Short and sweet stab at a Skiff

Saturday, September 28th, 2013

An extra signature in the home system doesn't give me anywhere to go, it's just gas. It makes for a simple start to the evening, though, with no intruders or choices of direction to go. I simply resolve our static wormhole and jump to the neighbouring class 3 w-space system. ...

Shooting a whale in a rock field

Friday, July 19th, 2013

How sweet. Aii's left me a bookmark to our static wormhole, as well as sucking up most of the gas pockets in the system. One signature has popped up since his activity, though. What could it be? A second wormhole you say? Well, space, you're drunk, as warping to the ...

Not getting involved

Wednesday, May 15th, 2013

I'm back and looking for more than a simple scanning frigate. I won't find that at home, but I was planning to roam the current constellation and probe for new connections, so that's okay. Jumping to our neighbouring class 3 w-space system sees no change, and a blanket scan reveals ...

Sucking at gas

Sunday, February 24th, 2013

'...getting all explodey in the Widow.' Um, what have I stumbled in to? 'Nothing to see here', says Fin, 'and don't look at our recent losses'. I'll try not to, although curiosity gets the better of me and I see the death of my black ops ship. Poor Neko Ninja, ...

Exploration finds an exploration ship

Friday, July 6th, 2012

New day, new constellation, and Fin's been mapping it. My glorious leader reports on a dead K162 coming from class 6 w-space in to our home system, as well as a still existent C4 K162. She's in the class 4 system now, looking for occupation and further wormholes, and asks ...

Sticking it to a Skiff

Tuesday, October 4th, 2011

Alone again. Maybe I should be hibernating. Or socialising! Yes, probably hibernating. I'm already kinda sleepy, but until I drop off I may as well scan my way out of the home w-space system. Hello there! Seven sites, all rocks and gas, have finally dispersed in to the ether, leaving ...

Poking the wasp nest

Friday, April 16th, 2010

The evening starts promisingly. There are lots of bookmarks waiting in the can, tempting me to go roaming in my Manticore stealth bomber again. But warping to our static wormhole reveals that the bookmarks are a day stale, so instead I swap in to my Buzzard scanning boat ...