Pat Rehok. . . The idiot buying the Water out of Cistuvaert at twice the price I've been for the last four weeks, is back on the market. Wouldn't bother me so much, but he has it on a 5 jump radius. Time for some radical 'marketing' techniques.
After a lengthy conversation with my Corp CEO, I decided the best course of action to take was to try to get him to bid his price up and then place as much stock in a low sector and sell it all to him. Well, managed to get 17.75ISK per unit profit from him and sold two loads on my Itty in Jovainnon. The rest I sold from the stations around Alentene. A profit without having to collect all the stock together. Not the best profit I could of made, but a very easy one.
The lengthy conversation with Slaach, my CEO, was the pros and cons of actually putting a bounty on his head and tipping off the pirates that frequent the system there that he would be passing through, but he convinced me that this would be classed as piracy... nm... he promoted me to the Industrial Department, so I guess I showed some initiative...
Monday, January 23, 2006
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Day 162 - Pashanai
As well as yesterdays market reports, Bel forwarded an encrypted system name, date/time and jump point within her mailing. We perfected a solitaire encryption many years ago as we were growing up - Bel's parents were miners, and spent a lot of their time in deep space, only returning every couple of cycles. So, because of our famliy history together, it went without saying that my mother would look after Bel during her parents away time, and other than where they lived while mining, our home also became there home. None of this was discussed, talked over or any persuading needed, it just happened, they were as much relatives than any of my blood relatives, so we had a lot of time on our hands and higher maths and encryption was one thing that always interested Bel - and it was this solitaire code that I was looking at now.
A piece of information of this kind only meant one thing, an Amarr supply convoy. Where Bel got her advanced info, I never questioned but it was always good, and if it wasn't, well, it just meant I jumped into empty space.
Parked my Itty in the Amarr Certified News Monitoring Station around III - 2, and shuttled back for Cat.
I jumped into Pashanai, and there were 5 Amarr Navy Indy ships headed for IV - 18, Amarr Constructions. The words 'duck shoot' sprang to mind as I easily out-ranged the large and slow industrial container ships. 89km out from the station and easily within range of the turrets, but always hit them going in. . . as long as the ships don't belong to the station, they won't protect them. I guess that's the Amarr way.
Job done. Bookmarked a warp point back in at the containers and headed back to III - 2 for my Itty. No cause for concern, but double checked to make sure that I wasn't attempting to dock in an Amarr Navy station, or I wouldn't last seconds out of the warp tunnel. Swapped into Itty and headed out, collected the goods and headed straight back to Tourier, with only a small diversion to drop off all the slaves before entering Gallente space.
625 Soil
100 Construction Blocks
132 Guidance Systems
479 Hydro Batteries
188 Silicon
110 Spirits
626 Dairy Products
1020 Frozen Food
83 Mechanical Parts
250 Miniature Electronics
59 Livestock
250 Protein Delicacies
22 Slaves
I just sent Bel 500,000ISK, her share from the haul, as well as the good news of the number of slaves freed. . .
A piece of information of this kind only meant one thing, an Amarr supply convoy. Where Bel got her advanced info, I never questioned but it was always good, and if it wasn't, well, it just meant I jumped into empty space.
Parked my Itty in the Amarr Certified News Monitoring Station around III - 2, and shuttled back for Cat.
I jumped into Pashanai, and there were 5 Amarr Navy Indy ships headed for IV - 18, Amarr Constructions. The words 'duck shoot' sprang to mind as I easily out-ranged the large and slow industrial container ships. 89km out from the station and easily within range of the turrets, but always hit them going in. . . as long as the ships don't belong to the station, they won't protect them. I guess that's the Amarr way.
Job done. Bookmarked a warp point back in at the containers and headed back to III - 2 for my Itty. No cause for concern, but double checked to make sure that I wasn't attempting to dock in an Amarr Navy station, or I wouldn't last seconds out of the warp tunnel. Swapped into Itty and headed out, collected the goods and headed straight back to Tourier, with only a small diversion to drop off all the slaves before entering Gallente space.
625 Soil
100 Construction Blocks
132 Guidance Systems
479 Hydro Batteries
188 Silicon
110 Spirits
626 Dairy Products
1020 Frozen Food
83 Mechanical Parts
250 Miniature Electronics
59 Livestock
250 Protein Delicacies
22 Slaves
I just sent Bel 500,000ISK, her share from the haul, as well as the good news of the number of slaves freed. . .
