Originally by: Artemis Rose

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As a response to your thread, I wish to impart you with a tale of a personal nature. I was but a wee lass, many a moon and patch ago..

I was skipping and singing J-Pop songs to myself on the bridge of my mighty Covetor, as my loyal autopilot took me carefully to the battle-fortress called 5exploitin Mountain for work. Over the summer, I used my supreme Internet Lawyer Degree to score an internship at H4Xin Figs Corporation as a little fig. Life was good, we spent our times debating the latest h4x and what considered okay and figgish. We tirelessly debated on cutting edge strategies, and my team did the work on the proper use and installation of the logoffski drive. My trusty internet lawyer smrtz and my plucky desire to achieve excellence lead me to perfect the logoffski drive currently installed in every spaceship.

I'm getting a bit off topic, but I will digress to the moment when I was forcibly removed from 5exploitin Mountain and my internship was terminated. I was called to the headfig's office and I needed to make a presentation. I had the brilliant idea involving these wonderful stations, unofficially known by their informal term as a "kickout stations". When your unsuspecting victim was thrust, speeding off into a dangerous world, he would not be able to immediately redock in safety and a valuable window of griefing is opened. While this was common knowledge to my superior figs, I thought of a new way to enhance the griefing process. One could warp a smartbomb battleship (disco ballz) roughly 7-8km from the undock ramp of this station. After an expertly executed string of commands f1-f8, the disco ballz could vaporize small vessels instantly.

After hearing my presentation, the headfig was :disappoint:. He secretly hoped I would prove myself worthy enough to be transfered into the :THE SPHERE: subdivision basement levels, but my h4xin was just not up to par. He spat his 9001 year old Scotch at me and raged to the best of his ability, "That is common knowledge to anybody fitting a smartbomb, get out of my office NOW! I never want to see you in h4xin figs 5exploitin Mountain EVER AGAIN"

I was in shambles. I wandered into seedy places in lowsec, and did inappropriate things to innocent pod pilots. I yelled and screamed over local comms, I fired autocannons at pods. I sold my beloved Covetor to get another hit of blue pill. I went bad, I went rogue.. but I never forgot my days as an intern at the Mountain. Flash forward to that fateful day I saw you, fgft Athonille, in Hagilur. You were outside of a kickout station, just floating there. I ordered my starship to warp to that station.. and when my Rokh class battleship arrived, you instantly docked. It was perfect, it was fate. I knew exactly what to do. I engaged my engines and slowly crawled to a spot.. 8km off the docking ramp. I waited. You undocked. With a show of stunning reflexes, I executed a brilliant chain of commands to my starship and was rewarded with the warm glow of smartbombs, and sweet pod goo splattering all over my ship. Oh sweet success.



tl:dr You docked in a kickout, cry me a river. Also, I saved your bad thread.

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