We had a ride to the eastern side of Washington, over 20 and through the beautiful northern forest-scape. Visited with family, and had an early dinner with Mom. Sunday we rode back through the mountains... raining all the way through, past the snow and down into the lowlands. Barely caught the ass-end of the ferry. We made it, the return trip sucked.
When we got home, we found the intruding PoS semi-fit and active pilots flying around. After a brief discussion we asked thier intentions and got a 'light' blue standing between us. Serious, a neutral standing would have gotten them dead. We have a full PoS killing crew on standby, and mercs for hire are always liking a good pos bash. ( as long as you have the cash )
The alts are back in the home hole, and the mains are set up in the new hole. Refitting all the ships from travel, and starting the process of tearing down the old PoS. Skill queues are running down for the summer expansion, and two new scout alts are being readied for long-term placement.
LT;DR We rode motorcycles, we now ride our ships into space.
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