Friday, January 20, 2006
Day 161 - Tourier
Sitting in Tourier VI -13 Republic Security Services for most of today, just returned from a quick Shuttle to Rens to drop off an implant for Skrathis. But now I'm sitting reading my mail with a Quafe Ultra. Received a batch of market reports from Belynda d'Ane, a Minmatar sang-portolan, (I will at some future point I'm sure, explain more about Bel, but all that needs to be written at this moment is this - although she is a free person, thanks to the action taken by my family over 100 years ago against the Amarr, she, like all her other family members since that time, offers sang-faveur to my existing family). The information Bel garners for me from all the different region markets she travels through is invaluable, and has saved me, as well as earned me, a whole bunch of ISK. Without this continual flow of regional market data, I would prolly be hacking away at rocks in some backwater, rat-infested, dead-end system for years on end.
Silicon and Water. Not great, but that's my main commodities this cycle. Astral Mining seem to churn it out on a continual basis these days, as well as allowing their agents to line the pockets of the freelancers, couriers and wanna-be gunslingers, as mission rewards. An oxymoron if I ever heard one - "go do all this dirty work we can't be bothered to do ourselves, and we'll give you some of this waste product from our mining operations, that we can't sell". But these wet behind the ears academy graduates would accept a tickle under the chin if they thought they were helping the Federation.
Silicon 13,321; Water 26,197; Seems the idiot buying Water region-wide from Cistuvaert for more than double what I've been offering has decided to pull out the market. Hope he enjoys collecting it all up. I should start getting some decent quantities again for the rest of the week. Nearly 2 hauls of Silicon so far; should be a busy and productive end of the week.
Production inform me that my jobs have completed. So an ammo run to Alentene and Luse to drop off some stocks and then set up the sell orders again. Same old, same old. *Note to self: Must train Supply Chain Management soon!
Six days left on Electronics training, and then I hit the R&D guy in Vay. Should be interesting.
Silicon and Water. Not great, but that's my main commodities this cycle. Astral Mining seem to churn it out on a continual basis these days, as well as allowing their agents to line the pockets of the freelancers, couriers and wanna-be gunslingers, as mission rewards. An oxymoron if I ever heard one - "go do all this dirty work we can't be bothered to do ourselves, and we'll give you some of this waste product from our mining operations, that we can't sell". But these wet behind the ears academy graduates would accept a tickle under the chin if they thought they were helping the Federation.
Silicon 13,321; Water 26,197; Seems the idiot buying Water region-wide from Cistuvaert for more than double what I've been offering has decided to pull out the market. Hope he enjoys collecting it all up. I should start getting some decent quantities again for the rest of the week. Nearly 2 hauls of Silicon so far; should be a busy and productive end of the week.
Production inform me that my jobs have completed. So an ammo run to Alentene and Luse to drop off some stocks and then set up the sell orders again. Same old, same old. *Note to self: Must train Supply Chain Management soon!
Six days left on Electronics training, and then I hit the R&D guy in Vay. Should be interesting.
Thursday, January 19, 2006
Day 160 - Old Man Star
Why oh why do I insist on travelling through this system. Last time I passed through here in my shuttle, there were 6 frozen corpses floating around the gate in from Villore.
6546 units of Reports have been lying in my hanger here for far too long I guess.
The trip in was easy enough, warp points laid open in front of me just in case the overview shows up anything in the least suspicious - and that would be basically anything non-industrial bigger than a shuttle - finger on the warp button ready to go. The hanger manager, annoyed he had to be dragged away from his desk - the fact that there is no automated system here proof enough of how little used this station's hangers are - and without a courtesy I waited until he changed the assets log and ok'd me for entry.
With as much cargo my Cat could carry and destination set for Villore, I nudged out of dock, prepared for warp and switched over to autopilot. Immediately out of warp at the gate, and there she was, a Cruiser, already flashing red in my overview. Christobel. 52000km and closing. Turning with as much grace as my Cat could afford me, I immediately set warp to the Senate station around VII - 2, and leaving autpilot on knew that my ship would point straight back to the gate and warp in again. The engines kicked in and 3 vollies hit me broadside. Shields at half and with booster running, Cat trembling, as much due to the gun fire she was under than to the power building in her engines, the warp indicator inching slowly around. Another volley hit, shields fried, but then, a sigh surged through Cat, the tremble throughout her hull stopped, abruptly, and then we were in the warp tunnel. Knowing that the station would offer little protection if Christobel decided to follow, Cat turned on a dime and autopiloted straight back for the gate. With cap down to half and shields restored, my only hope was for the fact that she had followed... I had other deadpoints in the system which I could run to, but cat and mouse is much more fun than hide and seek...
