One thing I have noticed during my travels throughout highsec space is just how quiet it is, there could be over 100 people in local, and not a single word is uttered between those players. This makes me sad, so I like to encourage discourse where possible.
This time we have a variety of random encounters and miscellaneous short messages to look through, as I travel around, and get to know, the denizens of high security space.
Occasionally you’ll find that players give their MTUs all kinds of humorous names, this one had me laughing for a lot longer than it perhaps should have.
I like receiving messages like these in local, they always bring a smile to my face. Usually when I receive these kinds of comments, they are often hit-and-run in nature, with the pilot having left the system before I get a chance to respond. I usually send them a mail afterwards in such cases
Sweetdevil was surprised to see one of the Federation’s greatest enemies warp into her asteroid belt; bloody Cardies. After this exchange in local she opened a private convo with me asking for advice on how to become a pirate. After some basic advice, I directed her towards one of my more pirate-natured friends.
Here’s that killmail for you; AngelEyezTheDemon had lost her Myrmidon to NPCs the day before I found her MTU, which contained the contents of the wreck of her vessel. Finding an MTU that had sucked-up the wreck of it’s owner is actually quite common these days, more so than it used to be, I suspect foul play may be at work but I’ll go into more detail on that another day.
MTU Hunters beware, there are hunters out there who are aren’t hunting MTUs, instead they are hunting the hunters. Although, those “in the know” will understand that in this specific example, not everything was as it seemed. I won’t go into more detail here, but needless to say, Bladewise runs quite the remarkable operation out of many of EVE’s busiest mission hubs.
Maja Chou spotted me on D-scan as I was probing-down an MTU in the system of Shaha. I am unsure what “tz tz” means, however, given the context, it may be a form of “tsk tsk” therefore implying that I’m doing something naughty. MTU Hunting isn’t naughty though, it’s a valued profession, so if anyone can shed any light on this, please leave a comment below.
That’s all for this edition of Vocal Local, but there is plenty more to come. If you see me in local, don’t be afraid to strike up a conversation with me, even a simple wave can go a long way. Who knows, you might find yourself featured in a future edition of this series.