The flames of battle rage for the Amarr, to subjugate the Minmatar to their rightful subordinate place. Every intel channel rang with reports of Minmatar hordes in massive fleets. Safety in overwhelming numbers; a fools reasoning.
Unfurling a boarder map, I considered the systems and tactical reports. A smile played at my lips as the scenarios developed in my thoughts. I typed out a message to my brothers in [G.Dip]; I was leading an interceptor gang to hunt in the Minmatar’s wings.
When our group of four frigate-frigate class ships entered Amamake, it was clear the Minmatar were swaggering in overconfidence. Fifty war targets sat in local, filling local coms with usless prattle. We set upon the hunt, finding Shantarius foolishly away from his companions. We fell upon him with Amarrian justice and left nothing but a burning hull in our wake.
I ordered the fleet to move from Amamake to Auga, to seek out a gang reported in the Militia channel. We found a small war target gang waiting on the gate.
Despite 30+ hostile pilots in local, we engaged! Righteous fury and blazing weapons flashed in space. Explosions and fire cast eerie haze. In the end, several ships fled before us and several others fell under out guns.
We returned to our home system, confidant that we had done our part.
***
Later, I set out in my Harbinger battle cruiser to seek the Minmatar alone. A large enemy fleet had passed through Amamake, and I sought out the stragglers. It wasn’t long before I came across whitehall1212 in a Stabber “coffin”’ Cruiser. I put him down, hard. And then I met Mutnin, piloting a Vexor Cruiser. He died unceremoniously. This slave speaks much, but he is amusing nonetheless, as the comm. logs below show.
[10:27:57] Mutnin > you going to post that video on the forums, to show how l33t you are at "solo" pvp
[10:28:02] swatyy > Well, whatever you think about the engagement, you are dead and ive got your kill mail. I think in Eve, they say adapt or die.
[10:28:36] Mutnin > wow.. Im' dead.. you had to use a neut covt ops alt in FW... to gank a T1 cruser with a BC
[10:28:46] Mutnin > you rock
[10:29:21] swatyy > You were acually pretty easy, but your salty tears make it much more fun! \0/
[10:29:29] Nikolay Tesla > haha
[10:29:43] Mutnin > well I'd hope a t1 cruiser wold be easy 4 a BC...
[10:34:27] Mutnin > he is quite awesome at pvp
[10:34:38] swatyy > Thanks, I think so too.
After our banter, I began my trip back to Huola. But I would never complete this journey. An enemy fleet intercepted me on the Kourmonen gate in Auga. Two crusiers and a Frigate piloted by Devvon Maelstrom, Inspector burnside and Rei’kan engaged. I locked target and fired back. Devvon's Arbitrator Cruiser was the first to fall under my guns, then Inspector burnside. But in typical Minmatar fashion, they called their friends. More enemy ships arrived on the scene.
Vastly outnumbered, I made an attempt to withdraw. Overheating my web and putting my target painter on Bundylicious’s Crow Interceptor, my pulse lasers tracked his 10km orbit and blew him from the sky. But it was too late. There was nothing to do but die with my guns blazing, the taste of scorched ambiotic fluid in my mouth. It was a fate any Amarrian warrior would be proud to face.
I limped to my home station in a pod and prepared a new ship for the battles ahead. Despite my loss, I wrecked much more damage on the Minmatar cause. It was a good day!
[G.Dip] swatyy
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Kill them all and let God decide if it was fair!
They say there is no honor left in the Amarrian struggle against the Minmatar hoards. Fleets exchange blood and death, but neither will relent. How does the lone warrior stand against such numbers? How can I stand alone.
The answer is simple. Fighting alone is not synonymous with fighting fairly.
