Ok, I'm going to try to go through to some hotspots in Insmother. However, I seem to be running into the Russian section of the galaxy. Hmm.
Followed a small group through a few systems by accident, but eventually made a wrong turn and lost them.
Where am I?
DG-8VJ - - - Found a pitstop, but it wont let me in. Place is owned by The Galactic Empire, who's a member of the Lotka Volterra. Hmm. Looks to be a German establishment. Could go for some German sausage and chips.
Oh well, next...
O-W778
I find that there's another station here, owned by the same alliance. However, this bunch speaks English. After orbiting their station for about four or five minutes, I get spoken to for the first time since I started this venture.
While I'm fuming over this, Tusal (the guy that shot me) said that I should buy something from the local market, while his buddies were going over who was better, Microsoft or Linux. I enter that banter a bit and fully realize that they're talking behind my back in their Corp chat, trying to figure out who the hell I am most likely.
In the meantime, they switched to talking about the evils of marketing.
Disappointing. Well, as much as I liked being chased through the system for a half an hour, (which was kinda fun), I had stuff to do. Like write this and go eat. The gaff about not helping older folk across the street didn't endear them to me either.
In all this, I still haven't found a decent pitstop. I'm guessing that the makers of the alpha pod figured desperation into those holes in the floor. Bastards.
To be continued...
Followed a small group through a few systems by accident, but eventually made a wrong turn and lost them.
Where am I?
DG-8VJ - - - Found a pitstop, but it wont let me in. Place is owned by The Galactic Empire, who's a member of the Lotka Volterra. Hmm. Looks to be a German establishment. Could go for some German sausage and chips.
Oh well, next...
O-W778
I find that there's another station here, owned by the same alliance. However, this bunch speaks English. After orbiting their station for about four or five minutes, I get spoken to for the first time since I started this venture.
[15:59:46] Tusal > jappa an alt?Let's see, I think a couple of missiles dinked past my hull, but it didn't look like he was going to quit. I zipped out to my warpgate waypoint, then to the planet nearby so I could still talk to this bunch in Local, while nursing my shield wounds.
[16:00:14] Japa Voheem > Oh, I'm sorry, no. *waves*
[16:00:35] Tusal > np :)
[16:00:49] Japa Voheem > Tourist
[16:00:59] Alyxia Onosai > terrorist?
[16:01:09] Tusal > check the light show Ø=
[16:01:11] Japa Voheem > Ouch!
[16:01:16] Japa Voheem > That wasn't very nice...I diddle with the controls and figure out that I can't orbit a planet... Wha? That's just dumb. NASA would have a field day. So I do the only logical thing... attempt to orbit the planet manually. Hmmm, point that way and go... and go... and go... jeeze space is big.
[16:01:40] Tusal > who said i was nice :)
[16:01:46] Tusal > but i am corrupt i can be paid off hehe
[16:01:55] Japa Voheem > LMAO
[16:02:08] Japa Voheem > You sound like my old boss
[16:02:53] Tusal > never mind me havent goten my coffe yet today
[16:03:00] Blueice Moon > not only is he corrupt, he will follow you to each gate in the region and charge a tarif to use it
[16:03:13] Blueice Moon > then blow you up when u use last gate
[16:03:15] Japa Voheem > *laughs*
[16:03:35] Japa Voheem > This is so getting blogged...
[16:03:37] Tusal > my mom says i am nice at the bottom, just a mile down
While I'm fuming over this, Tusal (the guy that shot me) said that I should buy something from the local market, while his buddies were going over who was better, Microsoft or Linux. I enter that banter a bit and fully realize that they're talking behind my back in their Corp chat, trying to figure out who the hell I am most likely.
In the meantime, they switched to talking about the evils of marketing.
[16:13:10] ChalSto > Marketing -> bad bad pplIt's at this point that I notice a new square has arrived in "orbit" around this planet, about 250 kliks behind me.
[16:13:16] Japa Voheem > LOL
[16:13:36] Japa Voheem > Alll marketing people are some form of bad
[16:14:07] Japa Voheem > especially when they do things to force the direction of the company
[16:14:55] Tusal > market people i got control on mine
[16:15:00] ChalSto > we´ll.......i heard a rumor, that marketing ppl come to hell at the end of their life...so......
[16:15:00] Tusal > they jump when i say so :
[16:15:02] Tusal > :)
[16:15:23] ChalSto > *cough*
[16:15:39] Japa Voheem > Of corse they do, hell needs good marketing so I hear.. =p
[16:15:44] Tusal > but they are easy to tame
[16:16:33] Japa Voheem > I see a sneakyI zip out to an asteroid belt into a small bunch of rats... after a few more jumps like that, I end up "orbiting" another planet just to stay out of reach of the rats.
[16:16:47] Tusal > who is sneaky?
[16:17:04] Japa Voheem > You is, coming from the blinding light of the nebula
[16:17:33] Tusal > damn close one :_=
[16:18:04] Japa Voheem > =P
[16:20:31] Japa Voheem > Honestly though, I'm not a threat. No need to chuck things in my general direction.
[16:20:42] Japa Voheem > Just want to talk.
[16:21:04] Tusal > i like the face+to+face talks better :)
[16:21:23] Japa Voheem > LoL but you shot me!
[16:21:35] Tusal > just teasing
[16:21:39] Alyxia Onosai > i would shoot you too
[16:22:22] ChalSto > i want to shoot him, too )):
[16:22:23] Japa Voheem > What... is it because I look like a neo post modern Uncle Fester?
[16:22:52] Alyxia Onosai > no, because you are in our turf
[16:23:23] Japa Voheem > Ok... guess this is a box checked for anti social... no problem.
[16:23:30] ChalSto > flying as a neutral into 0.0 space, is like parking a pink motor-cicle at a bikers-bar
[16:23:40] ChalSto > you will die.....fast
[16:23:47] Keatahr Brohm > lol
[16:24:53] Japa Voheem > =(This group follows NBSI rules. ( Not Blue Shoot It )
[16:24:56] Alyxia Onosai > i am really frindly and kind young man, ok. i dont like to take a walk on the beach and i dont help elder ppl over the street but if you got a blue star beyond your name im social ;-)
Disappointing. Well, as much as I liked being chased through the system for a half an hour, (which was kinda fun), I had stuff to do. Like write this and go eat. The gaff about not helping older folk across the street didn't endear them to me either.
In all this, I still haven't found a decent pitstop. I'm guessing that the makers of the alpha pod figured desperation into those holes in the floor. Bastards.
To be continued...
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