The New Home

Maeve stared nervously at her directional scan reports, spamming refresh every 10 seconds.

Despite the fact that every connecting hole had eyes, and there was an active wing of the fleet quite literally looking for a fight, Maeve was reminded by looking at her records, that the majority of her losses were in industrial ships, in situations quite like these. Ships where she could not defend herself, or back-up wasn't quick enough to get to her.

This combined with the fact that she was commander of her little mining wing, her finger hovered nervously over the "warp fleet" button, just in case someone decided they'd make a sneak in and make quick work of them. Because, that is just how it happens out in the nothing.

There were many observances Maeve had made since they'd moved in their new class of wormhole. A bigger, larger, and richer wormhole.

ADHCs vacation had taught them that they could indeed live in a wormhole without having to choose between being gleefully poor pvp crazed animals, or rich bored site runners.

The first, and obvious observation is there are many sites to be had, and in that is much more profit, not to mention a constant feed of things to do.

Second observation, despite that it seems less frequent, pvp has become much larger and intense than the small gangs we had become accustomed to in our lower class WH.

Fleets of 30+ aren't such a shock now, back when we thought we were high rollin with a fleet of 7.

I will confess the carebear in me is glad to have so many more rich sites to attend to..... but it is equally fun to engage in some larger scale skirmishes mixed in with your traditional smaller roaming WH gangs.