frigates and a single Kitsune-class Electronic Attack frigate.

Every capsuleer has the ability to instantly access a huge database of information through his implants and capsule interfaces. Inside this verdant realm of information freedom it doesnt take long to formulate how the engagement will go down.

A Kitsune EA frigate can jam the targeting systems of 3-4 other ships almost permanently, causing those ships to either withdraw from combat, or to rely on their squad mates to take down the Kitsune so that targeting can resume. This one ship could neuter the abilities of our four main ships, leaving the younger players in the weaker ships to deal with the Kitsune. However the Slicer frigates are perfectly designed to dispatch these weaker ships in great numbers without endangering themselves. By the time the Stealth Bombers can get target locks on anything, most of our squadron will be destroyed. Bombers cannot operate without escorts. This is the theory anyway.

A typical cat-and-mouse game unfolded for the next 40 minutes. Each fleet needing to catch a single ship from the outer while also keeping its friends busy. Finally we bugged out moving onto the next objective. This is where I made a mistake that proved exceptionally fruitful.

As I was watching the local communications channels so intently for signs of enemy reinforcements, I accidentally broadcast our next destination to everyone in the system (including our enemies). After cursing myself, and receiving a round of laughter from my fleetmates, I ordered all of our younger players to head for the destination I had given anyway, then to “bounce” between the planets there to keep our opponents busy.

Minutes later it became clear that two of the enemy ships were intently following a single one of our ships, while the third enemy ship stayed to watch what the rest of us were doing, no small feat when your trying to monitor three cloaked Stealth Bombers. I recalled the others to this system and quickly completed one more objective.

The textbook entrapment scenario involves the hunter fleet waiting on the exit point of an Acceleration Gate so that the prey cannot see the disposition of your fleet. Instead our fleet was ordered to hold position on the entrance point of the gate.

The trap was sprung after we attempted to complete the earlier failed objective. The system is called Arayar and is behind the Amarrian border. Should the prey take too long, or realise what we are up to and call reinforcements, we could be quickly overrun. I guess seeing a group of weak ships enter system and warp to the entrance point must have been too much for our opponent. He warped to the gate in pursuit. When he arrived only a few of our Rifters had emerged from warp, loitering around the gate itself. Instead of slipping through the gate as he would have expected, they instead turned and engaged even tho outclassed. Once the Slicer had committed himself to battle the rest of us joined in.

8 to 1 odds seems like the battle should have been a pushover. Moving into range while cloaked I had a perfect opportunity to watch the battle unfold. Our opponent expertly changed targets to Andies Manticore-class Bomber as it emerged from cloak, forcing him to withdraw before his targeting computers could fire a single torpedo. As I was still cloaked he began to work on the Rifters.

This must be where the Slicer gets its name. Wikkedly fast and outclassing the Rifters in range, it was able to take wide arcs through the fray. Each time its engines would be disabled by our propulsion jamming, and every time coasting out of range due to momentum, and then burning out to make another pass as its engines game back online. Its manoeuvrability so high that missiles detonating nearby inflicted a fraction of their total payload. Seeing as a majority of our weaponry was missile based, and the Rifters autocannons were struggling to stay in range, it seemed unlikely we could succeed.

As I de-cloaked and began to lock the Slicer, one of our new recruits armor gave out, his structure yielding easily to the high tech Conflagration Pulse Lasers. The first salvo was already leaving the launch tubes as my computer completed the firing solution. Slow, but powerful enough to worry battleship class targets, my torpedoes were not designed for such a nimble target. Luckily the advanced systems of my Stealth Bomber augmented my normal interception routines and the Torpedoes could be detonated in front of the target. Massive energy wavefronts began to blossom from the near target, marking his path through space better than my tracking wetware ever could.

Realising his time was up, the Slicer began aligning for the nearest moon to escape. Having the speed and manoeuvrability advantage this is rarely a problem. As his craft slowed to enter warp, a salvo from each of the Hookbill, Osprey and my Hound-class Bomber collided with the craft. Coupled with the autocannons of a Rifter the damage was enough to finish him. I imagine half the wreckage was scattered through the system as it was accelerated to warp speeds.

Our final objective was completed without hassle and our fleet returned to Dal victorious.

