Tag: EVE

Filed by E

I set off from [redacted] with a cup of lukewarm station coffee and absolutely no emotional readiness for what awaited me in Odebeinn. My destination?
My asset safety containers—those last little time capsules of my old life in Pandemic Horde.

And apparently I wasn’t the only one making the pilgrimage.

The system was buzzing when I arrived. You could practically smell the desperation and nostalgia in the air—like a garage sale hosted by people who hadn’t slept since the eviction. Former Horde pilots were lined up at the station like we were waiting for concert tickets:

• folks in shuttles
• folks in stabbed haulers
• folks in ships that looked like they’d been duct-taped together after MTO2
• and one guy who was clearly still drunk from the farewell fleet

I grabbed my containers and cracked them open, bracing for impact. Yep—there it was: the strange mix of junk, treasure, and “why did I even own this” that asset safety always dredges up.

A T1 salvager.
Four mismatched drones.
Two cyno generators I absolutely did not need.
A stack of ammo I don’t even use anymore.
And a single, lonely killmail token from… 2019?

Perfect yard sale material.

Around me, the station trade window was flickering nonstop as pilots fire-sold everything that wasn’t bolted down. Prices were dropping faster than my morale during the eviction. The market graph for the day probably looked like a cliff.

I listed my own pile of “please, someone, take this” items, wished them well on their journey to someone else’s hangar, and stepped back to take in the scene.

It was weirdly comforting—this unspoken reunion of evacuees, all of us pretending we were “just liquidating assets” instead of quietly grieving the end of an era. No big declarations, no speeches… just a bunch of ex-Horde nerds pawning off our past for a few ISK and the chance to finally move on.

Once my sell orders were up, I stretched, exhaled, and set course back to [redacted].

Another chapter closed.
Another station cleared.

o7

Filed by E

Some people wake up, stretch, make coffee, and start their day.

I wake up, stretch, make coffee, and immediately inhale a cloud of compressed fullerite because I’ve been huffing gas in a wormhole since dawn.

The C50 cloud I found wasn’t the richest thing in Anoikis, but it was quiet, unoccupied, and no one tried to decloak me with a polarized Loki, so by wormhole standards it was practically a spa day. After my Venture’s hold was full and my nerves were only medium-jangled, I scanned down a highsec connection and slipped through.

And surprise — I landed just nine jumps from Amarr.
A miracle. A blessing. A trap?
Hard to say.

I docked in the first NPC station I could find and dumped my haul into a neat little bin, then contracted it to my close friend — let’s call her IR, professional space-trucker and part-time sanity-preserver. IR was on the other side of the universe doing whatever haulers do (which as far as I can tell involves 90% boredom, 5% paperwork, and 5% screaming while burning an MWD through bubbles).

IR responded to my contract with:
“On it.”

No hesitation.
No questions.
Just the resigned energy of someone who has accepted that their explorer-friend lives in the abyss and occasionally needs extraction.

She sprinted across nullsec and lowsec like a madperson, dodged the usual array of local lunatics, and made it to Amarr — only to discover that her previous Occator had… mysteriously vanished. (Her words. Not mine.)

So she bought a new Occator, on the spot.
As one does, apparently.

While she fitted it, I poked around the trade hub and watched the ever-present swarm of gankers circling like vultures with blasters. The usual crowd: Tornado pilots pretending they’re subtle, Catalyst pilots pretending they can count to 15, and one guy who kept broadcasting “GIANT MINING FLEET IN KAMIO, GO GO GO” for no reason I could discern.

Just Amarr things.

Eventually IR undocked in her shiny new hauler, threaded the gauntlet of suicide Catalysts, managed not to explode, picked up my gas, and whisked it off to be sold for a tidy sum. I, meanwhile, dove back into the wormhole where the local Sleeper population was still mad at me for existing.

Just a typical day when you live in j-space:

• Huff gas ✔️
• Find exit ✔️
• Dump loot on hauler ✔️
• Watch hauler perform heroics ✔️
• Avoid the Amarr gank circus ✔️
• Return to the void ✔️

Sometimes I wonder why people live anywhere else.

Fly sneaky, fly safe-ish, and tip your haulers.
o7

Filed by E

Signal Cartel’s Sunday Coffee Time is normally one of my favorite rituals — a cozy little gathering where everyone sips something warm (real or metaphorical), parks their ships somewhere safe-ish, and discusses whatever corners of New Eden have been particularly strange that week.

This past Sunday’s topic? Nullsec happenings.
More specifically: Pandemic Horde leaving PanFam and abandoning the Dronelands.

Perfectly fine. Perfectly reasonable. Perfectly neutral.

Or… it should have been.

Instead, our host for the day was a very enthusiastic, very unapologetic Goonsquad member, and the conversation took on the kind of tone you’d expect when someone wearing full faction colors swears they’re being “objective.”

There was no subtlety.
There was no diplomacy.
There was only:

• “No love lost!”
• “Good riddance!”
• …and several cheerful reminders that he was, in fact, Imperial, as if anyone in the channel had missed it.

Meanwhile there I sat — a freshly relocated explorer, recently evicted from the Dronelands, my old home still metaphorically smoldering behind me. I had my mug, my microphone muted, and my camera off, nodding along politely like a diplomat trapped at the world’s most uncomfortable brunch.

