Update 1

Hey everyone. I know its been awhile since my last post. Work has kept me ridiculously busy, and my hours just increased, which isnt a big plus, when youre paid salary, but it is what it is. So I thought id take this moment to sit down and let you guys know what Im working on.

By the end of the month, Ill be posting Chapter 2 of “As The Eagle Flies” as well as maybe one or two more opinion-based and/or battle-report articles. I stumbled on a writers block of sorts while writing chapter 2, I find it somewhat hard to describe fleet combat in an Eve scenario. Solo combat is good, but trying to nail the chaos and wonder of a big fleet battle is somewhat difficult, especially tackling it from a player perspective instead from a fictitional Eve viewpoint. But I digress.

I dont make any money from my articles, this being a starting blog, and I have no ads, nor do I reach out for donations. So Im sending some of my articles in to Crossing-Zebras so that I can at least get something out of writing, besides that good feeling of a job well done. Feelings dont pay, and you might as well get paid for what you enjoy doing, am I right?

Id like to branch out into eve news articles, but the hours of my job, plus the time I spend in fleets, I dont see much of what goes on outside of Black Rise. Alot of the good scoops are also already covered by CZ, TMC, etc. So I think Ill be concentrating on my day to day eve experiences, which will give you guys a good laugh, because im a terrible solo pvp’er and also give me something to look back on and see how Ive grown as a pilot in New Eden.

Thank you all again for following my blog and I hope you enjoy the future content. Fly dangerously, pilots. o7

Skill Injected, Hardly Pay to Win

Hello all!


I thought id do a piece on my thoughts of skill injectors, and how they’ve affected myself and those around me. You see, I’ve read so many posts on several sites, namely TMC, EN24, and the Eve forums, where people are screaming that skill injectors are pay to win, that the brave little newbie is gonna buy a lot of skill injectors and inject the crap out of himself. Suddenly, overnight the little newbie has become the new boogeyman that the crusty old bittervets seem to fear, that there will be an uprising of some sort, and the new guys are going to start “winning” EVE somehow. Id like to take this moment to point out that no one has figured out a way to win EVE yet, short of massive heists and disappearing. Not even Goons have won the game yet, and they’re sitting on their “hard-won” SP that they’ve earned over many years of playing (Kudos to you guys for the time you’ve put into the game).


The truth, in my opinion, is far from this. Remember the old saying “Billions of ISK doesn’t buy you good skills”? In a way, it does now. Billions of ISK will definitely net you tons of new SP to throw around how you see fit. But it doesn’t buy skill. Far from paying to win, many of the guys who have now become SPI junkies are merely paying to lose shiny ships. Sure, they can fly their big ships now, but do they know how to fly it? Have they lost enough small ships that they know the basics of pvp, enough to comfortably upship? I doubt it. If I myself were completely new to Eve, I don’t know what I’d do. It took me awhile to figure out all of Eve. We all know the learning curve is steep. I may not have figured out skill injectors existed at first, and if I had, maybe I’d get some. Looking back, I’d probably tell my newbie self to not do it. Wouldn’t want to be featured on TMC’s ALOD list now would we? Honestly, I’m not sure I ever fitted a really terrible ship in the beginning, since I had a friend along the way giving me pointers. There is one instance where I lost a Talos after a station engagement, and people in the fleet commented afterward, asking me why I would use such a fit, and that I deserved to lose it. Looking back on it, for being fit by a complete newbie who had trained straight to Gallente battlecruisers because I thought the Talos was super sexy (still is), it’s not such a terrible fit. I did mix the guns, but at least it was only single tank and not dual, which is a mistake I see a lot of newbies use.




Now, you’re probably going to point fingers at this point (I don’t know about you, but I like to look up authors of Eve Online articles I read) and say, but Jasek, you’re only somewhere around 8-9 months old, but you have 39m SP! You definitely injected yourself, so how can you preach against it? The answer is simple. I’m not. You want to inject yourself? Go right ahead. I’m just warning you that you may not be ready to fly the ship that you’re injecting yourself for. I’m a different case. Jasek is not my first character. I’ve had many alts, and I’ve flown with the likes of N3, Mordus Angels, and several lowsec pirate entities. I have experience on those alts flying the bigger stuff that I have recently trained with injectors to fly. In fact, my reasons for injecting myself was simply that I was burning out on just flying frigates all the time, and wanted to get back to doing what I’ve done before. Scouting is great, but it’s fun to be part of the meat of a fighting fleet. In fact, a couple fleets ago, I managed to ship into a fully fit Bhaalgorn , survived the battle we fought and made it home after we dunked three dreads. It felt good, and revitalized my attendance within Eve. I was finally doing what I loved: flying GMVA’s big ship fleet doctrines.