I taught this lesson to Technical. The fool was mulling around a fallen brother's wreck in a "Trasher," the apt term for Minmatar Destroyers. He paid for his insolence. Then I attacked Quasi Vader and Cheradenine Khabi. Quasi was supporting Cher's Rupture in an Amarrian Punisher frigate, the blasphemer! After dispatching Quasi, I tore Cher's cruiser to peices. But Asasins' displayed the greatest impudence. He undocked his Catalyst destroyer from my home station. My home station! I meted swift judgement.
Let the hoards break on the stargates and station. Let them come like a flood. The strong will stand against the tide and claim victory by annihilating the weak!
[G.Dip] swatyy
The answer is simple. Fighting alone is not synonymous with fighting fairly.
I taught this lesson to Technical. The fool was mulling around a fallen brother's wreck in a "Trasher," the apt term for Minmatar Destroyers. He paid for his insolence. Then I attacked Quasi Vader and Cheradenine Khabi. Quasi was supporting Cher's Rupture in an Amarrian Punisher frigate, the blasphemer! After dispatching Quasi, I tore Cher's cruiser to peices. But Asasins' displayed the greatest impudence. He undocked his Catalyst destroyer from my home station. My home station! I meted swift judgement.
Let the hoards break on the stargates and station. Let them come like a flood. The strong will stand against the tide and claim victory by annihilating the weak!
[G.Dip] swatyy
Saturday, July 11, 2009
3 vs 1
The Minmatar were running scared tonight, grouping into an oversized fleet. They hoped that overwhelming numbers would keep them safe and allow them to gloat over the Amarrian forces that stay clear. May as well let the Minmatar have their moment of arrogance, for even as they marauded through Kourmonen a response fleet was rallying to match them.
But that fleet was not for me. I prefer kill alone, or in small groups.
While the two large battle groups maneuvered, I hunted in their wings, searching for opportunity. There was a Zinc Alliance presence in system tonight; they were newcomers. While not in either Militia, they preyed on both groups. Upstarts! I decided to take matters into my own hands.
My prey were members of the Apex Tech corporation, three Thorax cruisers. They were sending one cruiser to bounce asteroid belts while two others lay in deep space, waiting to spring the trap. A fine strategy against the uninitiated, but not against seasoned killers found in the likes of Gunship Diplomacy.
I warped to the reserve ships, two Thorax cruisers in deep space. Their criminal timers had just worn off, so I locked target and waited. True to their nature, BMF40 and Geo Zeitgeist attacked my Harbinger battlecruiser. I knew the third Thorax would be enroute and that my best strategy was an overwhelming offensive.
I locked BMF40’s cruiser with my web/scram/target painter and opened fire. Pulse lasers cut into the cruiser, tearing into his armor and scoring his hull. By the time Aurelie DeChoisi arrived in the third Throax, BMF’s broken hull burned in space. Then I turned to Geo Zeitgeist. I may have destroyed one enemy, but two Thorax cruisers are formidable.
Overheating my guns, laser carronades sliced into Geo’s ship. When I saw his hull start venting atmosphere into cold space, I clutched my scrambler and placed it on Aurelie to prevent his escape. The next volley scattered Geo’s vessel to the solar winds.
Two enemies were destroyed, but now my armor was rented and my hull burning. Gritting my teeth, I pushed my guns to the limit. The exchange of fire with Aurelie was terrible, each of us fighting for our lives. But in the end, I flew over Aurelie’s broken Thorax hull and took the field.
Returning to dry dock for repairs, my ship aflame and venting atmosphere, I reflected on the engagement. My targets were from an obscure corporation in a small, weak Alliance. Yet these pilots proved their worth. Perhaps they have yet to reach their potential.
I will watch for them; I will remember.
[G.DIP] swatyy
Click here for the computer log of this engagement [YouTube.com].
But that fleet was not for me. I prefer kill alone, or in small groups.
While the two large battle groups maneuvered, I hunted in their wings, searching for opportunity. There was a Zinc Alliance presence in system tonight; they were newcomers. While not in either Militia, they preyed on both groups. Upstarts! I decided to take matters into my own hands.
