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
Saturday, June 20, 2009
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
After Action Report: 2009-05-31 10:11:00
The pod fluid seemed chilly this morning. I shook off the cold as I slid into my submerged seat and inhaled the thick liquid. Evil waits for no pilot, and there were reports in Amarr Militia comms that Minmatar attack parties were marauding about the boarder systems. This, of course, cannot stand. The familiar inertia pushed me back into my seat as my vessel accelerated out of station dock.
I ran my standard patrol from Amamake. There were minor contacts in Dal and Siseide, but the Minmatar frigates wisely evaded the EVO Pike. Minmatar coffin ships, they made the wise move by ceding the field when I arrived. Arrogance has no place in the holy Amarrian warrior, but it is difficult not to feel satisfaction when your enemies scatter at your approach. I jumped into Auga, feeling I would return home empty handed this trip. Still, I had shown the Amarr banner and made sure the Minmatar I encountered knew they had no claim to this constellation.
I came to a stop on the Dal gate in Auga to run a scan. Nothing. I set course for the Amamake gate, and home, when a Hound dropped out of warp on the gate only 1km from me. Instinctively, I canceled warp. 4th Domination wouldn’t engage, not a Stealth Bomber against a battlecruiser; he must just be passing through to Dal. I gave local a quick check for a hostile spike and decided to give the Hound an unfriendly send off. I locked target, expecting Dom to instantly jump.
He didn’t.
As the locking timer quickly approached zero, I stared at the Hound in disbelief. Then I understood. Dom had dropped out of warp just *outside* jump distance and had been decloaked by my proximity. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his misfortune, bubbles exiting my nostrils in the pod fluid, as Dom madly tried to approach the gate.
It was too late. I overheated my guns as the target locked and fired a carronade. 4th Domination learned why all the other rebel frigates had given me wide berth. The lasers tore through his shields, melted through the armor and sliced past his hull into critical systems. In a flash, with a single devastating pulse, I had left his ship a ruined bulkhead floating in space. The ferocity of my attack left Dom dazed and confused. I took the opportunity his hesitation provided, locked his pod, and claimed his life.
After scooping his loot, I fired the Hound wreck and patiently waited for the aggression timer to count down. It seems Dom really was alone, unfortunate bastard. Then I jumped back to Amamake, that godless system, my home. This morning was entertaining, at the very least.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
I ran my standard patrol from Amamake. There were minor contacts in Dal and Siseide, but the Minmatar frigates wisely evaded the EVO Pike. Minmatar coffin ships, they made the wise move by ceding the field when I arrived. Arrogance has no place in the holy Amarrian warrior, but it is difficult not to feel satisfaction when your enemies scatter at your approach. I jumped into Auga, feeling I would return home empty handed this trip. Still, I had shown the Amarr banner and made sure the Minmatar I encountered knew they had no claim to this constellation.
I came to a stop on the Dal gate in Auga to run a scan. Nothing. I set course for the Amamake gate, and home, when a Hound dropped out of warp on the gate only 1km from me. Instinctively, I canceled warp. 4th Domination wouldn’t engage, not a Stealth Bomber against a battlecruiser; he must just be passing through to Dal. I gave local a quick check for a hostile spike and decided to give the Hound an unfriendly send off. I locked target, expecting Dom to instantly jump.
He didn’t.
As the locking timer quickly approached zero, I stared at the Hound in disbelief. Then I understood. Dom had dropped out of warp just *outside* jump distance and had been decloaked by my proximity. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his misfortune, bubbles exiting my nostrils in the pod fluid, as Dom madly tried to approach the gate.
It was too late. I overheated my guns as the target locked and fired a carronade. 4th Domination learned why all the other rebel frigates had given me wide berth. The lasers tore through his shields, melted through the armor and sliced past his hull into critical systems. In a flash, with a single devastating pulse, I had left his ship a ruined bulkhead floating in space. The ferocity of my attack left Dom dazed and confused. I took the opportunity his hesitation provided, locked his pod, and claimed his life.
After scooping his loot, I fired the Hound wreck and patiently waited for the aggression timer to count down. It seems Dom really was alone, unfortunate bastard. Then I jumped back to Amamake, that godless system, my home. This morning was entertaining, at the very least.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
Saturday, May 30, 2009
History of me
My beginnings. A couple RL friends suggested I try Eve about three years ago, and I was instantly hooked. I created my first toon, Ben’Garran, and soon realized that spending years training would suck hardcore. Being a reasonably creative problem solver, I discovered that it’s much faster to earn isk to buy an account than it is to train from scratch. So I created a couple miner accounts and ran to the biggest group of carebears I could find. Back in 2006, it was the Freelancer Alliance (FLA). Of all the fuzzies I’ve ever played with, they by far had the brightest rainbows. They gave Richard Simmons a run for his money on the “rainbow” front.