So for the average newbro, no, I would not suggest becoming an SPI junkie. Learning to fly first is key. Then inject yourself. But hey, do what you want. Eve is all about that. It’s YOUR world, I’m already flying in mine. To the Eve veterans I would say, chill. the newbros aren’t suddenly gonna win Eve under your nose. In fact, if you’ll quiet down, undock, and go looking, you might find a newbro who cant handle what he’s flying, and get a shiny killmail. I think content is going spike across New Eden due to new players injecting themselves and throwing themselves into the fire, and that is good for Eve in general. On the flip side of the coin, newbros will be able to fleet up with the bigger ships, and that will definitely keep them coming back for more. Losing your ship in the middle of a fleet battle of big ships isn’t as discouraging as losing a big ship to solo combat or a gank, and far from being discouraged, I think newbros will enjoy the rush of getting into the big fleet brawls, even if they lose the ship they just injected themselves for. In my opinion, I think I see a good future for newbie organizations like Brave Newbies, Pandemic Horde and Karma Fleet.

Learning To Fly

Hello All!

Well here I am, stuck at work because of snow, looking like I’m gonna be pulling an all-nighter. With that thought in mind, I figured it’d be a great time to post up some of my thoughts and experiences. Tonight I’m going to be focusing on my experience with solo pvp.

Since joining up with Galmil, my world in Eve has opened up quite a bit. While in nullsec, my life consisted of joining fleet, and pressing F1. N3, Mordus Angels, its all the same. join fleet, follow your primary. Once I joined GMVA, however, a new door of Eve pvp has opened up, that of solo pvp.

My first couple attempts at solo pvp were pretty abysmal. I flew Atrons for the most part, losing most of my fights to merlin’s, which I didn’t understand. I figured T1 frigates should be about even, right? My armor repping skills, however, just couldn’t keep up with the raw DPS of a merlin, of ten getting melted, while I just couldn’t break their shields fast enough. It frustrated me for awhile, but I decided not to let it get me down. I kept flying, dying, fitting, and repeating.

Eventually, through solo videos on Youtube, I learned about a channel known as “Bringing Solo Back”. I joined it, inquiring to the pilots within as to how I could get better at solo pvp. Eventually, a pilot known as “Kelon Darklight” kind of took me under his wing. He taught me the dark magic of Amarr laser boat pvp, and under his tutelage, became pretty proficient at the use of beam laser Tormentors. Finally, I began to see some results, taking down other T1 frigs with an ease I hadn’t known before, and even took down a destroyer or two.  And so this is my lesson about Eve. When you’ve died, reship, and undock again. there are days I still go without getting kills, instead having a red streak on my killboard. Other days, I get lucky, and take down several enemies. Lately, I’ve even been content just pushing F1 as part of a fleet. Old habits are hard to break I guess.

To be honest, I cant wait to move up to bigger ships. If you look at how long my character has been active, you might be asking me why I’m not flying bigger stuff more often. Well, because Ive been putting most of my skills into the core ship skills. Shields, armor, engineering, capacitor, weapons, etc. Once I have these down, Ill move up. Don’t get me wrong, I have flown a couple bigger ships, namely the Vexor, the HFI, and the ANI, but mostly with T1 guns and T1 medium drones, and that’s far from preferable. So I try to stay away from those unless they’re absolutely necessary, like when we take on Snuffbox, or Sniggwaffe. Otherwise, I fly scout.

So this is my start to Eve. It’s a slow start, and I’m trying not to burn myself out on frigates. My corpmates tell me that when I do officially move up to fully T2’ed big ships, that all my time in frigates will pay off. I hope they’re right.

Until then, Ill continue to undock my frigates and look for the good fights that Black Rise has been showering me with.

o7 Jasek Steiner

P.S. Special thanks to Kelon Darklight. You’ve been a great help to me!

