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Target Caller: My Wife’s Opinion About Our Move Op…

November 18, 2014

In the world of jump fatigue, moving RP’s assets from Tenal to Deklein isn’t just a matter of catching a couple cynos anymore.  No, moving assets even two regions away is now a harrowing, white-knuckled excursion where your ship is slower than the rotation of the planets around the suns of New Eden.

Plus – and here’s a tip for you – when your capital fleet lands on a gate, chances are very good that you’ll bounce off of at least one of your fleetmates.  I ended up 15 km off a gate after I was a bit late jumping.  So that’s an added bit of fun.  Always “jump” instead of “warp” when warping in a capital fleet.  Doing the alternative causes a hilarious* mistake.

* Not really hilarious at all.

But more importantly, moving a single capital on your own is a colossally stupid move.  So stupid, in fact, that all capital pilots are not beholden to move ops, else they take a tremendous set of risks going gate-to-gate.  Such a high risk, in fact, that it simply isn’t done anymore.  I sure as heck wasn’t going to.

At least, that’s my opinion on the new Eve.  You simply have to make the move op, or you’re SOL.  My wife, however, has another opinion, which she considerately shares below:

Written by Valeria Bovinus.

On Friday, when my husband asked, “Do you mind if I join the move op on Saturday at 5 pm?  It’ll only be 45 minutes,” my mental response was, “Are you crazy?” That’s right in the middle of dinner time, when we jointly try to shove a home-cooked meal down our throats to the screams of our young who are rebelling against the tyranny of nutrition.

Keeping our children in one piece through the evening is a joint effort… one of our daughters’ school evaluations reads, “When she gets bored, she gets destructive,” and my husband is the “fun” one.  And the big reason I was against this… an op never takes as long as anyone says.

But, no… I take the high road and say, “I really didn’t want to make a big dinner on Saturday anyway, so why don’t you participate in the op and I’ll feed the kids a picnic while we play board games.”

What ensued was a tragedy of dramatic proportions.


I don’t care about hard counters or hostile fleets or jump fatigue. Get your asses moving on time, or I’ll sell intel to anyone willing to drop on my husband’s fleet and use my ill-gotten gains to buy livestock or some new dresses or a sleek pair of boots.

Please contact [Redacted] for the RP travel schedule. Please primary [Redacted!], he has diapers to change and a pony crown to remove from a child’s ear.

-Talvorian Dex