My prey were members of the Apex Tech corporation, three Thorax cruisers. They were sending one cruiser to bounce asteroid belts while two others lay in deep space, waiting to spring the trap. A fine strategy against the uninitiated, but not against seasoned killers found in the likes of Gunship Diplomacy.
I warped to the reserve ships, two Thorax cruisers in deep space. Their criminal timers had just worn off, so I locked target and waited. True to their nature, BMF40 and Geo Zeitgeist attacked my Harbinger battlecruiser. I knew the third Thorax would be enroute and that my best strategy was an overwhelming offensive.
I locked BMF40’s cruiser with my web/scram/target painter and opened fire. Pulse lasers cut into the cruiser, tearing into his armor and scoring his hull. By the time Aurelie DeChoisi arrived in the third Throax, BMF’s broken hull burned in space. Then I turned to Geo Zeitgeist. I may have destroyed one enemy, but two Thorax cruisers are formidable.
Overheating my guns, laser carronades sliced into Geo’s ship. When I saw his hull start venting atmosphere into cold space, I clutched my scrambler and placed it on Aurelie to prevent his escape. The next volley scattered Geo’s vessel to the solar winds.
Two enemies were destroyed, but now my armor was rented and my hull burning. Gritting my teeth, I pushed my guns to the limit. The exchange of fire with Aurelie was terrible, each of us fighting for our lives. But in the end, I flew over Aurelie’s broken Thorax hull and took the field.
Returning to dry dock for repairs, my ship aflame and venting atmosphere, I reflected on the engagement. My targets were from an obscure corporation in a small, weak Alliance. Yet these pilots proved their worth. Perhaps they have yet to reach their potential.
I will watch for them; I will remember.
[G.DIP] swatyy
Click here for the computer log of this engagement [YouTube.com].
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Minmatar Character
The pod fluid was particularly thick today. I made a note to speak with the docking manager about it, rather to threaten him. Living in Amamake, a pirate haven, means dealing with heathens on a regular basis. I decided to take my irritation out on the Minmatar hordes infesting the system.
I found Nolaquen on the Auga gate in a stabber “coffin” Cruiser. He tried to burn back to the gate, but was far too slow. Watching his ship burn in space made me feel better. He was followed by Wooki 1 piloting a Moa cruiser. The Minmatar seem to be flying ships other than their own… I guess they are the fools I first took them for.
Not that they can fly them well. Edgar Boron was flying a Myrmidon Battlecruiser a few hundred clicks off a station, right as his friends had docked. I landed 5km away and engaged with confidant fury. Edgar screamed for help, but to no avail. Minmatar are slow to aid their companions, and Edgar’s ship burned alone.
There was a large enemy fleet roaming around, and numbers always make the Minmatar arrogant without cause. I scanned down a Vexor cruiser in a belt and warped in to find Captain Vaguy. The heathen was ratting, with a Vagabond friend 300km off!
“Sometimes outnumbered, never outgunned”
I landed on the Vexor and engaged, certain I could destroy the Vagabond Heavy Assault Cruiser if he chose to aid his friend. Vaguy died pitifully, so fast I almost felt sorry for him. Razing the wreck, I aligned for an exit, the Vagabond having never lifted a finger to help his friend in need. These slaves get smarter all the time. He was probably waiting for the 20+ ships that dropped on top of me at that moment. But they were too slow. I engaged warp and escaped.
Poor Minmatar. You can find the sensor feed here [Youtube.com] for your enjoyment.
[G.Dip] swatyy
I found Nolaquen on the Auga gate in a stabber “coffin” Cruiser. He tried to burn back to the gate, but was far too slow. Watching his ship burn in space made me feel better. He was followed by Wooki 1 piloting a Moa cruiser. The Minmatar seem to be flying ships other than their own… I guess they are the fools I first took them for.
