There was me. There
was a Naga not hitting me. There were
gate guns hitting me. There were ECM
drones not able to keep up with me.
Although a few other things happened during the night, that was my
highlight. Others may have different moments. For me it was this Naga.
I had put making dinner, feeding the dogs and all of my
evening chores behind me to go catch up to the boys who were fooling around up
in Bosena. They were lacking tackle so I
slid into my Jaguar and went to join in.
As I undocked they managed to lose some ships. It's like the story of my life. However, that was as good a time as any to
reship into something somewhat fleet worthy and figure out something to do. We also managed to lure maq to come out and
do some small gang stuff and use regular jump gates. It made for an evening of hysteria as people
screamed in fear in local about someone from PL being in system and him
assuring everyone that he passed that he had plenty of cynos. His best line was,
" maquinista > also plz dont shoot me for the next 5 minutes im kinda busy rolling one on the side and cant press the cyno button"
There was wind of a possible carrier and marauder out doing
level 5 missions. While that was worked
on the rest of us gathered in a loose group.
On my way to find the boys I got to watch someone else get ganked. They almost made it back to the gate before
the fleet burned them down. I jumped
through to safety but it is amazing how well I knew that "damn"
feeling that comes along with it. I am
still not in love with the new explosions.
I miss the vivid blue eruptions into transcended incandescent energy.
Off I went. Being in
a frigate, I've been working on my pounce bookmarks. As the mighty fleet
tackler I must be prepared! I bounced
away to make bookmarks while the boys loosely gate camped a high sec gate. Of course, a hoarder jumps in and they kill
it before I can land. Damn. Haulers are so intriguing. Someone once asked why do we kill haulers
because they cannot shoot back? Nor can
a bowl of skittles, yet I will still eat all the grape and strawberry ones
without any guilt. Zero guilt. Just delicious skittles. Haulers are like the
orange skittles. Not grape or strawberry
but still much loved.
There was some guy in local watching our gatecamp. I find that happens alot. People are fascinated by the process of a
fleet and the fleet killing people.
Because many people assume that all pirates do is gatecamp, our
occupation of time in a productive manner while the fleet composes itself is
often confused for said camp. Once we
were all together and the possible carrier kill was looking like it would not
pan out, we decided to head out into busier red space and find what we could to
kill.
It was not a few jumps over that the boys killed a
Myrm. We had seen it a few systems over
and it jumped into it. I was told to
hold on the gate to jump through and tackle it.
Instead, it just sat there and tired to fight back and died. Unexpected but it put a bit of blood on the
tongue. Off we rampaged, sending Razor
in first as bait. Razor, it seems, makes
terrible bait in his Brutix. However,
while we were waiting on a gate a Hurricane warps in at 100 off of us. Sensing a trap, I see that he has a pounce
directly between the sun/station and our fleet.
LR decides to go and meet the Hurricane in his Sleipnir. I hold back, ready to bolt in either
direction to tackle the fleet I am sure will land in a moment.
The cane starts slowly (as in 17mps) burning in towards
us. That was weird, kinda baity. Then, it seems to realize that a Sleipnir is
about to be in its face and starts to burn away. LR catches up and goes, "Its armor
tanked!" as he burns through its shields.
I decide to go in and whore on said kill mail when it disintegrate (before
I can get on the killmail) and we discover that it was an empty hull. Uhh...?
"I'm going to undock this naked hurricane and go peek to see what
that pirate fleet on the gate is doing! Best idea ever!" His second great idea was not warping his pod
away fast enough. Jaguar pod tackle.
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