Rebirth. After a couple months of heavy crock mining with Galatech Ltd, I bought a combat toon by the name of Atomic Mayhem. This is where the game really started opening up. Here I was, a 3 month old player able to T2 fit battleships. While the character was awesome and I got more than my fair share of kills, I was roasted by the Burn Eden gangs that regularly marauded through FLA space without resistance. Those guys were awesome. But even getting my ass handed to me by such excellent tacticians was fun and I got to meet several infamous FLA leaders.
After awhile, I realized I wasn’t going to learn how to PvP in FLA. It was the case of the blind leading the blind. We heard loud bitching on the Eve-O forums about a group called the Privateer Alliance who were raining terror on carebears across Eve. They had war-dec’ed FLA and popped my hauler as it undocked from Jita… and laughed about in local. When I asked what to do in corp chat, people got mad at me for encouraging them with “easy kills.”
I was emotionally traumatized. I have the scars to this day… I knew right there and then, I wanted to join up!
Getting Aggressive. My friends and I left FLA, and I became CEO of Bottomfeeders Inc. We joined the PA for 50M/wk and started tearing things up with AF/cruiser/recon gangs. This was hella fun, and I quickly learned in weeks PvP skills I hadn’t seen in months of 0.0 combat. We also participated in targeted war-decs between tours in the PA, and it was during this time I met several long-time Eve friends... as targets. It wasn’t long before our targets had combat alts in Bottomfeeders (if only to keep tabs on us) and we burned, pillaged and raped. Good days, good days. Then the PA nerf was instituted by CCP, and an era came to a close. I decided I wanted to try my hand at 0.0 territory war.
Signing Up for War. I sold off Atomic Mayhem and upgraded to a new character, Scius. We met one of the founding members of KOS while in the PA, and he offered Bottomfeeders a place in Knights of the Southern Cross to help with the war effort. Scius was a capable Dread pilot and soon we found ourselves in KOS on the Tenferis southern front fighting RISE. I learned quite a bit about fleet warfare and roving gangs, but it was clear that KOS was full of farmers. Actually, the Chinese farmers, Tang Corp, often fielded similar firepower as KOS when repelling hostiles in local.
After awhile, our group wanted to move to a new challenge with a more aggressive group. To do this, we disbanded Bottomfeeders and joined FATAL. We did some cap warfare and larger gang stuff. Around this time, we met the STK folks during joint ops between FATAL and MPIRE. Unfortunately, life obligations forced me to cut back on my game time. I sold my character and did a bit of industrial stuff on the side. As a side note, the guy I sold Scius to was responsible for the whole “honor tanking” incident, not I.
The Return. My situation settled, and I was able to come back to Eve. By this time, I had built a sizable wallet building/trading/inventing and looked for a new toon. Eventually, I settled on Swatyy (pronounced “sway”). Shortly after purchasing Swatyy, I joined STK Scientific to fly with a few old-time Eve friends. Over the course of three short months, I shot into the top 10 on the All Time Killers and the All Time Scorer lists for the Blackout Alliance and a respectable kill/loss ratio less than 10:1. We had a number of excellent roams and solid fights.
After a few months with Blackout, Digital Renegades launched an assault on our outpost systems. They hit the high-end moon harvesting arrays and Blackout decided to vacate Paragon Soul, ultimately handing the system, and the fight, over to United Legion. STK, the Blackout executor corporation, unfortunately experienced a leadership vacuum that ultimately lead to Blackout’s disbandment.
With STK choosing to become an Empire resident, I decided to start a shell corporation (Evolving Paradigms) to participate in Faction Warfare. Over the last few months I have flown solo for the underdogs of Eve, the Amarr Militia. While out-gunned and outnumbered, I still inflicted heavy causalities on the opposition. I hope to continue cutting a bloody swath through space for the Amarr Militia.
Rebirth. After a couple months of heavy crock mining with Galatech Ltd, I bought a combat toon by the name of Atomic Mayhem. This is where the game really started opening up. Here I was, a 3 month old player able to T2 fit battleships. While the character was awesome and I got more than my fair share of kills, I was roasted by the Burn Eden gangs that regularly marauded through FLA space without resistance. Those guys were awesome. But even getting my ass handed to me by such excellent tacticians was fun and I got to meet several infamous FLA leaders.
