Joe Phoenix > i don't cause grief because that is hard

Ok it would appear that Banco Santander have as low an opinion of good Standards and Practices as the Grand Commander of the Imperial Commonwealth.  They have BLOCKED my access to Zedrik Cayne's EVE Blog and so I have lost my access to the vault of archived IEEE Investigation notes that I use to help write my memoirs while I'm bored at work. 

This WILL be DEALT with.

Sigh.  Well in the meantime, I suppose I should fast forward to the present, to keep everyone entertained with my meanderings.  (Incase you were wondering how the last story actually ended, [IC] Viceroy Jane shot down my Manticore "To look it make look more convincing" and Joe promised to pay me back for my loss.  I am still waiting for a replacement Manticore.  There was some stuff about the drugs, but if you would like to know more, head over to Zedrik Cayne's EVE Blog - The Joe Show: Drug Edition.  I would link you but it seems Banco Santander has decided I'm not allowed to look at my own blog. >.<) <  http://zedrikcayne.blogspot.com . You lazy ass.>
Anyway.
Fast forward to the present.

This morning, I awoke in my ship as usual and stumbled over to the coffee-mat.  I put my head under and thumbed the on-switch, drinking the cold black liquid directly from the machine as I had done every morning since a stray round from a Kage-Maru autocannon had made my power capacitor look like a collander.  I'd replaced the damn thing twice but for some still unidentified reason, the conduits that directed power to some tertiary systems still weren't functioning correctly, the coffee machine being one of them.

Chewing a few stray coffee grinds as a cow chews cud, I stood upright again, facing the small filthy starboard porthole situated just above my coffee-tap.  It took a minute or so for my eyes to focus outside and another for my brain to register what I was seeing.   
My memory kicked in.  I was in a CVA station, and was suddenly very aware from the amount of station security heading my way that I was no longer welcome here.  Null Sec isn't usually a friendly place, but Alliances like CVA try to make it at least pallitable, enforcing their own rules and regulations.  I had come here to the Providence region in pursuit of the fugitive Joe Phoenix, but discovered he had manilpulated CVA's rules to prevent me from exacting justice on him.  Anytime we attempted to apprehend him, he ran crying to the CVA, and they demanded we stand down, as Joe was neutral to them, and declarations of war between neutral parties are not recognised here.

It would seem that they finally decided what side they were on.

Fine, that suited me, and cursoury checking of IEEE comms showed that it was advisable to GTFO ASAP.  Not a man who needs to be told that twice, I lept into the pod, heaving the door closed and willing the ship to life.  PT Boat 13 IIc groaned as it left the mooring clamps, I could feel shudders through her superstructure which were hold overs from previous engagements and the recent fitting of a Heavy Bomb Launcher.  The ship was supposed to be able to handle it fine, but I'd noticed she handled far worse with it installed.  I began to wonder if this Manticore was a shoddy cheap knock-off cobbled together from scrap in some backwater Minmatar station.

Blasting free of the bay, I ran for the jump-gate to what is laughingly called High-Sec around here.  Fortunately, it seemed that local security weren't quite on the ball and I was able to engage my cloak before any of them locked me up with their targetters.  Thundering down the warp-tunnel, I dreaded to think what might be awaiting me at the station.  Coming out of warp and cloak simultaneously perilously close to the gate, I was very very happy to see the local security ships engaging Lana Torrin of the Minmatar Military Skool and a flight of her ships.  Though she doesn't really know me, I knew that as someone with no love for either CVA or Joe Phoenix she wasn't likely to break off her combat to fight a nobody like me, besides the Skool is well known for their hatred of anything CVA-friendly, something I most certainly wasn't now.

I threw myself through the gate before anyone changed their minds or their target preference, coming out in a fairly empty system and in sight of some rather handsome CONCORD Armageddon class battleships.  Feeling safe but not sure, I slammed the ship into a warp to the next system, and docked up at a friendly Amarr resupply point where I had stashed my brand new tackle-ready Hawk class Assault Frigate.  Panting I collapsed onto my bunk, and flicked on the Gal-Net.  Looked like more than just random blastings had occured while I'd been asleep.........