As The Eagle Flies – an Eve Online Story, Pt. 1

Iroido Soner

Vlillirier VII- Roden Shipyards

YC 113.11.02


Iroido Soner slapped at the alarm going off next to his bunk, managing only to successfully knock it off his nightstand. Grumbling, he sat up, grabbed it, and turned off the irritating alarm. He sat for a moment, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He looked at the clock and sighed. 6:30 in the morning. Still too damn early, he thought with a grimace as he stood and walked into the kitchen.

After grabbing a thermos of coffee, and a breakfast bar, he sat down, booted up his terminal, and flipped on the holovid, a Quafe energy drink commercial blaring to life. He turned down the volume and turned back to his terminal. Logging in, he pulled up the Corp and Alliance mails for the day, as well as Requisition Lists and Recruit rosters for the week. A cursory glance over the Recruitment Roster. One new candidate.

Iroido pulled up the man’s bio, checking his employment history and records. Only one corporation was currently listed on the man’s history, the Federal Defense Union. Basically a shell corporation, the Federal Defense Union recruited anyone that wanted to fight for the Gallente Federation, get a paycheck, or otherwise just have a reason to hunt other pilots, with a permit for doing so. Privateers, each and every one of them. Only a bit better than pirates really. Iroido wasn’t complaining though. Some of the newly minted privateers’ zeal in engaging the Caldari enemy more than made up for their lack of experience in the pod of a combat vessel. He made a mental note to contact the candidate later on.

A quick look at his Requisitions List showed a contract up. Delivery made, and ready to be signed off on. He checked the contents of the delivered materials. Looked like about ten each of Atron-Class, Tristan-Class, and the Federation Navy’s signature Comet-Class frigates, plus three Vexor-Class Cruisers and accompanying fits for each of them. He quickly scrawled his signature and hit “Accept”. The station AI would make sure that the signed ships and materials were stored in his hangar.

Pulling up the Corp and Alliance mails, his attention was soon grabbed by a mail that was emblazoned with an “Immediate Attention Required” heading. The mail was from Julianus Soter, the Moira Corporation CEO. Pulling up the mail, he read it quickly. The contents had him more awake than his coffee in moments.

To: Iroido Soner, Niden, Felix De’Viance, Gin Wuncler

From: Julianus Soter

Subject: Brave Newbies Inc- Immediate Attention Required


Hey guys,


So it has come to my attention that the ex-nullsec alliance, Brave Newbies Inc., has left nullsec and are joining with the Caldari Militia. This poses a problem, since Brave Newbies has a huge amount of pilots. They aren’t very skilled pilots, and they generally won’t fly without a Fleet Commander at the helm, but just their numbers alone means that if they really got behind one system and pushed it, we could have a problem on our hands. That said, they’re Brave. The warzone is going to heat up, and there’s going to be a lot more action for our pilots to see. I expect each of you get our pilots out there and show Brave the resolve of Moira’s pilots. Talk to you guys soon!


Julianus Soter,

Moira CEO


            Iroido read it twice, a smile coming to his face. This is EXACTLY what Moira’s pilots needed. A new enemy. Granted, while individually, Moira Corp’s pilots were pretty skilled, Braves numbers could be an issue for the solo pilot. But as a fleet…. Well, this could be fun, he thought to himself, standing and pulling on his clothes.

Standing about 6 feet with a wiry frame, thick facial hair, and sharp features, Soner was an interesting balance between gallentean and amarrian heritage, though had he chosen early in life to give his loyalty to the Federation. He was dressed in gray-blue pants, a decorative, bronze-lined overcoat, and knee-high black boots, one of the more fancifully dressed pilots within the corporation, but there was no dress code. They were Militia, and, as such, had never had regulatory oversight from Command on such things as dress. It was that way for almost every other member of the Militia as well.

Soner stepped into the Moira Corporation control room. Standing around a holotable containing a map of their corner of New Eden was Julianus Soter, Niden, Gin Wuncler, and Felix De’Viance. Julianus looked tired, and if Soner was going to be totally honest, a bit hungover. Nothing new there, he thought. Niden and Gin looked worried, and Felix had a huge shit-eating grin on his face. Well, he thought to himself, if Felix is happy, the news can’t be that bad. Soter was about as tall as Soner, but stockier, and dressed in planet-side military style camo fatigues, black combat boots, and a chest plate, with a spiky high and tight.