After awhile, I realized I wasn’t going to learn how to PvP in FLA. It was the case of the blind leading the blind. We heard loud bitching on the Eve-O forums about a group called the Privateer Alliance who were raining terror on carebears across Eve. They had war-dec’ed FLA and popped my hauler as it undocked from Jita… and laughed about in local. When I asked what to do in corp chat, people got mad at me for encouraging them with “easy kills.”
I was emotionally traumatized. I have the scars to this day… I knew right there and then, I wanted to join up!
Getting Aggressive. My friends and I left FLA, and I became CEO of Bottomfeeders Inc. We joined the PA for 50M/wk and started tearing things up with AF/cruiser/recon gangs. This was hella fun, and I quickly learned in weeks PvP skills I hadn’t seen in months of 0.0 combat. We also participated in targeted war-decs between tours in the PA, and it was during this time I met several long-time Eve friends... as targets. It wasn’t long before our targets had combat alts in Bottomfeeders (if only to keep tabs on us) and we burned, pillaged and raped. Good days, good days. Then the PA nerf was instituted by CCP, and an era came to a close. I decided I wanted to try my hand at 0.0 territory war.
Signing Up for War. I sold off Atomic Mayhem and upgraded to a new character, Scius. We met one of the founding members of KOS while in the PA, and he offered Bottomfeeders a place in Knights of the Southern Cross to help with the war effort. Scius was a capable Dread pilot and soon we found ourselves in KOS on the Tenferis southern front fighting RISE. I learned quite a bit about fleet warfare and roving gangs, but it was clear that KOS was full of farmers. Actually, the Chinese farmers, Tang Corp, often fielded similar firepower as KOS when repelling hostiles in local.
After awhile, our group wanted to move to a new challenge with a more aggressive group. To do this, we disbanded Bottomfeeders and joined FATAL. We did some cap warfare and larger gang stuff. Around this time, we met the STK folks during joint ops between FATAL and MPIRE. Unfortunately, life obligations forced me to cut back on my game time. I sold my character and did a bit of industrial stuff on the side. As a side note, the guy I sold Scius to was responsible for the whole “honor tanking” incident, not I.
The Return. My situation settled, and I was able to come back to Eve. By this time, I had built a sizable wallet building/trading/inventing and looked for a new toon. Eventually, I settled on Swatyy (pronounced “sway”). Shortly after purchasing Swatyy, I joined STK Scientific to fly with a few old-time Eve friends. Over the course of three short months, I shot into the top 10 on the All Time Killers and the All Time Scorer lists for the Blackout Alliance and a respectable kill/loss ratio less than 10:1. We had a number of excellent roams and solid fights.
After a few months with Blackout, Digital Renegades launched an assault on our outpost systems. They hit the high-end moon harvesting arrays and Blackout decided to vacate Paragon Soul, ultimately handing the system, and the fight, over to United Legion. STK, the Blackout executor corporation, unfortunately experienced a leadership vacuum that ultimately lead to Blackout’s disbandment.
With STK choosing to become an Empire resident, I decided to start a shell corporation (Evolving Paradigms) to participate in Faction Warfare. Over the last few months I have flown solo for the underdogs of Eve, the Amarr Militia. While out-gunned and outnumbered, I still inflicted heavy causalities on the opposition. I hope to continue cutting a bloody swath through space for the Amarr Militia.
After Action Report: 2009-05-30 12:28:00
There I was, dodging pirates in Amamake. They were out in force again, too many for me to handle alone. It’s lonely, you know, being a solo pilot in the war zone. My associates think I’m insane, not only because I fly alone on the front lines but because I live in Amamake. That pirate-infested and war torn system bereft of godliness or hope is the place I call home. It was hot today, and I found myself patrolling the HED constellation, a ring of 5 or so systems just inside the Minmatar Republic.
There wasn’t much happening; it was still early morning for the Minmatar. But then something caught my attention as I passed through Auga. My scanner was flashing. A Catalyst destroyer was detected. Narrowing the scan range, I warped to the nearest celestial object and dropped 50km from a war target. Dendar was perched above the Kourmonen gate, watching. Outside my effective range, I aligned to a planet behind Dendar and tried to align-warp. When I returned to the Kourmonen gate at 50km, I saw that the Catalyst was joined by an Ares interceptor piloted by Euterpe Ithairegolis. I was still 35km off my mark. Damnit!
