Wednesday, March 31, 2010

People Think The ADF Is Real

I continue to find it hilarious that people think the Amamake Defence Force is a real entity...

Che wants to hire us:

Hiring Amamake Defense Force
From: Che Biko
Sent: 2010.03.29 01:20
To: Spectre3353,

Dear pilot,

Recently I read the article about the Amamake Defense Force, and I really admire the non-lethal approach this group takes when trying to end violence. So much in fact that I would like to know if this group can be hired by other organisations, because this group is the only group I'm aware of that comes close enough to my own movement's ROE. It is maybe the only group I would consider hiring for escort or in times of war.

Please inform about the possibilities of hiring this defense force.


-Ché Biko

serathem wants to team up with us:

From: serathem
Sent: 2010.03.20 10:30
To: Spectre3353,

hey there

just out of intrest my allience is gonna be running a number of opps within the low and o.o terratories over the next few days, and the ADF intreged me. i was just wondering weather you would need any help out there on the 21st and 22nd and possably more dates later on in time. we only normaly hit low standing and pirate piolots, and support the way you guys have approched law enforcement in bad land terratories.

i will be able to bring anyware in the region of 5 - 20 piolots with moderate amounts of pvp exspirance. so if ur intrested please contact me

serathem - Diplomate for Sons of Ra. and ceo of innovative creation industries.

Matt wants to join us:

From: Matt Gold
Sent: 2010.03.20 00:08
To: Spectre3353,

I would like to join the ADF, and help however I can. I have an interceptor, and thus serve as a scout, and within two days I will have a cloaking device so I may sit undisturbed while watching for signs of agression. Please tell me how I May join and what you would like me to do.

Matt Gold
New Beginings Scouting and Mining

NinjasSpud is tired of pirates ganking his barge and thankful for our support:


Edited by: NinjasSpud on 25/03/2010 17:14:35
Thank god, Im so freaking tired of Amamake pirates coming out of low sec to suicide gank my hulk.

Where do I Sign UP? I got a bone to pick with those low life scounds. And I still have kill rights on a few.

EDIT: Also....wait...wait....the first time I was podded it was by a member of The Python Cartel while i was trying to mine in Amamake...sure i was only 2 weeks old...sure i had no idea what low sec ment at the time...sure i was in a destroyer with absolutely nothing but 5 mining lasers on it...but you preach about securing Amamake and yet your corp members hunt down and kill the little guys?...damn you dirty cops

P.S. I have been inactive from this blog and Eve for the past week due to a trip to PAX East in Boston that concluded on Monday. Unfortunately CCP was not present this time around but I will have pictures and other information about the trip up over the next few days.

Monday, March 22, 2010

Python Painted

Courtsey of Vranz Drooshka who wants everyone to know "No tracing, no Hax." Enjoy.


Lars Lodar

Golden Helmet

Andrea Skye



Friday, March 19, 2010

ADF In The News

The Amamake Defence Force has been publicized by the ISD:

Amamake, Heimatar - Helicity Boson of Python Cartel. has brought together a group of so-called vigilantes who call themselves the Amamake Defense Force or ADF to attempt to enforce non-violence in Tama, Old Man’s Star and Amamake. These systems are purported to be a “hot bed” of activity in inter-factional warfare.

The ADF plans to patrol these systems with fleets of “officers.” When acts of hostility are detected, they claim they try to quell the violent acts in a non-lethal manner, employing various types of electronic warfare.

According to the ADF spokesperson, Spectre3353 (also of Python Cartel.), fleet members are generally from the Jerk Cartel Alliance [EPEEN]. Reports indicate that the ADF fly Blackbird-class electronic warfare cruisers with a mix of other ships. Despite the allegedly-good intentions of the ADF forces, regional law enforcement considers the use of electronic warfare against a ship unflagged for aggressive behaviour to be a hostile act, regardless of its non-lethal properties.

Upon entering a system, the Amamake Defense Force claims it warns possible trouble makers with the following broadcast: “All pilots must stand down and cease all aggression and violent actions in these systems or face the consequences”. They then proceed about the system scanning for trouble spots and interceding where they can, in what they claim is an attempt to keep the peace.