Niden flipped her hair, catching his eye. She was standing there, studying the map and readouts, arms crossed, impatiently tapping her foot. She was in her usual attire: a leather jacket over a corset, form-fitting pants, and boots, all as black as her signature Dramiel-Class frigate. With long raven hair, piercings, and tattoos up her arms and across her back, she was reminiscent of the Black Widow spiders that Soner had read about before, and was just as deadly. She had racked up a list of kills taller than he was, and from her stance, it seemed she was ready to add a few more to that list. Guess it really IS good news. He smirked, and brought his attention back to situation at hand.

He stepped up to the table, catching the end of what Soter was saying “-is vulnerable, according to reports from scouts this morning.”

“What’s vulnerable?” Soner asked

Soter looked over at him, managing a small smile, and replied, “Brave vulned Agoze this morning according to our reports, Iroido. We’re being asked to spearhead a force to-“

Soner interrupted him, “Wait a minute, they want us to go for Agoze? Jules, it’s a backwater system, not important in any way except-“

“Except Agoze is a station system,” Niden injected, continuing, “And Federation Command has mandated that we are not to lose a station system voluntarily, no matter how ‘backwater’ the system may be.”

Soner shot a question glance at Soter. “She’s right, ‘Roido,” he confirmed.

Soter looked back at the map. He reached down and tapped the star that represented the system of Agoze, causing the map to shift into a view of the star system.

Soner studied the map with a slightly surprised look. “Looks like they got to work pretty fast. They only joined the Caldari Militia yesterday. Well, any bad things about Brave that I have to say aside, they always did have an amazing work ethic. If they didn’t, they wouldn’t have survived in null sec for as long as they did.”

Soter nodded. “That they do. So we have been asked to take the system out of vuln, ASAP. Intelligence says they’re forming a fleet to force the surrender of the Ihub as we speak, and we’ve already seen Brave advance scouts in the neighboring systems, watching for incoming Militia rescue fleets.” Soter looked at Gin. “Gin, I’m giving you command of the main fleet. Ship up or down how you see fit.”

Gin nodded, pulling up three documents on screen. “Alright, well, here’s some stuff I had planned in advance. Intel says they’re using a lot of close-range ships. Merlins, rocket Condors, Atrons, stuff like that. So our first wave in is going to be Cormorant-Class Destroyers. They give us the ability to engage at extreme ranges or point-blank, and have the added ability to readily disengage since stuff has to come to US in order to take us down. From there, we will ship up or down as needed.”

Soter agreed, “Sounds like a solid plan. Felix, I need you to take a wing of our best frigate pilots and clear out their early-warning net. Niden, that means you too. You’re the best Dramiel pilot we have. I need you with Felix taking down the Brave Scouts, so that Gin’s fleet can get through with as little advance warning to Brave as possible, understood?”

“Understood,” they both intoned simultaneously.

“Soner, join Gin. You work well together. See if you can get some of the other corps to lend us some pilots, the more the better. Today we’re going to damage their pride. We’re going to pull Agoze right out from under them, and smash their fleet to pieces,” Soter paused, looking at each of them slowly, “And then, we’re going to destroy them.”

Soner was suddenly very glad he wasn’t Brave.

Jasek Steiner

Aldranette, Novice Military Complex

YC 113.11.02

          The Imperial Navy Slicer spun and dove downward away from the pursuing Kestrel, attempting to keep range between them. Focused scarlet Radio beams lashed out, flaring brightly against the Kestrel as the small Caldari frigates shields failed, the remainder of the beam carving molten trails across its hull.

Inside the Slicer, in a pod of amniotic fluid, his body connected to the ships systems via implant sockets in his back, Jasek Steiner smiled as the Kestrel banked away, trying to put some distance between it and the Slicer to try and escape. Not today. Jasek pulled the Slicer into a tight turn, relaying command by thought for his warp disruptor system to overheat, adding a bit more range to it in order to forcibly keep the Kestrel in the fight.

Turns out it was unneeded.