Cat emerged in a rush out of the warp tunnel into empty space. The gate gleaming like a beacon ahead of us. 300m/s was always a speed I was proud that Cat could achieve, but not today. With 5000km left to jump point another beacon lit the sky, glowing red on the overview, but I knew she could never catch us now, "see you later Champ" I issued over local and jumped.
Later, while at Supreme Law Court School around Villore VIII - 2, me and Saryn enjoy a chat and a laugh over a Quafe Ultra while eyeing up legal students passing through the 'fec area, and waiting for the Secure-U, the campus security, to catch-up with us and throw us out. Unless on School business you weren't allowed to use the facilities designated for students. We had made this little corner our own over the last few months, but the rent-a-cops seemed on to us, prolly linked up with the docking systems. We barely manage a second QU these days.
But as I was about to head over to another table, where a bunch of studes had just landed, after a highly demanding lecture no doubt, I noticed another pilot heading our way. He'd spent too much time in the pod - pale, lean, under-nourished, stumbling in an almost intoxicated way and who was to say he wasn't. Many flew blind, blind drunk in a lot of cases. But when he approached and looked with that thousand-yard stare, it was obvious he was clear minded. It was obvious what he was. He was a killer.
"You won't be as lucky next time, 'Champ' ", he said in a low voice.
Both me and Saryn stand-up, I curse as my QU goes over, flows across the table and spills over the edge. I watch it coat one of his boots, then look into his stare.
"Ane" Saryn nods toward the door.
"I wasn't lucky today," I say, "and neither were you."
We head for the exit. Just as security run in. . .
6546 units of Reports have been lying in my hanger here for far too long I guess.
The trip in was easy enough, warp points laid open in front of me just in case the overview shows up anything in the least suspicious - and that would be basically anything non-industrial bigger than a shuttle - finger on the warp button ready to go. The hanger manager, annoyed he had to be dragged away from his desk - the fact that there is no automated system here proof enough of how little used this station's hangers are - and without a courtesy I waited until he changed the assets log and ok'd me for entry.
With as much cargo my Cat could carry and destination set for Villore, I nudged out of dock, prepared for warp and switched over to autopilot. Immediately out of warp at the gate, and there she was, a Cruiser, already flashing red in my overview. Christobel. 52000km and closing. Turning with as much grace as my Cat could afford me, I immediately set warp to the Senate station around VII - 2, and leaving autpilot on knew that my ship would point straight back to the gate and warp in again. The engines kicked in and 3 vollies hit me broadside. Shields at half and with booster running, Cat trembling, as much due to the gun fire she was under than to the power building in her engines, the warp indicator inching slowly around. Another volley hit, shields fried, but then, a sigh surged through Cat, the tremble throughout her hull stopped, abruptly, and then we were in the warp tunnel. Knowing that the station would offer little protection if Christobel decided to follow, Cat turned on a dime and autopiloted straight back for the gate. With cap down to half and shields restored, my only hope was for the fact that she had followed... I had other deadpoints in the system which I could run to, but cat and mouse is much more fun than hide and seek...
Cat emerged in a rush out of the warp tunnel into empty space. The gate gleaming like a beacon ahead of us. 300m/s was always a speed I was proud that Cat could achieve, but not today. With 5000km left to jump point another beacon lit the sky, glowing red on the overview, but I knew she could never catch us now, "see you later Champ" I issued over local and jumped.
Later, while at Supreme Law Court School around Villore VIII - 2, me and Saryn enjoy a chat and a laugh over a Quafe Ultra while eyeing up legal students passing through the 'fec area, and waiting for the Secure-U, the campus security, to catch-up with us and throw us out. Unless on School business you weren't allowed to use the facilities designated for students. We had made this little corner our own over the last few months, but the rent-a-cops seemed on to us, prolly linked up with the docking systems. We barely manage a second QU these days.
But as I was about to head over to another table, where a bunch of studes had just landed, after a highly demanding lecture no doubt, I noticed another pilot heading our way. He'd spent too much time in the pod - pale, lean, under-nourished, stumbling in an almost intoxicated way and who was to say he wasn't. Many flew blind, blind drunk in a lot of cases. But when he approached and looked with that thousand-yard stare, it was obvious he was clear minded. It was obvious what he was. He was a killer.
"You won't be as lucky next time, 'Champ' ", he said in a low voice.
Both me and Saryn stand-up, I curse as my QU goes over, flows across the table and spills over the edge. I watch it coat one of his boots, then look into his stare.
"Ane" Saryn nods toward the door.
"I wasn't lucky today," I say, "and neither were you."
We head for the exit. Just as security run in. . .
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