The Wormhole Journal of F1ghter Clone – alternate identity of Automerias Priore – member of Ornery Cantankerous Curmudgeons – and once “Duly Appointed Worm Hole Curator”.
I was created strictly to be a Mission running – ISK source for the Automerias Priore Personal Clone Dynasty – but for a few shining months we tried something different – we moved into a quiet, backwater Wormhole – built a POS home front and lived a life as an adventurer. So Automerias Priore is a Miner, Manufacturer, Inventor, researcher and Refining Elite Character specializing in all things science and Industry. He belongs to the PISSD corp (as do I) where he is a commercial strategist. Commercial Strategy is a tough role – requires you to be good at Market analysis and .99 cent warfare but it is rewarding in its own right up until you need the big score .
Well we needed some isk for POS chain so Automerias decided to find a quiet little wormhole. Hence the adventure. We set some pretty high standards for this new vacation spot – Class 3, persistent High Sec entrance, a decent sun with nice bonuses and of course at least 8 planets for juicy anomalies to form around. After 3 candidates we found one – a wonderful little place known as J212304 – home. The corp decided to exploit 3 natural resources within the WH – Gas – Ore and Sleeper Loot. So we put up a POS, set its armaments and began scanning. Several corp members joined us in the POS – WackedWally, Sim Pita, Conestoga Slim, and of course Sokoton. We fought the Sleepers, slurped great gas, and of course mined the ABC’s [Arkonor, Bistot and Crokite].
There were some incidents from time to time and some pretty evil characters came into our paradise but mostly they were looking for kills – not a new home. One morning all of that changed. I woke up jumped into my Imicus and started scanning. A new Tower showed up on the scan! Incredibly while we slept invaders had entered our happy home and put down roots. I scanned out their installation and warped to it at a hundred KM cloaked up and remained still for 4 hours.
I watched while they busily created and anchored a corporate hangar, ammunition array (pretty bad sign) and lots and lots of guns. This was not great news. We called a corp meeting and quickly hatched a plan. We needed to collapse the wormhole and then while it was down pop all their scanning ships as they searched for the new exit. That way we trap anyone in the wormhole and they would soon lose the location of the incoming/outgoing portals. Great plan we massed our collective strength to execute and began hunting.
All hands on deck – in combat ships and tacklers – we began hunting them every time we found probes. After each kill we collapsed the Wormhole and prayed they had no scanners left. This went on for days and soon we were short on supplies – so F1ghter Clone ran out to make a fuel run. All the components necessary to get us up for a month – ferried in and out in an Iteron Mark III – with nice rigs and max cargo space. All is well until that final trip – the last load – and then they raised the stakes. A bubbled Wormhole entrance! The Iteron soon melted around me as I struggled to get free. Then it was the Capsule itself that was under attack and it too soon died.
Fortunately we had moved our medical clones to the high sec system where gate had opened and all I needed to do was buy a fast ship and jump right back in. A shuttle purchased and in I went – hoping that the bubble was down – or at least unattended. As I materialised in the WH I discovered that they had a cloaked member on both sides and the bubble quickly reappeared. They had me again – trapping me and leading to a second missile and arty kill.
It was apparent that this was soon to be a total loss so we entered negotiations with them and discovered that they were very willing to share the WH – and peaceably co-exist. Diplomacy led to rules on anomaly ownership, mineral rights and Sleeper eradication patrols. We lived this way for several weeks – without incident and to our mutual benefit.
Then late one night a sounded alarm rallied all hands – a new group , intent on destruction had entered the WH and begun an assault on our neighbors’ POS. They brought a battleship fleet firing a steady stream of Torpedoes and Cruise missiles, artillery rounds and bright blinding flashlights.
The POS fell past halfway and then continued to die as it was not reinforced. We watched it explode and then the structures popped and the looting began. Something told me we were next. All too right and all too soon our outnumbered force was dispatched and our POS was crushed – at the point of reinforcement a diplomatic dispatch was issued that allowed us 2 hours to evacuate any ships and resources without drawing fire – so we began a rapid evacuation of all that we could haul and true to their word – they did not fire on us – we got out and they got in.
An unexpected end to this chapter in our lives but one that ultimately satisfying from a financial perspective – we gained billions in ISK, gained new skills, tasted rare and exotic ores and learned about teamwork and diplomacy. Other adventures await us and we are ready to grab them! The new is always wonderful and the wonder is something we seek.
F1ghter Clone & Automerias Priore
Ornery Cantankerous Curmudgeons [PISSD]
Arera