The Boring Life Of A Miner In Eve: Difference between revisions

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Falek hesitated at the end of the corridor, torn between cycling through the ~~hanger~~ hatch to his Orca-class ship, *Stone Cold Shaft*, and turning around and heading back to bed. The deep space miner hated to admit it, but yesterday's holobriefing didn't fill him with a whole lot of confidence.

Falek hesitated at the end of the corridor, torn between cycling through the hangar hatch to his Orca-class ship, *Stone Cold Shaft*, and turning around and heading back to bed. The deep space miner hated to admit it, but yesterday's holobriefing didn't fill him with a whole lot of confidence.

The petite briefing officer complied with all the legal niceties of explaining fleet organization to him and the other miners. She showed remote repping battleships, a handful of cruisers, a Scorpion, and the usual assortment of salvagers, scouts, and hackers. She even let slip some of the cruisers would be T3s. She purred about the wealth of Fullerite gas, Arkonor, Bistot, Mercoxit, and Crokite just floating around ripe for the taking. All just a few jumps away. "A piece of cake," she pronounced with a smile.

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Her smile froze. Her eyes narrowed. Frost coated her words. "We'll protect you. Just crush big rocks into small rocks and collect the ores." She recovered in an instant, warmth oozing back into her tone. "I mean, it is a Class 4. You have to expect some problems if you want to..." She paused, waiting to wring every shred of attention from the collected miners. They leaned forward to hear. She dropped her voice down an octave. Husky. Sexy. "...earn four times the reward!"

Damned if all those hard-core miners didn't melt there and then, clamoring to join the expedition. She never took her eyes off Falek. It was less a battle of wills than an admission that at least one miner in the group thought ahead. A thin slit of a smile ghosted across her face, vanishing as she collected final approvals from the miners and dispensed flight op plans and assignments. Falek was last to sign his approval, but he made sure he had the night to reconsider. Then came morning and the walk to the ~~hanger~~.

Damned if all those hard-core miners didn't melt there and then, clamoring to join the expedition. She never took her eyes off Falek. It was less a battle of wills than an admission that at least one miner in the group thought ahead. A thin slit of a smile ghosted across her face, vanishing as she collected final approvals from the miners and dispensed flight op plans and assignments. Falek was last to sign his approval, but he made sure he had the night to reconsider. Then came morning and the walk to the hangar.

Standing in front of the hatch, he remained unsure. He could still bail and pay the penalty. It'd cost him some isk and some status. He worked hard to progress from Retriever to Hulk to Orca. Level V certifications for Leadership, Cybernetics, Drones, Mining Foreman, and Mining Director made him a certifiable mining geek. That would not change no matter the outcome.

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Maybe that cutie of an officer had it right after all, Falek thought. It's an adventure. We all started out that way -- just looking for a little bit of adventure. Mining was the fast way to see how much adventure a man could stand. Some took to the solitude of the mining life for a time and moved onto big ships with big guns. Others joined expeditions like these to share the danger and the bounty.

Falek slid his card through the lock and leaned forward while the retinal scanner and DNA sniffer worked their magic. The hatch to the ~~hanger~~ bay hissed open and he stepped onto a balcony and into the din of preparations.

Falek slid his card through the lock and leaned forward while the retinal scanner and DNA sniffer worked their magic. The hatch to the hangar bay hissed open and he stepped onto a balcony and into the din of preparations.

Before him ranged the expedition's ships, from the battleships through the cruisers all the way down to the converted destroyers modified to be scavengers. He couldn't miss the pair of Hulks going along and was glad he didn't have to pay for them. In the last few weeks, Hulk pricing almost doubled from 100 million isk to 190 million isk. Soros, that rogue, was probably playing market games again.

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-Falek hesitated at the end of the corridor, torn between cycling through the hanger hatch to his Orca-class ship, *Stone Cold Shaft*, and turning around and heading back to bed. The deep space miner hated to admit it, but yesterday's holobriefing didn't fill him with a whole lot of confidence.
+Falek hesitated at the end of the corridor, torn between cycling through the hangar hatch to his Orca-class ship, *Stone Cold Shaft*, and turning around and heading back to bed. The deep space miner hated to admit it, but yesterday's holobriefing didn't fill him with a whole lot of confidence.
 The petite briefing officer complied with all the legal niceties of explaining fleet organization to him and the other miners. She showed remote repping battleships, a handful of cruisers, a Scorpion, and the usual assortment of salvagers, scouts, and hackers. She even let slip some of the cruisers would be T3s. She purred about the wealth of Fullerite gas, Arkonor, Bistot, Mercoxit, and Crokite just floating around ripe for the taking. All just a few jumps away. "A piece of cake," she pronounced with a smile.
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 Her smile froze. Her eyes narrowed. Frost coated her words. "We'll protect you. Just crush big rocks into small rocks and collect the ores." She recovered in an instant, warmth oozing back into her tone. "I mean, it is a Class 4. You have to expect some problems if you want to..." She paused, waiting to wring every shred of attention from the collected miners. They leaned forward to hear. She dropped her voice down an octave. Husky. Sexy. "...earn four times the reward!"
-Damned if all those hard-core miners didn't melt there and then, clamoring to join the expedition. She never took her eyes off Falek. It was less a battle of wills than an admission that at least one miner in the group thought ahead. A thin slit of a smile ghosted across her face, vanishing as she collected final approvals from the miners and dispensed flight op plans and assignments. Falek was last to sign his approval, but he made sure he had the night to reconsider. Then came morning and the walk to the hanger.
+Damned if all those hard-core miners didn't melt there and then, clamoring to join the expedition. She never took her eyes off Falek. It was less a battle of wills than an admission that at least one miner in the group thought ahead. A thin slit of a smile ghosted across her face, vanishing as she collected final approvals from the miners and dispensed flight op plans and assignments. Falek was last to sign his approval, but he made sure he had the night to reconsider. Then came morning and the walk to the hangar.
 Standing in front of the hatch, he remained unsure. He could still bail and pay the penalty. It'd cost him some isk and some status. He worked hard to progress from Retriever to Hulk to Orca. Level V certifications for Leadership, Cybernetics, Drones, Mining Foreman, and Mining Director made him a certifiable mining geek. That would not change no matter the outcome.
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 Maybe that cutie of an officer had it right after all, Falek thought. It's an adventure. We all started out that way -- just looking for a little bit of adventure. Mining was the fast way to see how much adventure a man could stand. Some took to the solitude of the mining life for a time and moved onto big ships with big guns. Others joined expeditions like these to share the danger and the bounty.
-Falek slid his card through the lock and leaned forward while the retinal scanner and DNA sniffer worked their magic. The hatch to the hanger bay hissed open and he stepped onto a balcony and into the din of preparations.
+Falek slid his card through the lock and leaned forward while the retinal scanner and DNA sniffer worked their magic. The hatch to the hangar bay hissed open and he stepped onto a balcony and into the din of preparations.
 Before him ranged the expedition's ships, from the battleships through the cruisers all the way down to the converted destroyers modified to be scavengers. He couldn't miss the pair of Hulks going along and was glad he didn't have to pay for them. In the last few weeks, Hulk pricing almost doubled from 100 million isk to 190 million isk. Soros, that rogue, was probably playing market games again.