According to Spectre335 the “police” operations have not yet achieved the desired goal, which is “to foster a safe and friendly universe for all.” The ADF has “lost many good officers” to hostile fire. The team is currently considering several new strategies including “training and bringing in an ADF 'SWAT' team to assist with our inability to squash violence in our targeted systems” and several others that Spectre3353 was not willing to disclose.

Many ADF pilots were also involved with the spate of "suicide kills" associated with the Hulkagedon events. Spectre3353 professed a change of heart in the interim, however. "Hulkageddon was a mistake. I was young and did not yet understand of the ramifications of my actions. I am incredibly apologetic for my role in its success."

N'grasta of Evil Doers [ELFEN], a Federal Defence Union corporation reported an encounter with the ADF where-in they might have destroyed his fleet, yet they warped off claiming to be "anti-pirate." This, he stated, made him feel that "their claim is valid" but he went on to say that he had seen many of the same pilots "actively engage in [piracy] in the low-sec systems between Villore, and Nourvukaiken." As a result, he said, "Until there is more evidence that members of the ADF are true to the claim that they are 'defenders of low-sec' they will be considered valid targets by the majority of our fleet commanders."

It remains to be seen if the Amamake Defence Force will hold true to its professed agenda of enforcing non-violent behaviour in the hotly contested systems of Tama, Old Man Star and Amamake, or whether the call of piracy and "sweet, sweet... tears" will prove too strong a lure. All ADF pilots involved in the operations so far have, however, professed great enjoyment in the activity.

GalNet References

The Amamake Defence Force - Lowering The Violence In Lowsec

ADF Battle Reports

Amamake Defence Force Battle in Tama - 26.02.112
Amamake Defence Force Battle in Amamake - 12.02.112

Original post can be found here:

Related links:



Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Happy Birthday To Us

Year One

On March 16th, 2009, the second iteration of The Python Cartel was formed. It was initially made up of Golden Helmet and myself but quickly absorbed a large majority of all the pilots who were part of the first corporation in 2008. Today is the first anniversary of The Python Cartel Mark II and it quite amazing to see how much we have grown despite the ups and downs. From almost two years ago when we could barely field a fleet of properly fit T1 cruisers until today when we can barely field a fleet of properly fit T1 battleships. Some fun facts about our swell corporation:

- 9,761 kills (over 13,000 if you include the original corp)

- 1,935 losses (over 3,300 if you include the original corp)

- 43 member pilots

- Over 7,182,930 lines of smack talked (a rough estimate)

As celebration, an operation was assembled to bring a large remote-repair battleship gang to the busy system of Tama to see if we could get into a big, fun fight with our talentless friends in Faction Warfare...


We assembled our gang together and began heading towards Tama:

On our way, one jump out of our destination, our scout noticed an Absolution on a station. He goaded the ship into engaging him and we all jumped in to help. Unfortunately the command ship was able to dock in structure but not before we noticed a Thanatos carrier undocking from the very same station we were engaging on. Realizing that for once we had a force capable of killing a capital ship in short order, we managed to bump him away from dock range and kill his pretty cap-ship:

Oh Noes Piraets!

Monument To A Fallen God

I yawned as we watched him explode. Capital ship kills were getting almost as old hat as T3 kills. We need to start ganking Titans instead.


After our small death-dealing delay, we entered Tama local and formed up on the usually camped Nourvukaiken gate. Several kills were had and plenty of smack was talked to the girly FW pilots in local who as usual, sat in their station and shivered at the thought of coming out for a fight where they didn't have the 5:1 ship advantage.