Still mid-turn, the Slicer lashed out again at the Kestrel, the long range beams searing through one of the Kestrels outstretched wings, slicing it neatly off, the piece of ship spinning away, smoke pouring out of the doomed ship. Jasek frowned. Damn, I missed, he thought.

As his Slicer straightened out towards its enemy, it met a flight of the of the Kestrels missiles head on. Having weak shield systems, they failed, his shields evaporating in a shower of blue particles, some of the missiles pounding holes into the Slicer’s armor. Jasek sent out a thought, and nanobots began filling the holes with Nanite Paste, which hardened into new armor almost instantly. But now Jasek was lined up with his target. He took just a second to make sure the shot was optimal.

Fire. The mental command relayed to his turrets, and scarlet beams snaked out, colliding with the middle of the unfortunate pilot’s ship. The beams melted metal, punched through hull, and found the Kestrel’s Warp Drive.

The Kestrel disappeared in a blaze of fire and twisted metal, the pod instantly ejecting from the warship and warping off field before Jasek could target lock that too.

One less warship in the Caldari Militia’s arsenal, he thought, a feeling of pride swelling up in his chest. A ping in his mind alerted him to an incoming message. A flick of his mind and the message popped up.

From: Gin Wuncler

To: Moira

Attention All!

Class A alert. All pilots report back to HQ for immediate fleet operations.

Jasek pulled his slicer into a gradual curve, putting his ship into alignment with the Vlillirier gate. Seconds later, his warped drive kicked in, and his ship was surrounded by a shimmering warp bubble and sucked into a ship-made wormhole, hurtling through the Aldranette system. As he reached the end of his warp, the wormhole ended and his warp bubble collapsed, depositing his ship in front of the Vlillirier Stargate. Transmitting his desire to use the gate, traffic control gave him the green light. The gate sparked to life, a huge wormhole opening between the gate posts, once again pulling his Slicer into warp.

Once he was safely out of warp within the Vlillirier star system, he brought his ship home to the Vlillirier VII station, owned by Roden Shipyards, where station authorities used tractor beams to pull his ship safely into his personal docking ring. Mechanical hands pulled his pod out of the Slicer, depositing it in a sealed room, where the pod opened up, amniotic fluid draining out of it. Jasek stepped out and grabbed the nearest towel, drying himself off, taking special care to make sure nothing remained on his mechanical right arm. Jasek was about five-eight, muscular, with close cut hair and trimmed facial hair. His right arm was mechanical, having lost it months back to a station raid where, in an attempt to catch a ranking Caldari official, he had taken a bullet to his shoulder. He’d had to have it amputated, and had eventually grown fond of the cybernetic arm, making sure to have every one of his clones also installed with one. It wasn’t a setback, as he found that his reactions with his cybernetic arm were faster, and that suited him just fine.

He pulled on his clothes: a black top, camo pants, black combat boots, and headed to the Pilot’s Hall, where everyone gathered for operational meetings. On his way, he met Andre Grey. About Jasek’s height, Andre looked like he might have been of Minmatar heritage. He stood out in a crowd due to his platinum blonde hair, and Jasek was pretty sure the guy could cut metal with that chin of his.

As they walked down the corrido, Jasek asked, “Any idea what’s going on?”

“None,” the man replied, “You know as much as I do.” Jasek nodded. He was thinking about that when a loud voice with a thick Irish accent, tinged with a bit of drink, came from behind Jasek.


Jasek turned, a grin coming to his face. “Hey Daeghun! How’s Moira’s resident drunk Irishman today?”

“Im good so far! Killed a bastard Atron belonging to some guys callin themselves The Knights Radiant.”

“Oh? You actually killed something solo?” Jasek couldn’t resist ribbing Daeghun a bit.

“Mock me all you want, Jasek, but I could take you any day.”

“If by take me, you mean take me out and buy me a drink, feel free anytime my friend,” Jasek shot back as he opened the conference room door.

The conference hall was filled with pilots from Moira, and more than a couple from other corporations as well. Gin Wuncler was standing at the head of the conference room, a holoboard behind him showing all kinds of data on the operation at hand. Jasek lifted his pad and linked it with the holoboard, downloading all the information he was cleared to have, and began reviewing it.