Of course, fate would see my bomber being destroyed by a smart-bombing Hyperion-class Battleship, camping the gates out of Amamake. Some things in the warzone never change.

The Killmail

Darkness.... the warmth of the womb... then blinding light and the cold floor rushing up to greet you. Being born never gets any easier.

“Welcome back Kielen”, a familiar voice chimed

Propping himself up on his elbows to peer around, KD knew exactly where and why he was lying in a pool of embryonic goo. What he didn't know was how long it was since he was here.

“I take it my contract is over?”

“Indeed, you even made it back early. You should note the payment has already been made”

Its not that a Capsuleer could “see” his current balance, but that he knew exactly what it was whenever he cared to think about it. The Neocom implants really made things a lot easier. For Kielen it was like waking up and finding you have grown a new limb, a one billion ISK limb.

Without opening his eyes, KD stumbled over to the nearby shower. The location of everything in the room was burned into his memory from the countless times he had visited.

The agent moved into view, Sistran Hednur, a higherup with the Republic Fleet. “You will also notice a few additions to your memory, and one rather large hole. We revived you a few times so that your associates wouldn't suspect that you were missing. It was risky but half the militia saw you fight that day. You cant pay for that kind of press”

A flash of a fleet of amarrian battleships warping away leaving a single member behind to his fate. Surprise, as the same fleet dropped from warp just 200 kilometres away and targeted the Assault Ship that was Kielen. Victory, as the lone target of a scrambler exploded in a fireworks display worth 500 million isk. Fear, as the little frigate entered warp, tattered armor from numerous laser blasts littering space behind it.

“I see now why the Empires outlawed having two clones operational at the same time. These arnt my memories, and yet I know it was me experiencing them. Strange experience even for one of us.”

“You will also notice a few new skillbooks have been uploaded to your memory. Your due for a neural remap as well but we didn't know how it would effect you. Even tho the technology is a hundred years old its still risky. Speaking of technology, get changed and ill introduce you to your new toy” Sistran said, passing a towel.

Twenty minutes later Kielen was standing on his private dock completely in love. Even tho he knew he had never flown this ship, he could feel the knowledge of its operation.

A Loki class Strategic Cruiser was docked where his old Wolf used to be. The deck crew were loading projectile rounds into the special cartridges that Kielen knew were used in this type of vessel. Unlike other craft that were retro-fitted for capsuleer operation, A strategic Cruiser had no need of additional crew. Once docked with his pod, this ship would BE Kielen Dres. There would be no people scurrying around inside him, loading his guns and repairing his systems. He would be a true god, in direct control of everything on board instead of having the inefficiencies of humanity as a proxy to his commands!

“Sistran you slaver, how much do I owe you for THIS?!”

“Nothing, its partly the bonus for your fine work, and partly a gift from the Republic Fleet. But...” A smile came across Sistrans face,

“I do have an assignment for you...”

KD and Me

I will start with an out of character introduction to myself the player, including why i play EVE and what i hope to get out of it.

After dabbling in the beta, I started playing EVE-Online seriously late in 2006. For me gaming of all types has always been about generating stories and memories to share with friends. Before this I had never played an MMO style game seriously and i didnt expect to find much enjoyment from it.

Being quite a social person in real life, ive set about a task of running a small corporation within EVE talored to my style of gameplay. I beleive strongly in not allowing entertainment to run my life so this corporation, Sefem Velox, is designed for casual players who are uninterested in having a second job in an online universe.

My goal for EVE-Online is to create a place where players can learn about this game and grow both in game and out of it. I have no delusions of players staying in Sefem forever, nor of controlling last tracts of space.

The long term goal is to have enough contacts in RealLife(tm) and in New Eden to create avenues for players to find like minded corporations to join. Sefem Velox should act as an intermeditary to help players find other like minded players, and to provide the knowledge to have as much fun as possible ingame.

I hope to retell the stories of my character, Kielen Dres through this blog. He is a middle aged Minmatar of the Brutor tribe, born into slavery and liberated sometime after the Jovian war. He graduated from the Republic War Academy on the 13th of November, 108 EST and was elevated to the class of Capsuleer, a god among men.