Doors

Korendis stared at the door from his quarters, as much as he wanted to go through it, to find a drink, and maybe a woman, his month long expedition into W-space had left him utterly weary. Tomorrow, I’ll do it tomorrow.
Drifting off to sleep he couldn't help but remember another similar door.
“Enter” came the admirals terse command “Take a seat.”
Easing into the guest chair, across the luxurious antique desk from the admiral, he couldn't help but notice the man’s expression. The same one his families slaves had when set to a distasteful task.
“I have completed your performance review. Your scores were all excellent as usual, you still have a tendency to interpret orders in a rather more creative way than your superiors may intend, but you generally show excellent judgement and complete your assignments well within desired parameters.”
“However, I do not feel that at this time you are suited for promotion.”
Korendis was speechless, he knew he had the best combat record of any of his contemporaries.
“Maybe when you have a little more experience  we will be able to find a suitable command for you” the admiral said, just as he had at the last review.
“Anyway, I have a new assignment for you. You are to proceed to our logistic support station in Youl and report to Captain Mabat, he will brief you”
“Captain Mabat?”
“Yes, I just gave Pavari his promotion, his father Senator Mabat requested him specifically for this assignment”
No wonder the bastard had looked so smug when Korendis had seen him earlier. His aristocratic family had obviously pulled some strings to get him promoted, Korendis knew that Pavari Mabat's combat record was much poorer than his own. He choked back the comment he was about to make.
“I had better prepare my ship for departure then admiral, unless there is anything else?”
“I believe that is everything, you are dismissed.”
That couldn't be more true seethed Korendis. He rose and saluted.
“Long live the Empress”
The admiral waved his hand in dismissal, already turning back to his monitor.
Korendis awoke, the bitter memory still hurting after all this time.
He checked his chronometer, he had only dozed for a few minutes. Screw it he thought, as he pulled on his crumpled jacket, there's still time for that drink.




I’ve been spending quite a lot of time in eve recently staring at a door. I generally dual box, so running captains quarters is pretty much impossible, the performance hit is just not worth it.
Of course I’ve spent the last few weeks living out of a POS, so it wasn’t that much of an issue anyway, but when docked in the NPC stations I still find it frustrating to not be able to tell which character is on which screen at a glance from looking at the ship as I could previously. And more than once I’ve undocked the right character in the wrong ship
I’m not going to do an in-depth discussion of what incarna was and wasn’t, honestly its been done to death.
But I did put a poll up on a couple of forums, just out of interest, to get some idea how many people were using CQ. And I thought I would post the results here since I cant believe I am the only person interested. Obviously the numbers are rather low and responders are self selected so I make no claim to accuracy, but it would be interesting to see CCP’s numbers on how many people are using it overall.

The results:
Using CQ: 7
Not using CQ 22
Using CQ sometimes: 7

I didn’t format the polls the same, which was stupid, but the majority of those not using it gave performance issues as the main reason. Either just straight performance or the increased loading times.

New Beginnings

Korendis slammed his fist into the console. "god damn it all" he stared again at the words on the screen.

A few minutes ago I received the last and final order.
BMC will be shut down.

The group who gave him a reason to carry on after his loss of faith in the empire was to be no more.
This really was the end. No 11th hour reprieve would come,  the founder and executor of The Blood Money Cartel, Skira Ranos, would not relent; the decision was irrevocable and the cartel would be shut down.
The sadness and anger Korendis felt was tempered only by his determination. This will not be the end, my brothers in the cartel will not be cast adrift alone into the universe.
Soon the seed of an idea had grown into something more, the paperwork was done, the documents signed, position of CEO of Blood Money Dark Angels was transferred to Korendis and he would forge something new from the ashes of the cartel.




So, The Blood Money Cartel [BMC] is no more. I am very saddened by this. When I restarted EVE in September 2010, I decided rather quickly that piracy would be my career of choice. I looked around for a pirate corp who would accept PvP novices and train them to be fearsome pirates. BMC fitted the bill, and I found after their rather harrowing application procedure that they were a great bunch of guys, knowledgeable, friendly, bloodthirsty and funny. Since then BMC has become almost a second family to me. However, we have recently had several officers go MIA. Either through RL issues, boredom with EVE or moving on to new things within New Eden.
Our Acting Executor Adrian Schultz has been doing a great job, but the strain of nearly two years of training up new recruits only to have them move on once they have become competent pirates has become too much for him and he has decided to step down. It was not possible to find someone Skira, knew or trusted well enough, or with the experience to run a training programme,  or who actually wanted to do the job. So the decision has been taken to close things now while the cartel still has a good reputation rather than see it become a shadow of its former self, limping along until it is forced to close with a whimper of ignominy.   
I have taken on the leadership of the Blood Money Dark Angels [BMDA], our former corp for mission alts, in order to give a home to the members left without a corp due to the closure a place to be.
Time will tell whether this is a temporary measure and people can be allowed to find a new home at their own pace, or whether I can grow the corp into a feared and respected organisation in its own right.