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].
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A Good Morning
It was early. The cold steel from which the station was constructed made the air chilly, especially in the mornings when the environmental controls are set to nominal. Greedy station keepers… won’t even keep the heat on overnight. But it really was no bother to an Amarr warrior such as myself, other than the irritation that I was a patron of some heathen’s avarice. It was time to patrol the boarder land, if only to work off the foul mood I awoke with.
Undocking from my home station in Amamake, I took stock of the other vessels in the system. There were a few pirates lurking about as always, but things were quiet. My beastly Harbinger slowly lumbered in alignment toward the Auga gate. A few heathens passed my wake, but none that would engage me. I can’t blame them, even if they are cowards. Still, I was growing more irritated by the moment. Reports in Militia and [G.Dip] corp chat reported a large enemy fleet moving between Dal and Auga. I warped to the Dal gate and jumped. Maybe I could pick off some stragglers too slow or foolish to stay with their large fleet.
I entered system and bounced around the gates, frequently checking my scanner. I found something odd… there were three ships on scan but nothing near the gate. Quickly narrowing the scan, I found a Rupture cruiser, Rifter frigate and a Scimitar Logistics ship on a Minmatar Republic station. A typical Minmatar small gang, emphasizing strong defense, fast ships better to flee in, and station-hugging tactics that allow them to disengage from any questionable fight.
I initiated warp to the station, fully aware I was attacking a tactically superior force. They had three ships to my one, with an advanced Scimitar that has the strongest defenses of any Minmatar cruiser short of a Broadsword Heavy Interdictor. My targets were outside a friendly station where they could hide and probably harbored more enemies. Further, a Minmatar fleet just passed through the system, which meant I was on a 2-minute timer before reinforcements arrived.
“Outnumbered but never outgunned,” – Gunship Diplomacy Motto
I decided that I would use Minmatar cowardice to my advantage. If I could cow the Scimitar into docking, hopefully the Rupture and Rifter would aggress in the mean time. Then I could have my way with them and exit the field before docked hostiles could muster the fortitude to undock and engage or the large Minmatar fleet that passed through could return at the call of my target’s shrill screams.
I fell from warp and landed a mere 1000 km from Curtiss Hawk in the Scimitar. Smiling inwardly, I knew the psychological advantage was mine as our paths had crossed before. Without losing a precious moment, I targeted Curtiss and deployed my drones. Overheated guns hummed ominously and then discharged in astonishing force when the target locked. The Minmatar Logistic's tank wilted under my pulsing lasers. The attack’s fury took the small fleet by surprise; they seemed unsure what to do. A few moments passed and the Scimitar was at half shield, but the cruiser and frigate didn’t engage. I realized my brazen attack might have been overpowering, resulting in my enemy docking in safety despite their clear tactical superiority. Such was the way of slaves, after all.
One thing was clear, the confusion worked to my advantage. I laughed as I intercepted Curtiss’s communication with the station imploring the station manager to accelerate the docking procedure. At the same moment, the Rupture piloted by Haegir engaged. My trap sprang shut. As Curtiss disappeared into the station, my primed guns turned on Haegir. Committed to the fight and unable to dock, I held him in place with a scrambler and web, reducing his ship to rubble in a few quick volleys. Then I turned to the pesky Rifter frigate, tearing his vessel deep into armor before the tide turned.
A Rook appeared and saved the little frigate from certain destruction. Local began to fill. My two minutes was up, and the enemy fleet had returned and was in route. Curtiss undocked, joined by another frigate and Interceptor. Realizing there was one hope, I would turn the Minmatar tactics against them. I recalled my drones and waited. More frigates had arrived, but they were on the far side of the station and had to fly to my position. Shields failed and my armor was deeply scarred, all the while the Rook held me in space, jammed.
I calmly took stock, allowing minutes to pass. Today, I might die. All is well, for this is an honorable way to pass, the cause just. My armor was gone, my hull buckling under the Minmatar hordes piling on, hoping to claim fleeting glory by their mere presence during the fall of an Amarrian warrior.
I opened comms with the station, “This is Imperial Major Swatyy. Initiate docking sequence.” A smirk spread across my face as 4th Dominion entered local and said, “Am I too late for the Harbinger kill?” The docking beams guided my burning Harbinger into the hangar’s safety, much to the chagrin of the unwashed Minmatar piling upon the stations docking hatches.
The morning’s irritation had evaporated. I had flown headstrong into a fight outnumbered and tactically disadvantaged, right under the nose of a large enemy fleet. By all measures, I should have died, my ship a flaming hulk burning in space. Instead, the vicious ferocity of my attack, sheer impetious guile, turned the battle in my favor. I snatched a cruiser from the Minmatar swarm and turned their own tactics against them to escape. This was a good morning after all.
[G.Dip] swatyy
Undocking from my home station in Amamake, I took stock of the other vessels in the system. There were a few pirates lurking about as always, but things were quiet. My beastly Harbinger slowly lumbered in alignment toward the Auga gate. A few heathens passed my wake, but none that would engage me. I can’t blame them, even if they are cowards. Still, I was growing more irritated by the moment. Reports in Militia and [G.Dip] corp chat reported a large enemy fleet moving between Dal and Auga. I warped to the Dal gate and jumped. Maybe I could pick off some stragglers too slow or foolish to stay with their large fleet.
