Showing posts with label War. Show all posts
Showing posts with label War. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Lazy Pirate Slaughtered by Genetisystems Security Forces

The ongoing three-week old border conflict between the annoying to type H.O.U.S.E. corporation and stalwart Genetisystems corporation flared up again last night when a small squadron of Genetisystems pilots hunted and destroyed a prominent member of H.O.U.S.E.

"I think he floated out of station by accident," explained Train Tracks, member of the successful squadron. "Then we beat the shit out of him."

The pirate's Pilgrim was valued at well over 100 Million ISK.

"I'm not sure he was even in the right window when he undocked" said Allya Modrane, CEO. Modrane is referring to the pod pilot interface that allows for others to view important sites like PodCloneBook and "games" like AsteroidVille.

As the night continued H.O.U.S.E. lost an additional Drake Battlecruiser to the noble Genetisystems forces.

The total losses of the *sigh* H.O.U.S.E. corporation have totaled almost 400 Million ISK to date, with an unknown number of losses associated with potential pilot implants. Though Genetisystems is not without casualties, the balance is clearly in the scrappy corporations favor.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Genetisystems on the Move

The Daily Poddite had a pilot embedded with the 1st Genetisystems Expeditionary Fleet currently operating out of an undisclosed low security system. The Genetisystems Board of Directors has unanimously approved a measure to expand operations into low security space with a space station.

A Buzzard flies reconnaissance for a loaded Mastodon transport

Genetisystems fleet in cloak. 

Uncloaked and moving through space.
All photos taken by Stetin.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Haajinen War Chronicles: Complete Series

I thought it'd be best to create a post that contains all four entries in one spot.

Part 1: The Quiet Retreat
Part 2: Collateral Damage
Part 3: Spy Games
Part 4: The Deep Strike

Overall the war was fairly interesting. We learned a lot about EVE and how to fly. Ultimately, though, the war wasn't on our terms and therefore conflicted with how we like to play. But, that's EVE sometimes. I had other parts of this story envisioned, but ultimately I became busy with work and we largely hung out in station waiting for the war to end.

Enjoy the fiction! Comments welcome, as always.

Haajinen War Chronicles: The Deep Strike

This is the final entry in the series. Part 1 can be read here. Part 2 can be read here. Part 3 can be read here

The mercenary operates alone. He flies incredibly expensive ships and engages in warfare constantly. Such activities are incredibly costly – wars always are – and we realized that the ISK to fund such a style of operation had to come from a source other than the wars.

Haajinen War Chronicles: Spy Games

This is Part 3 of a series. Part 1 is here, with Part 2 here


Throughout the day our fleet and the mercenary played cat and mouse games. No more engagements took place because neither side ever had the advantage they sought. We did, however, begin to notice some peculiar behavior that added yet another twist to the conflict.

Haajinen War Chronicles: Collateral Damage

This is Part 2 of a series. Part 1 can be read here. 

Using locator agents we were able to pin down our assailant in the system of Uemisaisen. Resolved to not fall prey to his strategy we formed a fleet and presented ourselves in full force. The Genetisystems fleet knew it could not stand up to the mercenary’s skills and firepower individually or even in small squadrons. We also knew we didn’t want to be remotely subtle about our intentions to defend ourselves.

Haajinen War Chronicles: The Quiet Retreat

New Eden is a galaxy filled with opportunity typically reserved for those who seek it. It’s a portion of space that will often leave you alone if you remain hidden, but eventually conflict will find you. And so it was for Genetisystems on the morning of September 11 when a declaration of war was sent to every member’s personal mailbox.