He was stunned. “Agoze vulned? An assault to reclaim it? But… Brave just joined Calmil yesterday! Holy hell, they’re not holding back…” His attention was brought back as Gin’s voice rang out across the conference hall.

“Galmil pilots! Listen up! About an hour ago, Agoze’s Ihub was vulned. Our Intelligence says that Brave is forming a fleet now to siege it and force its surrender, if they haven’t already. We have already sent out an advance party under Niden to try and clear out their scout network as best we can.

“Fleet composition is going to be Cormorants with a light tackle wing. When not helping us pin down targets, our light tackle is going to skirmish with Brave over the Novice Complexes. We will up-ship or down-ship as needed during the engagement. Expect interference from other Calmil corps, most likely The Bloc, and from third parties, such as Snuffbox and Sniggwaffe.

“The initial stage of this assault is a smash and grab. Our cormorants will hit the Ihub and clear out the squids, while frigates will begin capturing complexes to bring the system out of vulnerability. Once we bring it out of vuln, we’re expecting reinforcements from Justified Chaos as well as Blackfox Marauders, to help us start bringing the system back under control. So get your ships ready. We undock at 2000. Dismissed!”


Welcome To My Eve Blog

The Beginning

Hello all! I am a brand new blogger, and an avid gamer. I decided to start this blog because of the game Eve Online. Before I began playing Eve, I loved reading the stories about it. they were all so full of intrigue, backstabbing, patient planning, and space battles the size of which boggled even my experienced gaming mind.

After reading about Eve for a long time, closely following each of its stories, researching its ships, looking at its ingame alliances, I decided to give the game a try. I had two very clear goals in my mind. Number one was to work my way up to a battleship known as the Hyperion. Im a fashion gamer. Besides good gear, aesthetics have always been an important part of my gaming experience, and the Hyperion-class battleship was, to me, one of the most aesthetically pleasing ships in the game.

Goal number two involved me choosing a side in the galactic conflict of Eve. After doing my research, I decided that Goonswarm Federation sounded like a worthy enemy. Easily one of, if not THE largest alliance in the game, Goonswarm sounded like the perfect Empire to my Rebel Alliance mindset. Ive always been a sucker for the fight of the few against the many, the weak against the strong, and Eve was the perfect place for me to live out that fantasy. Now, I had looked up Eve Online’s learning curve, and I can tell you now, as an Eve veteran, that that graph that comes up on google is EXTREMELY accurate. but Id grown up a gamer, and what is difficult openings for some tend to be minor annoyances for me, for the most part, and so I thought it would be with Eve. Gotta show the old salts of Eve they were wrong, right? I couldn’t have been more mistaken. As it turns out, I had no idea what truly waited for me upon my entrance into the Eve universe.

Pure frustration.

I logged in and created my character. this being my first time, I went with a pretty standard Gallente Federation male, naming him Jasek Steiyner. I gave him a militaristic upbringing, as per my view on my soon-to-be playstyle, and then was spawned unceremoniously inside a station. I had no clue where I was. no clue what to do. My only comfort was a small blue AI female that popped up on my screen, calling herself “Aura”. I guess she had some valuable viewpoints. Instead, I made the first of very many mistakes in my Eve career. (In hindsight, I realize Eve shares an unforgiving soul with the Dark Souls franchise) I “x”ed out of aura’s screen, thinking I could figure it out myself. Turns out, I wasn’t able to make heads or tails of anything, even bringing Aura back mounted a seemingly insurmountable challenge. What the hell was this game, where even finding the tutorial and bringing it back was such a challenge?

I did see one button, however, that I recognized for what it was. the big yellow button marked “Undock”. I figured to myself, “Hey, spacegame, that has to be the first step right?” Well, yes and no. When I later finally managed to consult aura (much later), turns out yes, undocking is the first step, because Aura then takes you into warp to a spot where you board a derelict “newbie” vessel. (This has since been updated, now you spawn in said vessel. This is an oldish tutorial.) But instead of warping off to meet my destiny, I learned yet another lesson in Eve: flying isn’t done by using W, A, S, and D. Well crap.

