I shake myself awake and drink another Quafe.
“Ugh, almost dozed off there.”
I’m sitting in my Hound back in The Bleak Lands; Blood Raider info shards rotating in all their beauty outside my view port. I recently found a new way to make a living off the work of others.
I could try to get into the containers myself, get a meager amount and head off to find another. I chose a different path. I sit here, cloaked, and wait for some other hard-working pilot in a fragile little frigate to come by. My ships perfectly set up to catch these types. They like to fit lots of advanced equipment onto their ships, and that’s what I’m after.
The only problem is how long I have to sit out here with nothing to do. I drink another Quafe. My alarm goes off. There are probes in system. I get myself primed to kill, and keep checking the distance on the probes. They’re closing in on my site. I check the weapon systems and warm up the warp scrams. Everything’s ready to go.
The probes disappear. Now there is a Magnate on scan.
“Perfect. No drones to worry about.”
The Magnate lands about 30km off, on the other side of the structures. I start plotting a course past the structures, slowboating along trying make sure my cloak doesn't fail. The Magnate approaches a nearby data shard and gets to work cracking the can. I'm still 20km off.
I edge closer, and get into position to burn straight at him. I start approaching and get to 9km: the magic number. I decloak start locking and fire up my two scramblers. He's stuck. The data shard starts spewing containers.
I fire up the rockets and start pulling in data cans as they float by. My rockets shred the fragile frigate and the pilot ejects. He makes it out, but his ship is toast.
"Damn, his Sister's launcher was destroyed."
The loot plus cans adds up to only 9m isk. Still pays better than mining. A pirate's life is never dull. I destroy the wreck, cloak up and resume the stakeout.