POS taken down

Shadow Control Tower - Medium

POS doesnt’ meant what you think it means. Unless you know I’m referencing EVE, in which case, maybe it does mean what you think it means. I don’t know, I’m not a freakin’ mind reader. Give me a break. For those who DON’T know what I’m referencing: a POS is a player-owned starbase. These are a big part of the world of eve, and is a part of what helps determine territory players are seeking to hold. Starbases fulfill a lot of functions, from launch points for fleets, to research and construction hubs, to giant moon-mining stations. Multiple people desire a sweet spot around a nice, lucrative moon, and that causes good-ol’ fashioned capitalistic conflict. My favorite kind.

Then you have corps like mine, who see those stations as ripe trees, hold very valuable fruit in the form of turrets, scramblers, hangers, arrays, and all sorts of other add-ons that can be stolen if you find the right situation to do so. A few nights back, a scout found the unshielded POS, and after tracking down the corps information of its owners, we war-deced them, so we could blow it up and take the yummies. To help encourage participation in what was expected to be a rather dull event, the CEO of our corp provided an incentive: each point of damage done = 10 isk, and the killing blow = 20 million isk. Well, I’m a lucky bastard, not because I had the most damage (in fact, I did about 5 million less than the top guy), but I got the killing blow, so I walked away from the endeavor about 58 million isk richer.

While throwing missiles at this starbase last night, I couldn’t but help to remember a conversation I had with my brother when walking around down-town D.C. a couple of years ago. He was telling me a bit about his time in the Ranger battalion, and how the rule of six-P’s (Proper Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance) helps to reduce the excitement of combat. That this was a necessity, because remaining calm and working off your training kept you alive. In much the same way, leading up to our corps attack of this POS, we prepared ahead of time, and had done a fair amount of fleet drills before hand. So, while we didn’t need to use any of our talents – as the target never bothered to show up and defend, we were all prepared for the eventuality. This made the event a bit boring, but also created a sort of relaxed tension amongst us – calm, but prepared.

War-dec’d

My corporation in EVE got war-dec’d over the holiday break. For those unfamiliar, that means another player-run corporation (guild) decided they wanted to declare war on us and blow us up as much as possible. Essentially, it initiates PvP with us, and lets them kill us without fear of the games authorities intervening, or taking huge hits to their security status, and all it costs is some money. The name of the aggressing corporation is Concentrated Evil, and from what little I have seen, they are a merc group, and were either hired to take us out for some reason or just to grief us till all our members leave, or they think we’re soft targets they can pad their kill-numbers with. In EVE the reasons for declaring war can cross an entire chasm of reasons.

If they want to keep up the war, the will have to (if memory serves me) pay each week to keep the declaration active. They’ve gotten a few kills on some of our missioners, but we snagged a kill on their CEO yesterday, so we’ve bit back. They are eventually going to have to decide if paying to fight a group of players who fight back is economically profitable as well as goal-rewarding.

Part of this whole thing, means corp mates went ahead and purchased a Manticore for me to scout with and blow up any targets I may see, and there are others in the corporation who also are flying manticores, so we may just have a sneaky group of stealth-bombers launching torpedoes all willy-nilly at any red-flagged player we find roaming our home systems. I’m hoping for this to prove an interesting experience for me in my EVE play, and to get some valuable real-world PvP experience in how war-decs and corp-fighting goes.