I entered system and bounced around the gates, frequently checking my scanner. I found something odd… there were three ships on scan but nothing near the gate. Quickly narrowing the scan, I found a Rupture cruiser, Rifter frigate and a Scimitar Logistics ship on a Minmatar Republic station. A typical Minmatar small gang, emphasizing strong defense, fast ships better to flee in, and station-hugging tactics that allow them to disengage from any questionable fight.
I initiated warp to the station, fully aware I was attacking a tactically superior force. They had three ships to my one, with an advanced Scimitar that has the strongest defenses of any Minmatar cruiser short of a Broadsword Heavy Interdictor. My targets were outside a friendly station where they could hide and probably harbored more enemies. Further, a Minmatar fleet just passed through the system, which meant I was on a 2-minute timer before reinforcements arrived.
“Outnumbered but never outgunned,” – Gunship Diplomacy Motto
I decided that I would use Minmatar cowardice to my advantage. If I could cow the Scimitar into docking, hopefully the Rupture and Rifter would aggress in the mean time. Then I could have my way with them and exit the field before docked hostiles could muster the fortitude to undock and engage or the large Minmatar fleet that passed through could return at the call of my target’s shrill screams.
I fell from warp and landed a mere 1000 km from Curtiss Hawk in the Scimitar. Smiling inwardly, I knew the psychological advantage was mine as our paths had crossed before. Without losing a precious moment, I targeted Curtiss and deployed my drones. Overheated guns hummed ominously and then discharged in astonishing force when the target locked. The Minmatar Logistic's tank wilted under my pulsing lasers. The attack’s fury took the small fleet by surprise; they seemed unsure what to do. A few moments passed and the Scimitar was at half shield, but the cruiser and frigate didn’t engage. I realized my brazen attack might have been overpowering, resulting in my enemy docking in safety despite their clear tactical superiority. Such was the way of slaves, after all.
One thing was clear, the confusion worked to my advantage. I laughed as I intercepted Curtiss’s communication with the station imploring the station manager to accelerate the docking procedure. At the same moment, the Rupture piloted by Haegir engaged. My trap sprang shut. As Curtiss disappeared into the station, my primed guns turned on Haegir. Committed to the fight and unable to dock, I held him in place with a scrambler and web, reducing his ship to rubble in a few quick volleys. Then I turned to the pesky Rifter frigate, tearing his vessel deep into armor before the tide turned.
A Rook appeared and saved the little frigate from certain destruction. Local began to fill. My two minutes was up, and the enemy fleet had returned and was in route. Curtiss undocked, joined by another frigate and Interceptor. Realizing there was one hope, I would turn the Minmatar tactics against them. I recalled my drones and waited. More frigates had arrived, but they were on the far side of the station and had to fly to my position. Shields failed and my armor was deeply scarred, all the while the Rook held me in space, jammed.
I calmly took stock, allowing minutes to pass. Today, I might die. All is well, for this is an honorable way to pass, the cause just. My armor was gone, my hull buckling under the Minmatar hordes piling on, hoping to claim fleeting glory by their mere presence during the fall of an Amarrian warrior.
I opened comms with the station, “This is Imperial Major Swatyy. Initiate docking sequence.” A smirk spread across my face as 4th Dominion entered local and said, “Am I too late for the Harbinger kill?” The docking beams guided my burning Harbinger into the hangar’s safety, much to the chagrin of the unwashed Minmatar piling upon the stations docking hatches.
The morning’s irritation had evaporated. I had flown headstrong into a fight outnumbered and tactically disadvantaged, right under the nose of a large enemy fleet. By all measures, I should have died, my ship a flaming hulk burning in space. Instead, the vicious ferocity of my attack, sheer impetious guile, turned the battle in my favor. I snatched a cruiser from the Minmatar swarm and turned their own tactics against them to escape. This was a good morning after all.
[G.Dip] swatyy
Friday, June 12, 2009
Fire and Death
“The sands of time flow. Hope fades, honor remains. Charge into the maw of death with a glad heart, for in that darkness glory awaits.” – Swatyy
I met Domitar on the battle field once again. Knowing his stomping grounds, this was a conflict I sought. The last time we clashed I was flying inferiour Galentie technology and found myself burning in space. But things were different now. Autocannons roared over the hum of tuned pulse lasers. Drones passed in space. Even though he is a heathen, a low-born slave, Domitar has proven is worth and must be feared. But in the end, I proved my superiority; I took the field this day.
Vanity, a fool’s emotion. Horak Thor learned the hard way when I burned his Republic Fleet Firetail in Amamake. Redschak was of no help in his Stabber Cruiser; I killed them both. It makes me laugh to see former slaves squander their money on useless faction toys. Minmatar should know that when matched against superior Amarrian war machines, even their most rare ships are nothing more than expensive coffins.