From Tama local:
[03:34:28] Spectre3353 > once upon a time there was a land named lowsec
[03:34:43] Spectre3353 > lowsec was a wonderful place, full of trees and chocolate and bunnies and chocolate bunnies and naked women with breasts
[03:34:53] Jaxxon Voers > yay breasts
[03:34:56] L4zor R0B0T > can I nuzzle them
[03:35:02] Spectre3353 > then one day evil people from an evil land named faction warfare descended upon the wonderful perfect land that was lowsec
[03:35:13] Spectre3353 > and turned it into a shitty blobfest full of stupid losers who flew failfit rifters fit with lasers
[03:35:17] Spectre3353 > and abaddons fit with small autocannons
[03:35:27] Spectre3353 > and the people of lowsec did say
[03:37:03] Spectre3353 > and the denizins of lowsec did pray to their god, spectre of the 3353rd generation
[03:37:14] Removal Tool > FW runs like a girl
[03:37:20] L4zor R0B0T > does that mean you got podded 3352 times
[03:37:22] Spectre3353 > and spectre did see that his people were virtuous and in need of help
[03:37:33] Spectre3353 > and that the faction warfare members were giant cocksuckers
[03:37:43] Spectre3353 > so he struck down upon faction warfare with all his might
[03:37:55] Spectre3353 > utilizing the mighty holy hand torpedo of anitioch
[03:38:00] Spectre3353 > and faction warfare was smited
[03:38:02] Jaxxon Voers > with a furious vengence ( I love that part)
[03:38:02] Spectre3353 > and there was much rejoicing
[03:38:12] IEATCRAYONS > these words are touching my soul
From Nourvukaiken local:
[03:35:00] Aoa Lux > fascinating! a gatecamp in tama
[03:35:29] Aoa Lux > 13bs, 1 hic, 4bc, and a few carriers on standby
[03:37:08] Aoa Lux >Genosiis Red jumped in despite my warning. He is now -1 drake and just woke up in a station somewhere.
[03:41:05] Aoa Lux > someone from [ibs] (irritable bowel syndrome?) just lost a firetail
[03:42:06] Pussie Galloire > Lol don't jump into Tama


[03:43:01] Aoa Lux > i'm confused. Gallente shitpost on eve forums constantly about not having targets, but they don't engage blinkey camps?Are they roleplayers or something
[03:46:51] Aoa Lux > someone just lost itty5 heh.
One of our victims is a wee bit upset and sends angry mails to Felix:
come alone
From: Divad ysaak
Sent: 2010.03.17 04:12
To: Brick0Joe,

u guys r a bunch of takes17 of u to blow up my about meeting me one on one

Re: Re: come alone

From: Divad ysaak
Sent: 2010.03.17 04:15

To: Brick0Joe,

ok buddy same time thursday...i need to refit my ship,,,and none of those ambush tricks...come clean and ill teach u a lesson or two.

Golden Helmet gets gagged for linking this in local:

You have been gagged by GM Orfeus until 2010.03.17 04:57:09. GM Orfeus's reason was: For using Nazi references.
Sweet screenshots of the gang:

Remote Repping

On The Nourv Gate In Tama

A Blinding Flash

Battleships In Warp

The Abaddon In Its Natural Habitat

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Missiles Are Stupid


A few days ago we were taken on a corp Drake op. Anyone that knows me knows that while my shield tanking and BC skills are fine, my missile skills are absolute garbage:

That's right... 28 million skill points but only 50,000 SP in missiles (missile boats are for suckers). Regardless, I bought my first Drake and took part in the activities. With my ass skills, heavy missile launchers and drones EFT rated me as able to output a massive 250 DPS at a range of about 54 kilometers. To make a long story short, we challenged the faction warfare denizens of Tama to a large fight and it was fun:

Assorted other Drake gang pictures:

Scamming Is Bad
Spam Mail
From: GM Orfeus
Sent: 2010.02.28 13:18
To: ScamAlt,

This is an official warning for spamming another player with EVEMails. Cease all such activity or risk further repercussions.

I Feel The Need

How fast can a Dramiel and Cynabal go when the pilot has low-grade snakes and gang links boosting him? Let's find out...

Dramiel - 12666 m/s

Cynabal - 5432 m/s

Nashh Kadavr's Week With Us

Raxip's Stache

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Best Video I've Ever Watched

...but you'll only appreciate it if you played the original Half-Life.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010



The Beholder was a very small ship. After taking into consideration that almost all of its space was dedicated to the cargo holds, the living quarters were nearly nonexistent. A single, small compartment was all that existed and acted as both cockpit and living quarters. A small bunk and a tiny table along with enough food supplies to make short trips was all that was really required so it was what they had learned to live with. It was the tiny table where Sophie sat, head in her hands, somber and nearly asleep as a terminal behind her quietly played a recent news broadcast about their region.

"You hear that, hon?" Walt said aloud from the cockpit chair. "Katana Curly finally got put to death. Wasn't he on death row for like a million years?"