Now, at this point, you’re probably asking yourself, “Hey Jasek, exactly what kind of research did you DO for this game?” Fair question. Guess I was too busy being pleased with the aesthetics and story of the game, and didn’t worry about digging much into the controls of the game. Even clicking in space wasn’t working at first, until I found out that double-clicking in space seemed to work to point my ship. Looking at my overview, I was able to make out ship HP (shields, armor, the hull of your ship), and ship speed, with a plus and minus on either end. Pretty self-explanatory, I thought.

So I pointed my ship towards a planet, hit the “+” symbol, and started cruising. Im pretty sure this is the point where you guys, if you’ve played Eve, are either chuckling to yourselves, burying your head in your hands out of shame, or maybe even a mixture of both. An hour later, still cruising along, and I finally decided “screw this”, got off of Eve, and went back to playing Battlefield 4. That was almost the end of my Eve career. Short and sweet, just another newbro lost in the sauce leaving eve, not known, or mourned. Eve’s galactic wars would go on without me.

The Second Try

Fast forward a few months, and I was stationed in Hawaii, where I met three people in my unit that played Eve. One of them, in-game name Vaanic Dale, encouraged me to get back up on the horse and give Eve another try, offering to school me on the basics. So I did, and he lived up to his promise. After a week of teaching me the basics, I was able to get to the games trade hub, Jita 4-4, on my own. A couple days later, he would point out that I should never, EVER autopilot anywhere in Eve, and that I was lucky to get to Jita the first time on autopilot. And so I can honestly say that I have never, ever set any of my toons on autopilot ever since. Im lucky that I didn’t have to learn it the hard way, like some others. for the first couple weeks, I ratted, accompanying Vaanic (who at the time was in CO2, but had come down to hisec to school me) on his lvl 4 missions to gain standings quickly. eventually, he left CO2 , and we went together into a corporation that called themselves the Illuminati. Though a rifter was my first real loss (for some reason I went to null. At the time im not sure I even knew what null was), id say my first heavy loss was a worm. using some of the money id gotten from ratting, I bought a worm hull and was moving it to illuminati’s base of operations, when I got ganked at a gate in hisec by a war target taranis. Good catch for him. haha.

Not too long after, the Illuminati was approached with an offer to join the Galactic Skyfleet Empire, granted we change our name. The GSE had a vision that I could wholly get behind, because it echoed one of my goals. They were planning to go to Null, and take sov from Goonswarm. Being the lowly dumb newbro that I was, I didn’t realize that this was a far-flung dream.

Well, the Illuminati renamed themselves to “The 501st Legion” and joined the GSE. We immediately went on campaign, only, not against goons. At this point, id put most of my sp towars ship hulls, getting Gallente Battlecruiser 3, and T1 fitted a Talos (admittedly, even T1, it was a crappy fit.). I moved with fleet to a titan, and from there was jumpbridged to a fight that GSE had going against Black Legion. Now GSE might have had naïve leadership, but its pilots weren’t something to laugh at. We held the field against Black Legion, and by the grace of BOB, my Talos survived, at which point we warped to a tower and that was RF’ed and killed it.


Please realize that Im recounting this now as an EVE veteran, but back then I had no clue at all as to what was happening. I just followed orders. Go here, shoot this. Welcome to EVE. Well, our fleet blew up the tower with no further trouble from Black Legion, then started burning back home. As we burned, a fleet followed us, looking to pick off the slowest and dumbest. Unfortunately, I fell into both categories. My Talos was caught, and killed.


So these was my first couple experiences with Eve. Since then Ive made many, many more mistakes. Ive learned much more. Ive been all over Eve with a handful of characters. Ive lived the hisec life, flown with lowsec pirates, campaigned with Gentlemans Club of N3, skirmished with Goons as part of Mordus Angels, and, more recently, Ive settled down in lowsec as part of Faction Warfare, lending my knowledge of Eve and my hard-learned piloting skills to the cause of the Gallente Federation as part of Moira corporation within GMVA. Its satisfying, the perfect mixture of small gang and solo combat with just enough large blob fights to keep me interested.

Eve is a game like no other. Ive left it at least 3 times, always to come back and pick up where I left off. This is my Eve. I hope you all enjoy my blog and my coming stories, as Ill be reporting on the crazy happenings within lowsec. I look forward to seeing my blog grow, and giving you guys good stories to follow.

o7 Jasek Steiner