Gallente freedom fighters seem to be flocking to the Minmatar cause. Godless heathens, the whole lot of them. I turned toward Dendar, who locked me and opened fire. Without an afterburner or MWD, I was forced to slowly close the distance under Dendar’s guns. I held my fire. Patience, I had to get into scram range before returning hostilities.
35km… Euterpe warped off… 30km… swaped to long-range Scorch crystals… 25km… my shields are gone, overheating disruptor… 20km… locked Dendar, just as Euterpe appeared 20km off my port bow!
The disruptor reached out and held Dendar as my first broadside collapsed his shields and deeply scarred his armor. Euterpe was closing range; I launched a wing of Warrior IIs and locked his interceptor. The second carronade of pulse lasers cut a fatal swath through Dendar’s hull, his ship becoming a pyre before the darkness of space claimed even that last spark of life.
At 5km, my scrambler and web seized Euterpe, shutting off his WMD and slowing him to a crawl. I could hear his scream across space as he realized his folly. He set his course too close, flying by at 500m. But now, scrammed and webbed, the safety of his speed stripped, my Warrior II drones bit into his hull. As he passed, I gauged his transversal velocity. The interceptor’s inerta was too great to complete his turn at 500m, and I knew Euterpe would have to tack to maintain his close orbit. Then I would have him.
Sure enough, Euterpe turned. Just as his transversal dropped, I fired a broadside. The tracking computer and tracking enhancer helped steady my guns, and Euterpe’s interceptor burst into flame before the cold of space claimed the charred wreck.
At that moment, local began to fill. They must have reported my location. I aligned to a planet and razed the interceptor wreck just as a Rook appeared on my overview. Then I was gone, in warp to a safe planet. I docked in Auga to repair my battle damage. I would prefer to destoy Minmatar, all things being equal, but it’s good that the Gallente know their interference will not be tolerated in Ammarian affairs.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
There wasn’t much happening; it was still early morning for the Minmatar. But then something caught my attention as I passed through Auga. My scanner was flashing. A Catalyst destroyer was detected. Narrowing the scan range, I warped to the nearest celestial object and dropped 50km from a war target. Dendar was perched above the Kourmonen gate, watching. Outside my effective range, I aligned to a planet behind Dendar and tried to align-warp. When I returned to the Kourmonen gate at 50km, I saw that the Catalyst was joined by an Ares interceptor piloted by Euterpe Ithairegolis. I was still 35km off my mark. Damnit!
Gallente freedom fighters seem to be flocking to the Minmatar cause. Godless heathens, the whole lot of them. I turned toward Dendar, who locked me and opened fire. Without an afterburner or MWD, I was forced to slowly close the distance under Dendar’s guns. I held my fire. Patience, I had to get into scram range before returning hostilities.
35km… Euterpe warped off… 30km… swaped to long-range Scorch crystals… 25km… my shields are gone, overheating disruptor… 20km… locked Dendar, just as Euterpe appeared 20km off my port bow!
The disruptor reached out and held Dendar as my first broadside collapsed his shields and deeply scarred his armor. Euterpe was closing range; I launched a wing of Warrior IIs and locked his interceptor. The second carronade of pulse lasers cut a fatal swath through Dendar’s hull, his ship becoming a pyre before the darkness of space claimed even that last spark of life.
At 5km, my scrambler and web seized Euterpe, shutting off his WMD and slowing him to a crawl. I could hear his scream across space as he realized his folly. He set his course too close, flying by at 500m. But now, scrammed and webbed, the safety of his speed stripped, my Warrior II drones bit into his hull. As he passed, I gauged his transversal velocity. The interceptor’s inerta was too great to complete his turn at 500m, and I knew Euterpe would have to tack to maintain his close orbit. Then I would have him.
Sure enough, Euterpe turned. Just as his transversal dropped, I fired a broadside. The tracking computer and tracking enhancer helped steady my guns, and Euterpe’s interceptor burst into flame before the cold of space claimed the charred wreck.
At that moment, local began to fill. They must have reported my location. I aligned to a planet and razed the interceptor wreck just as a Rook appeared on my overview. Then I was gone, in warp to a safe planet. I docked in Auga to repair my battle damage. I would prefer to destoy Minmatar, all things being equal, but it’s good that the Gallente know their interference will not be tolerated in Ammarian affairs.
swatyy
[EV-O] CEO
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