Not that they can fly them well. Edgar Boron was flying a Myrmidon Battlecruiser a few hundred clicks off a station, right as his friends had docked. I landed 5km away and engaged with confidant fury. Edgar screamed for help, but to no avail. Minmatar are slow to aid their companions, and Edgar’s ship burned alone.
There was a large enemy fleet roaming around, and numbers always make the Minmatar arrogant without cause. I scanned down a Vexor cruiser in a belt and warped in to find Captain Vaguy. The heathen was ratting, with a Vagabond friend 300km off!
“Sometimes outnumbered, never outgunned”
I landed on the Vexor and engaged, certain I could destroy the Vagabond Heavy Assault Cruiser if he chose to aid his friend. Vaguy died pitifully, so fast I almost felt sorry for him. Razing the wreck, I aligned for an exit, the Vagabond having never lifted a finger to help his friend in need. These slaves get smarter all the time. He was probably waiting for the 20+ ships that dropped on top of me at that moment. But they were too slow. I engaged warp and escaped.
Poor Minmatar. You can find the sensor feed here [Youtube.com] for your enjoyment.
[G.Dip] swatyy
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Burning Skys
My eyes opened, my peaceful sleep interrupted by the console alarm. Rising from bed, I shivered in the cool recycled air, but at least it shook the drowsiness from my body. Stepping over to the console, I muted the alarm and checked the status. It was a message from one of my many spies. The Minmatar were on the move, a light attack group of Assault Frigates and Interceptors. A smile played at the corners of my mouth.
With nothing but my undergarments on, I entered the station hanger. Some people stared at me, a half-naked Amarrian preparing his ship for launch, but I paid them no mind. There was not a second to lose, not if I wanted to engage this attack group. Soon the station was at my six and I set course for the Dal star system. The timing was perfect.
I jumped into Dal just as the enemy fleet began arriving on the gate. Consisting Interceptors, Assault Frigates and cruisers, about 6 or 7 in number, I measured their strength and the hostile presence in local. They were tactically superior, but they would not be prepared for the ferocity of my Harbinger, the Pike. I fit her for exactly this sort of fight, to engage and destroy multiple cruiser and frigate sized targets.
Holding steady, I allowed a few ships to pass through the gate before breaking my own jump cloak, effectively splitting their fleet. Then I uncloaked and engaged Berserk Foil who was flying a Jaguar. I could almost hear his screams for help through the void of space as my pulse laser carronade cut into his target-painted ship. It took a few moments before the other ships on the gate to realize what had happened, ample time to reduce Berserk’s vessel to rubble.
As I anticipated, the enemy fleet attacked me. I calmly launched my wing of Warrior II drones and began engaging the swarming frigates around me. By now the ships that had jumped out of system had returned and I found myself beset with buzzing Minmatar insects. I swatted them down like the flies they were.
Targets wove in and out, some escaping my clutches while others fell in my wake. Mystic Wood found his Stabber cruiser to be an aptly described "coffin" ship. Pyyracy strayed too close in his Wolf Assault Frigate and became entangled in my web and scrambler, paying for his foolhardiness with his ship. I couldn’t help but laugh at the Minmatar futility, the imputance of their resistance. I laughed too soon.
The Minmatar called in heavy support, an Armageddon-class battleship. The blasphemers were using Amarrian technology against me! I have learned there are no depths to Minmatar shame on the battlefield. I had thinned the swarm, burning wrecks surrounded me, but there were still frigates ducking in and out. I resigned myself to my fate.
"Let me die on pyre made of burning Minmatar ships!"
I let loose everything I had, putting drones on one target and my lasers on another. Several vessels fled before my renewed rage, but one held his ground. I could see he was a veteran by the way he handled his ship, bold aggression tempered with precise flying. LP McDuffs held a fast orbit just outside web range in his Ares Interceptor. He was the only one left holding a point on me! The Armageddon had torn through my shields and into my armor. Doom was upon me, but I realized fate had given me a rare opportunity. I ceased it!