I considered speaking up.
I considered clarifying.
I even considered saying “o7 but please stop stepping on my feelings.”

But… I’m still new to Signal Cartel. I don’t want to disrupt the peace, especially when everyone else was sipping coffee like it was the most normal thing in the universe to listen to a victory lap disguised as a fireside chat.

So I just sat there.

Smiling through my capsule.
Quietly absorbing the most awkward caffeine-infused hour I’ve had since joining the corp.

At least the coffee was good.
And at least next week’s topic is “favorite wormhole weather,” which has statistically fewer emotional landmines.

Fly your way o7

Filed by E

I’ve always wanted to see Steve — the very first Avatar-class titan ever built in New Eden. Some capsuleers tour battlefields or markets; I tour historical hulls. So when Signal Cartel put together a fleet to pay respects, I was absolutely, immediately, embarrassingly onboard (of course I didn’t know when I signed up that we would be headed to Steve, it was all kept private for… reasons, but still you get the picture. I was excited.).

We launched from the Turnur hub, bright-eyed and in good spirits, only to discover that someone from nullsec had taken an interest in us. A lone Interdictor trailed behind like an overeager mall cop. Eventually, they managed to give one of our pilots an early express trip home via a questionable bubble. The fallen pilot gave us their blessing to continue.

Then came the moment of FC… let’s call it “navigational jazz.”

We were warped — confidently, decisively — to the wrong wormhole. Half the fleet went one direction, the rest went somewhere completely different, and I briefly wondered whether I should start leaving breadcrumbs like a fairy tale child in space. But we reformed without issue, a small victory for professionalism (or sheer luck), and set off again with only light heckling of the FC.

Our destination? Goonswarm Federation’s home staging area. Yes, that one. Yes, on purpose.

Sixteen jumps through nullsec isn’t exactly relaxing. My palms were sweating inside my Heron, which shouldn’t be scientifically possible. But Signal Cartel fleets are strange creatures: half sightseeing trip, half meditation circle. We made it through intact, landed on the main Keepstar, and activated our hugs — the signature gesture of friendliness, bewilderment, and “please don’t shoot us, we’re weird.”

Local was surprisingly calm. The Goons were polite-ish, confused, but not immediately hostile — likely because we weren’t shooting, tethering, or doing anything more threatening than quietly loitering on their front porch. SC pilots were, as expected, impeccable. Graceful. Humble. There is no group in New Eden better at being both harmless and vaguely mystical.

We offered our hugs. They accepted them with varying degrees of suspicion. Then someone in local gently reminded us that their home system was, in fact, not a wormhole, and perhaps we had lost our way.

Before we could clarify that it was a visit, not an accident, they extended a complementary service: an efficient, unrequested, all-expenses-paid Pod Express straight back to Zoohen. No forms to fill out. No queues. Just a sudden bright flash and a loading screen.

Once back in Zoohen, we regrouped, slightly crispy but cheerful. Steve had been visited. Goons had been hugged. And I had survived a nullsec road trip with only one detour, one bubble casualty, and one involuntary fast-travel experience.

Honestly? I’d call it a success.

Fly your way. o7

If you had of asked me 2 years ago if I thought I’d be living in NullSec, with Pandemic Horde, I probably would have laughed. I always thought NS was forbidden, and I left it at that. Then I learned about Pandemic Horde, and their NBI program.

The NBI program gave ships & lessons to anyone who joined Pandemic Horde Inc, no matter their background. We were allowed to fly in Dronelands in a handful of areas without being required to do heavy security checks. This was good, and bad. It left PH open to a lot of AWOX (where your own alliance mate turns and attacks you, or leads enemies to you), but that also brought some content. A lot of corporations within the alliance really disliked PHI because of their open door policy. There was a lot of paperwork involved.

Moving forward, PH has decided to change how PHI operates, and they won’t be marked blue to INIT (even now, in PHI I am neutral to most of my old alliance mates). Pandemic Horde Inc will be left out of the alliance, and this also means they cannot be wardecked. This is a sharp and drastic change to the PHI that I’ve known for the past two years. I have no idea where PH is headed, but crashing with INIT has a timeframe of 10 weeks.

There is a new branch of Pandemic Horde called Cool Beans, and it ESI is required (and has other basic security checks). Activity is also a requirement to join. We’re meant to be “graduating” from PHI to this new corporation.

I’ve done my fair share of PVP over the past two years with my PHI character. I also floated between gated / non-gated corporations within the alliance as I tried to find a good fit for my playstyle and casualness. I am a creature of habit, and the past two weeks in game have been a LOT of changes. I’m frustrated and angry with so many things, and I don’t like that in my video games.

I don’t feel like Pandemic Horde is the right corporation for me any more. I don’t feel like the changes align with how I want to play, and I especially don’t like the lack of control I have about this whole situation. I understand I am a single nobody in a whole ocean of nobodies, but it is absolutely up to me to make sure I am having the sort of game experience that I want. If I’m not, it’s up to me to change that. I also don’t like how chat has been reduced to “suck it up buttercup” if anyone complains, and how somehow we’re not “true pandemic horde members” if we are uncomfortable with how this shit show went down, or if we want to get off of the sinking ship.

I have not left yet. I’m trying very hard to make educated decisions without letting my frustration about the situation take over. I think it will just take more time.

Fly your way o7