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Monthly Archives: October 2009
So what is a platform? CSM part 1
Dierdre smiled as she walked up to the table where Mike had three comms open and was cursing softly. “You do not look like you are having fun.” Mike gave an exasperated grin and swept two comms to the side, … Continue reading
Stripper (An Eve Fan Fiction Contribution)
Mike sighed as the autopilot brought him into the next system. As long as he stayed clear of *Attention, you have been declared an enemy of . . . * “Dammit!” He disabled the autopilot and brought the ship under … Continue reading
Blog Banter 13 Missioneer, not mouseketeer
Welcome to the thirteenth installment of the EVE Blog Banter, the monthly EVE Online blogging extravaganza created by CrazyKinux. The EVE Blog Banter involves an enthusiastic group of gaming bloggers, a common topic within the realm of EVE Online, and … Continue reading
Grad
The comm chimed as the main course was being brought. It was the second date with Dierdre and Mike cursed softly under his breath for not setting the ‘emergency filters’ on it. He glanced at the message and then toggled … Continue reading
Dierdre
The hum of the strip miners burning away at the rock were a quiet lullaby. Mike dozed, a copy of Dominix Blueprints sliding to the floor from his open hand. He had decided that the next Battleship he would make … Continue reading
If I were king
He sipped his coffee and looked out onto the ship hanger complex. Small vessels scooted through the larger docked ships, carrying cargo and resupply. Bright flashes showed where work crews were busy doing repairs of battle scarred ships and dark … Continue reading
Back at the Pos
His footsteps echoed in the huge hanger, silent and empty save for the two people in it. “Try accessing them again.” Kry said, frowning down at her own compad. “KK” He brought up his own communications pad and tapped in … Continue reading