While my victories were decisive, there were setbacks. A call went out that two enemy ships were sighted in kourmonen on the Huola gate. I charged to the fight, as any Amarrian warrior would. Two Minmatar fighters are fair odds against an Amarrian soldier. When I landed on the gate, I found a small fleet waiting. I decided to let them draw first blood. Then I would jump the gate into Huola and split their fire. While the gambit succeeded, at the cost of my shields, there were five more ships waiting on the other side. I destroyed Dr Despair and Horak Thor in my death throws, before the overwhelming force burned my Harbinger.
The war has intensified. Heathens and heroes alike have fallen before the glowing flame of blazing weapons. Through it all, I rejoice and lift my voice in song.
-- s
[G.DIP]
I met Domitar on the battle field once again. Knowing his stomping grounds, this was a conflict I sought. The last time we clashed I was flying inferiour Galentie technology and found myself burning in space. But things were different now. Autocannons roared over the hum of tuned pulse lasers. Drones passed in space. Even though he is a heathen, a low-born slave, Domitar has proven is worth and must be feared. But in the end, I proved my superiority; I took the field this day.
Vanity, a fool’s emotion. Horak Thor learned the hard way when I burned his Republic Fleet Firetail in Amamake. Redschak was of no help in his Stabber Cruiser; I killed them both. It makes me laugh to see former slaves squander their money on useless faction toys. Minmatar should know that when matched against superior Amarrian war machines, even their most rare ships are nothing more than expensive coffins.
While my victories were decisive, there were setbacks. A call went out that two enemy ships were sighted in kourmonen on the Huola gate. I charged to the fight, as any Amarrian warrior would. Two Minmatar fighters are fair odds against an Amarrian soldier. When I landed on the gate, I found a small fleet waiting. I decided to let them draw first blood. Then I would jump the gate into Huola and split their fire. While the gambit succeeded, at the cost of my shields, there were five more ships waiting on the other side. I destroyed Dr Despair and Horak Thor in my death throws, before the overwhelming force burned my Harbinger.
The war has intensified. Heathens and heroes alike have fallen before the glowing flame of blazing weapons. Through it all, I rejoice and lift my voice in song.
-- s
[G.DIP]
Thursday, June 4, 2009
A New Path
Times have changed. I must change with them. Standing alone against the unrighteous horde, I have cut a bloody swath for the Empire. How much stronger could I be, how much brighter the purging flame would burn, with a legion of like-mined souls? Yes, it is time for change.
I have found a group of hunters, Amarrian warriors who bring light to illuminate the hiding places of the unclean, who bring righteous justice to the heritics. Under this new banner, I will continue my crusade against the Minmatar uprising in the name of the Empire. I will not stand alone for I am Legion.
I may be outnumbered, but I will never be outgunned for I practice Gunship Diplomacy.
[G.Dip] swatyy
I have found a group of hunters, Amarrian warriors who bring light to illuminate the hiding places of the unclean, who bring righteous justice to the heritics. Under this new banner, I will continue my crusade against the Minmatar uprising in the name of the Empire. I will not stand alone for I am Legion.
I may be outnumbered, but I will never be outgunned for I practice Gunship Diplomacy.
[G.Dip] swatyy
Sunday, May 31, 2009
After Action Report: 2009-05-31 13:06:00
Once more unto the breach. After resting from the morning’s activity, I decided to head back out into the frontier lands. I didn’t have to wait long before I came across hostile activity. I found the plague on the Dal gate in Auga picking over the remains of a fallen brother. The heathen was flying an Amarr ship, a Prophecy! Rage welled up at the sight; I locked target and opened fired.
Whither by happenstance or plan, Peadar uncloaked in a Rapier Recon ship and engaged me. Outnumbered, my resolved hardened. I disengaged Plague and turned my guns on Peadar. The whining of pulse laser carronades rang in my ears, tearing into the Rapier's shields. Word seemed to have gotten out, and the pile-on began. Warg Matar appeared in a Rupture cruiser and attacked me.
Doom was upon me, but I wasn’t dead yet. I gritted my teeth and diverted all power into my weapon grid. The EVO Pike rained holy wrath upon Peadar. My pod fluid felt like it was boiling from the heat as I pushed my guns to their very limits. I let out a laugh as my Harbinger burst into flame around me and my pod ejected. As I warped away, saving my life, I grinned in satisfaction as I passed over the broken Rapier wreck floating next to my razed Harbinger hull.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
Whither by happenstance or plan, Peadar uncloaked in a Rapier Recon ship and engaged me. Outnumbered, my resolved hardened. I disengaged Plague and turned my guns on Peadar. The whining of pulse laser carronades rang in my ears, tearing into the Rapier's shields. Word seemed to have gotten out, and the pile-on began. Warg Matar appeared in a Rupture cruiser and attacked me.
Doom was upon me, but I wasn’t dead yet. I gritted my teeth and diverted all power into my weapon grid. The EVO Pike rained holy wrath upon Peadar. My pod fluid felt like it was boiling from the heat as I pushed my guns to their very limits. I let out a laugh as my Harbinger burst into flame around me and my pod ejected. As I warped away, saving my life, I grinned in satisfaction as I passed over the broken Rapier wreck floating next to my razed Harbinger hull.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
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