Eve: Day 11

Ezekeil Rage, Log Book, Day 11

My Ibis has been back to full working order since I returned from the last mining job. The ship I talked about in the last entry to mine that ore was the company’s, and took a big chunk out of my pay. At least now that I have my own ship, I’m hoping that I can see a bigger profit share from whatever work I do. The Ibis isn’t much, but it’s a start and it’s dependable.

I’ve been speaking with a number of various employers around the station, trying to pick up the mood of the place and see where I can best make some isk. The little work I did for Unash seems to at least have gotten me an “in” with the business crowd here, and confirmed I know how to flip a mining laser on. I expect that any possible work I do here is going to be crouched in assessment jobs to make sure I’m not completely incompetent. I don’t know who hopes more I will be able to perform to task, myself or the ones hiring. We’ll see how it goes.

On the plus side, found a track to do some runs on. There’s an entire artificial field for this stuff, and fairly cheap too. The juxtaposition of the various areas of the ship continues to make an impression on me. The initial docking area and quarters I found myself in on arriving here made think this was some back-water impoverished corner of the State, but the size, scope, and quality of this field is just one huge counter point to that idea. Where the corridors below had dirty faces and people wrapped in rags, crowding corridor with exposed vents and piping, with ramshackle lean-to’s selling who-knows-what, this place is diametrically opposite. Real grass, manicured to perfection lines running paths perfectly laid out along hills and slopes that reveal breathtaking views of green expanses and flower beds as you rise each crest. The running path twists and turns in upon itself that I was able to get a 30 minute run in the area of maybe four city blocks. Trees offer shade against the false sun from one side, and a giant viewport on the other gives a great glimpse at the traffic coming and going from the station.

All that said, I don’t fell particularly bad for those who dwell in the lower sections of this building. Considering my situation and the ease with which I’ve been able to secure a modest level of comfort here, I can’t imagine there’s anything really keeping them from achieving greater success. It makes me wonder a bit why they don’t strive to improve their situation. What keeps them from rising out of the grime to take a place in relative comfort?

Idle musings I suppose. What’s important is to focus on the now. I’m hoping to have some more exhilarating job possibilities tomorrow. A little security or maybe some courier work, where I can really put the lead out and put my ass in the seat of my ship, we’ll see.

Eve: Day 8

Ezekeil Rage, Log Book, Day 8

If my life before now was as a miner, I don’t know how I got through it. It consisted of the most god-awful tedium I can imagine. Don’t get me wrong, the lead-up is interesting. Sending out probes to hunt a system for anomalies, adjusting their settings and repositioning them almost seems like an art form. Finding a myriad of results and chasing down the one I want feels like solving a puzzle. But then I arrive at the asteroid, and all conscious thought ceases.

I flip on my mining laser, open the cargo hold, and let the computer sort and pull in the bits of ore it deems fit.

Eve: Day 3

Ezekeil Rage, Log Book, Day 3

The meeting turned out to be rather dull. Merely some mid-level commercial exec by the name of Unash, looking to hire another hand to do some probe reconnaissance for anomalies and maybe some mining. In particular, she had requested to speak with me due to the state in which my ship arrived, her excuse was that my condition made it clear I could come out of a tight situation, but the subtext was clear. I was in a bind, and needed to get any work I could if I wanted to have any hope at life. The little information she had gathered on me, she took from what she made clear had been garnered from the transmission codes my ship sent to the station upon seeking refuge. Maybe I’m too cautious, but there was no chance I was going to show my poor hand to a potential employer, so I accepted her deal, and left for my quarters to await repairs on my ship.

EVE: Day 2

A bantam frigate

Edit: For some reason, my intro keeps getting deleted anytime I throw captions into an image and then edit my text later. It’s baffling me, and quickly approaching the level of pissing me off. 

In any matter, yesterday I continued my winding, treacherous route up the hill that we call the learning curve of EVE. After finishing the “crash course” tutorial, you’re given the option of talking with any of a set of agents who will give introductory missions on typical careers in the world of EVE. I went against the grain of my typical ways and chose exploration for my first lesson. The missions were definitely different, no combat, or enemies, no mining done as of yet. It was purely a go-see type of situation, with one where I grabbed some evidence. For all my “work” I was awarded with a low-end Tech 1 frigate, some isk, and some drones. I have a feeling that my next mission is going to have me getting my hands a bit dirty, in that I’ll actually launch some probes, seek out anomalies, and harvest the crap out of them. We’ll see, but it should be interesting. My plan is to do as many of these career tutorials as possible to build up a good starting fund of isk, and a strong handle on the game itself. 

Relatedy, I found a really cool app for my iPhone called Capsuleer. It lets me keep track of where I am, how my training is going, how much isk I have, and what my skills are. There’s a lot of other little features like server status, blog updates, and some buttons that are greyed out to me still. I imagine for bounties I take, or other similar thigns I have yet to experience. I can see it being a great tool for any player already, as I can see that the server must have gone down last night, and because of that, I’m no longer training any skills.