Turning into McDuffs' orbit, I forced his orbit into an elipse. At the right moment, at the bottom of his arc, a second sharp perpendicular turn did the trick. I over heated my stasis web and watched my distance. McDuff's velocity was so high, he overcorrected the tack and fell just into web range. I grinned. The web went live, followed by my target painter and a hail of laser fire from overheated guns. McDuff's exploding ship streaked across the heavens, and I was free!
My armor rented and hull laid bare, I activated my warp drive. Every volley from the Armageddon opened cracks in my hull, plums of fire bursting out. But their prize was denied. My warp drive engaged. Limping back to a logistics outpost, I reflected on my narrow escape and the ruined Minmatar ships left on the battlefield. It was a good day!
[G.Dip] - swatyy
With nothing but my undergarments on, I entered the station hanger. Some people stared at me, a half-naked Amarrian preparing his ship for launch, but I paid them no mind. There was not a second to lose, not if I wanted to engage this attack group. Soon the station was at my six and I set course for the Dal star system. The timing was perfect.
I jumped into Dal just as the enemy fleet began arriving on the gate. Consisting Interceptors, Assault Frigates and cruisers, about 6 or 7 in number, I measured their strength and the hostile presence in local. They were tactically superior, but they would not be prepared for the ferocity of my Harbinger, the Pike. I fit her for exactly this sort of fight, to engage and destroy multiple cruiser and frigate sized targets.
Holding steady, I allowed a few ships to pass through the gate before breaking my own jump cloak, effectively splitting their fleet. Then I uncloaked and engaged Berserk Foil who was flying a Jaguar. I could almost hear his screams for help through the void of space as my pulse laser carronade cut into his target-painted ship. It took a few moments before the other ships on the gate to realize what had happened, ample time to reduce Berserk’s vessel to rubble.
As I anticipated, the enemy fleet attacked me. I calmly launched my wing of Warrior II drones and began engaging the swarming frigates around me. By now the ships that had jumped out of system had returned and I found myself beset with buzzing Minmatar insects. I swatted them down like the flies they were.
Targets wove in and out, some escaping my clutches while others fell in my wake. Mystic Wood found his Stabber cruiser to be an aptly described "coffin" ship. Pyyracy strayed too close in his Wolf Assault Frigate and became entangled in my web and scrambler, paying for his foolhardiness with his ship. I couldn’t help but laugh at the Minmatar futility, the imputance of their resistance. I laughed too soon.
The Minmatar called in heavy support, an Armageddon-class battleship. The blasphemers were using Amarrian technology against me! I have learned there are no depths to Minmatar shame on the battlefield. I had thinned the swarm, burning wrecks surrounded me, but there were still frigates ducking in and out. I resigned myself to my fate.
"Let me die on pyre made of burning Minmatar ships!"
I let loose everything I had, putting drones on one target and my lasers on another. Several vessels fled before my renewed rage, but one held his ground. I could see he was a veteran by the way he handled his ship, bold aggression tempered with precise flying. LP McDuffs held a fast orbit just outside web range in his Ares Interceptor. He was the only one left holding a point on me! The Armageddon had torn through my shields and into my armor. Doom was upon me, but I realized fate had given me a rare opportunity. I ceased it!
Turning into McDuffs' orbit, I forced his orbit into an elipse. At the right moment, at the bottom of his arc, a second sharp perpendicular turn did the trick. I over heated my stasis web and watched my distance. McDuff's velocity was so high, he overcorrected the tack and fell just into web range. I grinned. The web went live, followed by my target painter and a hail of laser fire from overheated guns. McDuff's exploding ship streaked across the heavens, and I was free!
My armor rented and hull laid bare, I activated my warp drive. Every volley from the Armageddon opened cracks in my hull, plums of fire bursting out. But their prize was denied. My warp drive engaged. Limping back to a logistics outpost, I reflected on my narrow escape and the ruined Minmatar ships left on the battlefield. It was a good day!
[G.Dip] - swatyy
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