Rupture

So I was in the market anyway for a Rupture, since I blew up my old Rifter on a mission, and this guy assured me it had been in spacedock almost always, as the ship originally had belonged to his old grandmother who had died recently and as he flew Hurricane, he really had no use for it.
So we bartered a bit, weighted pro's and con's ands in the end wound up in a bar in the lowest part of the station to discuss progress and loss of true identity due to modernisation and spaceflight, in the morning I woke in his bed, did the walk of shame and after a quick shower went to check out my new find. As you would know it, on closer examination I found micro-fissures all about the hull, the engine missing a couple of parts, it looked like someone had opened up the core with a crowbar and glued it back together again upside down and backwards just to see if it would fit in more space than it originally had used, not to mention the unmentionables I found stuck under the control-console...
But then again, after a little elbow grease, hard work, sweat, tears and some blood spilled, it once again was a mentionable Rupture, and it was mine, all mine.
Of course it had taken just about swallowed up all my funds, so I was back to stripmining anything that didn't move in the first belt I met again just to buy the guns for the gunship, but hey, I didn't mind. Just thinking about cruising round in the fully equipped made-for-destruction (of others) meanmachine ticked away the hours like they were minutes.
I could just see it all... howitzers for long range, autoguns for skirmishes, a missile rack aimed tailwise for the sudden surprise when in 'tactical retreat', a bastard of a tech II shield recharger as I just KNEW I would take too much risk in it, and for the rest just about the best junk I could find... angels and pirates beware!
I named it 'GUN', for obvious reasons, but also because the former owner had named it 'Big Bertha' wich is a name you give to a cow, but never ever to a fine piece of engineered machinery like my new prize.

So while I was getting this all down, of course my mining lasers klonked out, loosing precious minerals all over space as I had forgotten to empty my cargo-hold in time, and still no one from the little new corp I had recently joined had shown up to haul the can into station... Sigh... apparently I had to do all of this myself, the hard way. I remembered that I had left my Mammoth hauler at another station, 5 or so jumps away, stupid me, for a corp mining mission in deeper space. Damn. More time for thieves to pick my barrel apart and steal my hour of hard work... pushing buttons for the automated system to do all the heavy lifting. But... no use moaning about what had not happened (yet anyway), I'd just have to make sure I'd be back in time before can implosion occured.

I was about that time a sudden thought popped into my mind: what if the Rupture is cursed? Everyone knows a story or two about the deadman's gun, a killed ships captain still haunting his vessel...
Luckily my musings were disturbed by a corp-member (I name no names...) coming online under an alias and he was willing to haul my bounty back to station.
While I waited we chatted a bit about current events on the corp-channel. I just thank the gods that it is a secure line and not public or else I would have had my licence to fly revoked due to general sillyness. We swapped stories about cargo-hold parties and I told about once visiting an illegal casino built into some strange-looking Caldari freighter, new ships we were working on and so, again, the Rupture came into talk.
Of course we were so involved in our talk that he hit the retro-thrusters too late and scratched my paintjob, but I decided not to make a fuss... I was happy he was willing to help.
With two hauls the can was empty and we returned, where he insisted on paying full market value, though I said I didn't mind taking one half priced for the corp.

So then it all came together... a skip and a jump... and my new Rupture was ready for business... and I do mean Serieus business.



I know, it's a shitty story with no moral, no real storyline and hardly a plot. Furthermore it's not all completely true and just vaguely based on events that happened. So what. I'd rather live in a romantic version of the world that I spin myself and have some control over then in the bleak grey chaos that is real life... mine has much more colour, and butterflies sometimes. :D

The Legendary Kyraiela Mining Song!

Original was lost in the mists of time... But I have recreated the masterpiece into a new format.
Now all I need is a guitarplayer and we'll record the song to play on EVE-radio!

