a bit of a shame we didn't have a proper scrap. But I genuinely enjoyed the feeling of turning around on my aggressor and punching him in the nose. That's how to get rid of sharks, by the way. Glorious leader Fin saw some industrial ships in our neighbouring class 3 w-space system earlier. I interrupted her stalking by bringing her to a class 5 system connected to our home in the hopes that my ambush of a planet-gooing hauler would provoke a response. It didn't, and we wasted time watching ships being swapped. Now we're heading back to C3a in the hopes of finding actual activity, and not the fake kind we got duped in to monitoring. We jump through our static connection and warp to the tower, Fin nearly getting caught in a decent warp bubble, and although bubbles aren't a care for me I have my own problem in nearly ramming a tower defence. Our ships remain unnoticed, mostly because the two pilots who were here earlier are now gone. That's a pity, but there still may be other pilots to find. I launch probes and scan, man. I scan. The fifteen signatures surrounding the two anomalies are nearly all gas, with three wormholes sprinkled in the mix. Fin scouts as I continue to scan, the three weakest signatures only resolving to be rocks, and reconnoitres the static exit to low-sec, a K162 from low-sec that's at the end of its life, and an N968 outbound connection