I have died twice in three days. Twice due to my own fault. Twice due to the same mistake: Carelessness.
On Monday I joined a patrol led by Yishal. Assault Frigates are second nature these days and I have plenty of experience with the Harpy so I thought discussing some PRELI affairs with Lilly at the same time would mean I would get work done while looking for targets. Bad idea! Even more so since the topics discussed were quite serious and I am known to be terrible at multitasking. It is not so much that I cannot manage, but the fact that I want to give my full attention to whatever I do. I informed Yishal I would break away from the fleet and return to Goinard on my own. I should have known better as a few systems before we had learned that gatecamps equipped with remote sensor boosters are quite capable of locking you unless you minimize your align time. So when I jumped into Kamela, and aligned to the next gate, while reading what Lilly was saying, my ship got locked, scrambled and melted before I realized full well what was going on. Instinctively I tried to initiate warp and get my pod to safety but the split second I took to select a celestial was enough for them to get a lock on that as well. Valnurana was quite surprised when I sent her a request to bring me a new set of implants from Dodixie. After all the last set had only been in my head for a good month.
So then yesterday Jude requires an ammo delivery deep down in nulsec, and asks me if I am up for the challenge. Considering it a good learning experience I accept on the terms of him briefing me how to make it there in one piece. After receiving a crash-course on avoiding and surviving bubbles I transfer into a jump clone and take my Buzzard his way. The irony starts when I remark on comms that I often hear nulsec dwellers call lowsec far more dangerous, something I find difficult to understand. “I don’t meet gatecamps all that often, and if I do I know how to slip through them. I never fly my bigger ships unescorted either.”, I say. As I arrive at the nulsec entrance readouts show my adrenaline level spiking. I watch the gate a moment, before shutting off my thoughts and jumping. As my camera drones activate again a surprise awaits me. There are no other capsuleers in this system and there is no bubble on the gate. I am almost disappointed but conclude there might be one further on. Warp, jump, warp, jump, warp, jump and so forth until I reach my destination. No bubbles anywhere. I’ve seen a grand total of five pilots registered, never more than two in the same system. Delivering my cargo I plot the course back home. Jude and Morwen are laughing on voice comms. “Well maybe I’ll die on the way back!”, I retort. Ah, karma must have heard me there. I leave nulsec without meeting any bubbles again, the only thing that seems to be going on around these parts is a group of pilots bringing in ships through cyno. Considering myself safely back into lowsec I continue my course to Goinard while talking over voice comms. Jump, align, cloak, warp, system after system. Until I enter Old Man Star. There’s a good reason I usually plot a course around that system, it’s a place akin to Amamake. But who is going to catch a covert-ops, right? As I align and activate the cloak I receive the message I cannot cloak and hear my ship is getting locked. And then there is no more ship. “Not again”, my last thoughts are before I woke up in another new clone.
While I didn’t lose implants the second loss stings the most. They must have been really fast or my cloak must have broken the moment I came through the gate — they were orbiting it, and I spotted drones — and they had plenty of time while my system adjusted. Three days, and two deaths. Two deaths that could have been avoided by paying the attention needed. Two times I have taken a step closer to the edge. I must not let this happen again any time soon. And yet I must not try and solve it by keeping myself restricted to the confines of our home station. Because that, though not as much as my own carelessness, has a hand in this as well.