Mining Song
by Kyraiela

I'm just here mining my own business
playing this here mining song
this mining takes a long long time
so I hope't won't take too long.
that I'm here mining my own business
playing this here mining song
and I hope it won't take long.

I'm just here mining my own business
while playing my guitar
it took me a lot of time to learn
but I hope it takes me far
I'm just here mining my own business
while playing my guitar
and I hope it takes me far

I'm just here mining my own business
in the darkness of the night
and slowly see my cargo filled
by the flickring laser's light
I'm just here mining my own business
in the darkness of the night
in the flickring laser's light

I'm just here mining my own business
while I pray for fame to come
for mining my own business
it just seems easier for some
I'm just here mining my own business
while I pray for fame to come
as it's easier for some

I'm just here, mining, praying, playing
until the time that I might hear
my own words to sound back to me
through the radio so clear
'till then I'll be mining, praying, playing
until the time that I might hear
the radio sound so clear

So if you, hear me calling out some time
just know that I'm like you
out here mining my own business
and sometimes feeling blue
that I am not a famous actor
or a singer out in space
I'm just one of human's race.

I'm just one of human's race.

and it's lonely out in space.

*** wanted: high tech person ***

... to make me a huge secure container with a mininglaser or two rigged on top if it so that it fills itself.

Come to think about it... could someone please explain to me why, if they could create autopilots to bring us to safely into starbases, they can't rig a programmable autopilot I could manage myself to, for example, fly my rig up and down from the miningcan to the starbase and back?

How does a mining-beam work anyway? Does the ore get beamed into the hold? It just appears there suddenly, so I guess so... So a smart techie could rig a tech 2 mining laser with an autpopilot, so it can beam the ore straight into someone ELSE's cargohold... would save alot of time pushing cans about...

Hell.. if you add all those up... someone rig me a ship with programmable autopilot, which can also handle small tasks like mining, pushing out cans, adding to cans, beaming into someone else's cargohold, rig another ship for transport duty, picking up the cans and fly to and fro stations???
It's not like I don't have better things to do than to do all this manually... I am of the silly pursuasion that I actually like lying on a sunny beach on Risa 7 with a lot of drinks from pinapples with umbrella's in them, while hot stuff gently massage sun-block onto me... I don't mind the free cash which the automated mining fleet would generate... really. Business would be booming, tech would soar, minerals would be cheap as shit, and we happy few at the start of all of it would be rich as hell!



Also... If Concord can place those auto-guiding badguy-shooting guns of them around gates, why not place them right at the doorstep of those mean but awefully stupid (yes, it's misspelled on purpose; their so stupid I can watch them with awe and wonder, head-on taking on ships which clearly outclass them... can you say deathwish??) NPC rat-groups which keep popping up at missions and in belts Every Damn Time! Just massproduce those guns and I'll set em up in the 0.1 to mine there. Hell, if everyone just buys one well have the safest universe anywhere.


And another thing. Could those Agents just got off their lazy asses and do the jobs they provide to others. I mean.. Every Time I meet up with one, he's just sitting there with that blank stare, eyeballing me!


ARG! If things were only as I wanted them to be... life would be so much better... I know... I'll run for Galactic President!! VOTE FOR ME! :D A vote for Kyraiela means a vote for Revolution against the settled order who abuse us!

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In this blog I will post all my deepest thoughts, ramblings and muses, so bookmark it and keep coming back. :)

For now, I'd like to close with a description of my deeper self, as was my general Bio before I started this blog.

I go where I am lead by life and destiny.
I am a Child of the Stars in every way imaginable.
Yes, I dance naked in the pale moonlight.
Yes, I keep my face up towards the rain.
Yes, I sex with both the male and female.
Yes, I know the Rede by heart and soul.
Yes, I believe that one should do no harm (unless harm is done to you)
Yes I bless the Sidhe for fulfilling my wishes.
Yes, I see the world in every detail and magick.

I am lead by my gift of sight and soul, and am grateful for every day I am given.