Quickie: In character even!
Corelin slipped through his old haunt, Tash-Murkon Prime. Systems on his trusty Ishkur poking for loose cans. Finding one he spins into warp and dives into the belt where Greyscale’s hulk waited. Happily chugging ore into jetcans.
Undaunted Corelin starts transferring ore and calling in corp for haulers for the rich bounty. “Mining is easy” he thought “Just get other people to do it for you. It’s not even boring!” Suddenly his overview lit up. Dozens of ships warped in and started pointing and webbing the tiny ishkur. Greyscale opened comms.
“You’ve done it now Mr. Haberdasher. I’ve made it so everyone in EvE can shoot you for 15 minutes!”
“Do you expect me to fight all of EvE?”
“Why no, Mr. Haberdasher. I expect you to die!”
And on cue the guns of the dozens of denizens of TMP opened fire. The ishkur disintegrated, vomiting forth it’s pod.
Corelin started in his pod, waking from the most dreadful dream. I hope.