I had flown interceptors into combat twice, and had lost one each time. If this trend was going to continue, I was going to need more ships. I wanted a stockpile so that I might jump into another ship and continue the fight after a defeat. The interceptors on the market were expensive and sparse, however. But it so happened that I had heard one of our allies, the great British Space Corporation, had an original blueprint for crusaders. A few evemails later, and I had a deal for a pack of crusaders, sold cheaply because I was going to be using them to defend our alliance’s home.

But most never reached the Great Wildlands.

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That first night in combat with my interceptor had left a deep impression on me. I wanted more. When I logged on again the next morning, I grabbed a shuttle and dived back home. There was another waiting ship in the hangar of Weld I was eager to climb into.

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After a couple of weeks of training and practicing, I thought my interceptor was ready. My microwarpdrive and capacitor skills were now very healthy, I had begun to balance out a ship setup, and I had searched out some rare lasers for that little bit extra effect.

So I flew my crusader into the Great Wildlands for the second time. Eve politics can develop quickly, and ours was a more unstable region than most. Our corporation was a member of the Foundation alliance, who were claiming the Wildlands as their home. When I last visited, we had been in fierce battle with the Kieretsu, but ceasefire had been called some time ago, and they were now our allies. It was relative peace for the Wildlands.

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I lived, but only just. My crippled, flaming interceptor hobbled into the station and into the repairshop. These ships were not going to be easy to fly. The line between invulnerability and death was going to be a fine one, with many factors able to push me to the wrong side. Should be exciting, but I was going to need to be careful. And I was going to need more skills. I realised I had completely neglected all training related to the capacitor in my pursuit of shiny ships. On further searching, there was a large collection of modules I could buy and skills I could train, in order to improve my abilities as the pilot of a ‘ceptor. I had work to do.

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