"Something like that" was the drowsy, half-hearted reply. She had only listened to a couple bits of the report as it was announced. Katana Curly was a serial murderer that had been found to have killed hundreds on one of the planets closer to the center of the empire. One of the worst serial murderers of recent history. Women. Children. Family pets. His bloodthirstiness had shown virtually no limit but the government had still taken their damn time in the legal process before the execution finally took place.

"I can't imagine having to deal with that sort of shit. I realize the guy deserved what he got. I mean he more than deserved it, but I still can't imagine what it's like to be alive and knowing exactly how and when you are going to die. The brain just isn't meant to cope with that sort of information."

"Yup" she replied again. "I know exactly what it's like. I know that I'm going to die in a few minutes as we try to jump into Anckee and I know it will because of your shoddy piloting."

Walt grinned and looked behind him at his wife. "Just a few more hours and we'll be there. I know these trips always bore you but sales haven't been great recently. We need to get our goods onto the better markets if we want to make any real money."

Their conversation sputtered out as the Beholder came out of warp and slowed only a few kilometers from the next stargate. "Permission to jump granted" announced a garbled voice over the terminal. Walt began to guide the ship into jump range.


Walt sighed with relief as the ship settled and began to align to their next destination. Jumping through gates was never actually dangerous but he couldn't help the natural nervousness and lump in his gut regardless. "People just aren't meant to be flying around in space jumping through stargates. It's just not natural" he would always say as the other merchants rolled their eyes. "Then you're in the wrong business" was the usual reply. Walt glanced up at the massive planet above his ship and the gate and dreamed again about retiring and never having to fly in a ship again. Ever.

"What is that?" Sophie asked, awakening him from his thoughts. A red light was flashing on one of the seldom used panels to the left of the cockpit area. It was the distress beacon indicator and Walt had never seen it actually flash before. Someone nearby was transmitting for help. "Walt?" she asked again but he ignored her long enough to bring up the message information.

"It looks like a ship less than a few million kilometers from us around that planet is transmitting a distress signal. There isn't any specific information associated with the message though, it's just a generic S.O.S." he told her.

"What do we do? Can we send for help?"

He hesitated and thought about it. They really couldn't waste any time with these goods but it could take hours or even days for any sort of patrol to come check out the ship. Depending on what trouble they were in, their inaction could mean other peoples lives. "I don't know. It could be a mistake. It could be bait for pirates. I... I don't know. We really should not risk it though."

"We can't just leave them to die" Sophie said forcefully, suddenly much more awake and alert than at any other point during the trip. "We have to at least take a look. It's only minutes away!"

Walt sighed again. "How I wish I was just a farmer like my dad" he whispered silently as the ship began aligning in a new direction, towards the enormous, ominous sphere above them.


They came out of warp a good distance away from what looked to be some sort of small transport ship, not that different from their own. It was in somewhat of a weird orbit and in a slow spin, obviously not being piloted properly but otherwise appeared unharmed. The planet behind flashed and churned as storms battered the atmosphere.

"I don't see any sort of battle damage. Nothing appears to be wrong according to our sensors or visuals but I am not getting any response when trying to communicate." He looked at his wife as if to say "Do we really need to go any further?" but he knew her too well to predict anything but the glare he got in return. She wasn't going to let them leave until they boarded that ship and found out what was going on. Walt instructed the navigation computer to put them into a perfectly aligned spin with the slightly out-of-control transport they needed to board. They went to grab their suits.


The airlock on the outside of the ship opened easily. Most ships were programmed to automatically unlock all entrances and allow easy access once their emergency beacons were set off. It would be quite difficult for rescue parties to gain entrance otherwise and this ship was no different. The airlock door closed behind them, the chamber filled with air and they made sure to be standing on the floor as the pressure and gravity kicked in. A green light signaled that they could now enter the ship and remove their suits. Walt pulled out the small energy pistol that they carried in their ship for emergencies. It had never even been fired but he did not want to be caught unarmed if this was a pirate bait or worse.

"No one is in here" Walt stated confidently after taking a quick look around the room just beyond the airlock. They removed their suits completely and opened the door leading to the hallway. The hallway too was empty but there were simply not that many rooms to check on such a small vessel. If anyone was here to find, they would know soon. Both Walt and Sophie edged slowly to the door directly across the hall and opened it by pressing the control on its side. They looked inside. Walt froze in unbelief as Sophie quickly raised her hands to cover her mouth in surprise... and disgust.


