Returning Indy Players Wanted (Caldari Space)

Factional Warfare Supply (ALLFW) – Now Recruiting!

Did YOU take a brief vacation from EVE (a week, month, years, but who’s counting?) and now you are back, shaking off the rust and getting back to business? Join us. We are no drama, no egos—just logging in, making ISK, and enjoying the game. If that sounds like your kind of crew, keep reading.

Yes, we’re mostly from the U.S., but for some reason, we’re active in UK/EU time zones. It just kind of happened, and now we’re rolling with it.

What We Do

We’re the industrial backbone of the war effort—think of us as the space truckers and factory workers making sure the warfighters don’t run out of things that go boom. Our focus includes:

  • Mining: We mine—a lot. No, you’re not required to mine. No, we don’t do mandatory fleet ops. But if you don’t mine, you might feel left out when we’re all talking shop.
  • Manufacturing: We crank out ammo, missiles, drones, and ship hulls like an assembly line on overtime.
  • Missions: Our home area has Level 4 security, distribution, and mining mission hubs. If you like PvE, we’ve got options.
  • Expanding Content: We’re looking into incursions and other activities. There’s always something new on the horizon. We’re also expanding into Null Sec with offices in both Null and High Sec, so you’ll have options for where you want to operate—whether you’re looking for higher risk and reward, or prefer the relative safety of empire space.
  • Risk Mitigation: We give out free ORE and Caldari Tech I hulls so you can keep playing even after your latest “learning experience.”
  • Buyback Program: We pay 90% of Jita prices for materials, and if you’re working on a corp project, you get instant pay—no waiting, no nonsense.
  • Community: We use Discord because in-game chat is a dumpster fire. We aim for PG-13 (or we try… our spouses and some grown kids play here, so we at least attempt civility).

Who We Are (and What We’re Looking For)

  • Thick-skinned, no-drama players. We joke around, we’ll give you crap when you mess up, and we expect you to throw it right back. If you’re easily offended, this might not be the corp for you.
  • We don’t care about labels. Your gender, pronouns, who or what you’re having sex with—it’s all irrelevant here. The only thing that matters is whether you can fly a mining barge without forgetting to turn on your strip miners.
  • No Ganking. No Piracy. No Extortion. No Gate Camping. We supply the war—we don’t make it worse.

What We Offer

  • Mining Fleets – Join our ops for max efficiency (optional, but worth it).
  • Industry Expertise – Learn from seasoned players who know how to print ISK.
  • PvE Content – Missions, exploration, and more if mining isn’t your thing.
  • Soon: Null Sec ratting, mining, and planetary Interaction opportunities.
  • A Laid-Back, No BS Environment – We play to have fun, not to create more stress.

How to Join

If this sounds like your kind of crew, hop into our in-game chat channel “2Mine” , or send me a message directly in game, and say hi.

Let’s make some ISK and keep the war machine rolling!

good to be back in EVE Breaking big rocks into smaller ones

Why did the asteroid miner break up with his girlfriend? Because he needed space to focus on his rocks
Ill be here all week !

A miner was cracking some ore,
When gankers came in for a score.
They fired away,
But much to dismay—
His tank held, they lost, what a bore

Fair warning we are not recuiting everyone that messages. We are looking for the right people. Check your own Zkillboard would you trust YOU, then why would you expect us to.

In null sec’s void, where shadows play,
No Concord guards the light of day.
A realm of stars, untamed, unbound,
Where silent wrecks and dreams are found.
The gates stand cold, a fleeting chance,
To slip through grids in fleeting dance.
A cyno flares, the trap is sprung,
Fleet clashes echo, songs unsung.
Sov banners wave, then fade to dust,
Alliances rise on greed and trust.
A titan falls, a bubble holds,
Fortunes shift in tales untold.
The ratter hunts, the miner delves,
While cloaked eyes watch, deceiving elves.
A wormhole gleams, a secret gate,
To riches vast—or certain fate.
No law but strength, no peace but war,
A sandbox carved by blood and lore.
In null sec’s grasp, we stake our claim,
And chase the stars, eternal flame.

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