Day 66 : Defective Work

It is Monday once more. Monday. Back to work. It’s normally the worst day of the week, though tonight I’m out meeting an old friend which should be fun. It means no EVE in the eve, but you have to come up for air sometimes. This EVE will be spent stood outside a pub, pint in hand. internet spaceships vs Beer AND Company? Pah! Well, until tomorrow anyway. Then it will be back to the glory of Internet Spaceships.

This morning I finished checking the moons in the local system. No more pots of gold hanging around waiting to be looted. It was a one off mistake by someone which potentially nets me a lot of cash. I read around POS anchoring a little in the time I had at work which turned out to be not much time at all. It was a bit of a mad, bad day the circumstances of which I won’t get into. Mondays.

Apparently it takes quite a while for a tower to complete anchoring. I’ve done anchoring with secure cans and that takes a minute, it isn’t surprising that would take longer for a control tower. Was the anchoring process underway when I arrived? Where was the anchorer? Hi-sec isn’t so safe that you’d start the process and assume it would finish without interruption.

I’m all over the place this week and unlikely to get much game time. I’ll be squeezing it in here and there so things might get a little dull blog wise for a week. Unlike muttering “250 million” under my breath every five minutes, which is never going to get old. What the hell am I going to do with that thing? Selling it has some initial appeal. Using it to cause some controversy is gaining more traction. Space Noob as Rabble Rouser? We’ll see, I’m tempted to sell it in the same system I took it from, just so it will be obvious. Even better would be in the home station of the corp I took it from.

A quick browse around doesn’t seem to indicate much discernible activity on the part of the members of the corporation that owned the POS. In fact the corp seems to be run by a character that was sold on the forums just before the corporation was formed. Then I find that it looks as if the second character in the corp was sold a month before the corp was formed. Curiouser and curiouser.  The third character I look at joined the corp minutes after being created. All these happen around the same time. The next character I found buying another character about a month after joining the corporation, and the character after that...... I get bored at this point. Being a detective is supposed to be glamorous, or at least provide comedy entertainment in some fashion. I should be wearing a deerstalker hat just to annoy people, driving a Ferrari and wearing a Hawaiian shirt at people, talking in a film noir drawl at people, wearing annoying sunglasses at people. Having ridiculous moustaches should feature at least some of the time. Wandering around evewho.com, EVE Gate itself, EVE kill and all the other sites shouldn’t be part of it at all.

I find more evidence of purchased characters being involved but my detective work is getting slap dash now, defective indeed. One character, the founder of the corporation, cost 35 billion. The corporation is flagged as “Possibly Inactive” on evewho, as is the executive corp of the parent Alliance. The most recent activity I can find is a brand new character that joined the corp three minutes after being born. That was two months ago.

So, a shadowy corporation that sounds like it has been built from scratch via character purchases or new and possibly alt characters. It sounds as if it has been built and then been dumped leaving behind annoying stationary objects. A sudden quit would explain an unanchored POS. I wonder if it was the last thing that happened to the corporation and it has been sat floating in space for the last four or five months. Perhaps no one apart from a noob would tour moons just to look at stuff and so end up finding it. However,  based on following back through the sale of the founder character I start to suspect the entire thing might be a front for someone connected with a big name alliance holding space down in null. I can smell washing powder. Has someone be laundering their identity?

Maybe I am just scaring myself. Time to flog the damn thing and do a runner?