Inside was what looked like the ships medical facility. It was relatively small with only one bed, some terminals, a few pieces of equipment and a tiny alcove for the medical officer to sit. Somehow in this tiny space were jammed what looked like around half a dozen people. Or they had been people. Entire chunks of their corpses were missing and their insides were exposed. As Walt examined them strewn around the room and in positions that looked extremely unnatural he noticed that ironically, none of them had managed to perish on the only bed in the room. These thoughts were quickly washed away by as the smell hit them both. It was absolutely horrendous and nearly unbearable. Sophie turned to look away and gagged once. The second gag brought up her lunch as she dropped to her knees in the hallway, unable to look back into the room. Walt put his hands softly on the back of her shoulders and kissed her head in understanding. "Go check the rest of the ship, I will see what happened here" he said quietly.

She got up and walked away, her hands still partially covered in her own vomit and her eyes turning red. Walt watched her for a second, covered his nose with his shirt and turned to enter the room. He took a very close look at the nearest corpse and noticed that almost its entire chest cavity was exposed as though an acid had eaten right through the skin and muscle and bone. This was a consistent feature all around the rest of this particular individual and most of the others in the room. He stood up to walk out when suddenly one of the corpses jerked. Walt jumped in surprise and very slowly crept over to the corpse that had moved. It jerked again, it's leg kicking out as if trying desperately to move. He bent down to look closely and the mangled body moved again. This time the one remaining eye, with a complete lack of eyelid and skin around it, moved to look directly at him. This body, eaten and destroyed and unable to move was awake and aware. This destroyed person was alive and he could only imagine in incredible pain. This zombie was staring at him.

Every bone in his body was telling him to get up and run out the door and get back in his ship. This was so unnatural and so unnerving. Walt took a deep breath of the gross, awful smelling air in the room and pulled out his pistol. There was not much blood or gore left to splatter as he put the live victim out of its misery. He shivered, closed his eyes for a moment and then go up to step over to the medical officers alcove. Fortunately the seat was empty and he sat down to see what he could glean from the terminal at the workstation. It was almost immediately that he found a log from the medical officer and set it to play.

" so fast acting that I don't think we can even get to port before we are all incapacitated. I am already starting to feel sick myself. It starts with a pretty severe cough and soon after a burning sensation in the skin. All of the crew has reported feeling the symptoms and Jed and Slim are already in incredible amounts of pain. As best I can tell it is some sort of bizarre flesh eating parasite or bacteria but it affects people more than anything I have ever-"

The message was muted and obscured as the screen displayed a warning to the previous owner of this terminal to take her daily medications. Walt quickly scrambled to close it and put focus back on the video log.

"...spreads through the air. It seems that just being anywhere on this ship is enough to ensure infection. I just hope that somehow we can get to port and find help before it is too late."

The figure on the screen coughed and then leaned forward to press a button. The video ended and Walt sat back in his chair in absolute shock, unable to comprehend what he had just heard. An airborne contagious illness that killed its victims in such a horrific and painful manner that it was almost incomprehensible. Worst of all, they were certainly now infected. All feeling left his hands and the horrible smell seemed suddenly like something he wanted to experience to remind him he was still alive. Walt dropped his shirt off of his face, put his head in his hands and sobbed. Why did it have to happen like this?


Walt walked out of the medical bay and back into the hall. Sophie came walking down the corridor from where she had checked the rest of the ship. "It's empty in every other room" she stated soberly, still clearly disturbed from what she had seen a few minutes ago.

"We should go" said Walt, emotionless. Sophie coughed loudly as she went to walk by and into the airlock room. Walt kissed her on the cheek. She gave a weak smile and continued past him into the room. Walt held up his pistol directly behind her head. He could barely hold his composure as his hands shook and his mouth curved into a frown. Never in his entire life could he remember having felt so empty and crushed. It was the worst feeling he had ever felt and he wished the same upon no one, not even his worst enemy. No one deserved to feel this way.

There was considerably more splatter this time. Tears flooded Walt's eyes and he was unable to see clearly by the time he worked up the courage to raise the gun to his own head.