Blogged by Jay Joringer
Blackstar's Jericho
Wing had been complaining about the amount of traffic that was moving through
their highsec static, as well as the amount of K162's that were prone to appearing
in their system. This was making difficult for them to do their production. As
much as this sounds like it's coming from a true bunch of carebears, it's part
of the game. Those guys have stuck with Blackstar through thick and thin, so I
wasn't about to ignore them. Besides, a quieter system might see Jarett on the
wrong side of the killboard a little less. With that in mind, a C3 with a
lowsec static was probably the best place to move all the guys from the C2
into.
As it happens, we had
spotted a decent one. Respectable PI, all Interbus customs offices. There was
someone living in it, however; The Board of Education. It took me a
while, and a small amount of digging to remember where I'd heard of them
before. It was on their killboard that I spotted the familiar name of Riley Augustin, CEO of The Inheritors, who we've roamed with
a few times. I chatted with Riley and asked if he was up for a little payback.
Pirates never seem to say 'no' to those kind of opportunities. He did mention
Max from [BOOKS] was a cool guy, but they were "sworn enemies".
Fleet up for the op
was delayed a little while we waited for the U210 to despawn. [BOOKS] had a
medium Amarr tower with no shield hardeners anchored, so we'd opted for a
shield fleet. In the main, Ravens with Mjolnir Torpedoes, but a fair few
Oracles, Tornadoes and Talos' backed up with a couple of Basi's. The EU
corporations provided the bulk of the fleet along with a couple from [RINGS], but Universal Novatech
Inc. conspicuous by their absence once again.
We'd set up the staging
POS which we named Lazarus as we were once again starting C3 operations earlier
in the day. As luck would have it, the C3 spawned a connection to another C3
that had a highsec static and to top things off, it was owned by The Flying Dutchmen, who we'd flown
with while part of B274. Thankfully, they were cool about us moving an Orca an
a couple of T3's through (although while they happily agreed to it in convo,
who wouldn't expect a trap, right?). True to their word, they let us pass
without incident.
The fleet had moved to
Skarkon the connecting lowsec system when Lord
WhoDAT decided to show up. Only 45 minutes late, so for his standards,
that was pretty good. We'd even met up with Riley and his contribution to the
op (1 other pilot) by then. The combined fleet was already engaging the tower
when Whodat finally got his shit together. I called for a scout to guide him
into the system, but he'd somehow managed to get himself camped in a station by
a Brutix and a Typhoon and was screaming over TS for the fleet to stop shooting
the tower and go help him. We could only spare one scout to go help him out,
but he was AFK, so I asked WhoDAT to undock to see what was outside the station
and where. He announced that a Machariel had joined the party, which changed
things dramatically. Ravens would be pretty useless and it would eat the attack
Battlecruisers for breakfast. Of course, with the numbers we had, we could work
something out, but we'd need the scout. For the time being the order was
"sit tight." Apparently, that order was too complicated and someone
was about to learn the hard way just how good a Machariel is at bumping ships
off an undock. Shortly afterwards, the alliance recieved this:
_________________________________________________________________________________
TO ALL THAT WAS IN THE PUSSY FLEET
From: Lord WhoDAT
To: Enigma Project [EXIII]
_________________________________________________________________________________
FAIL ASS SHIT, THATS WHAT I THINK OF ALL YOU PUSSY FUCKS THAT WAS IN THAT FUCKING FLEET,
YOU ALL ARE DEAD TO ME, YOU YET AGAIN PROVED TO ME THAT YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUSSY NUBS
27 IN FLEET AND NOT ONE OF YOU PUSSIES WANTED HELPED ME OUT .
FUCK OFF
TO ALL THAT WAS IN THE PUSSY FLEET
From: Lord WhoDAT
To: Enigma Project [EXIII]
_________________________________________________________________________________
FAIL ASS SHIT, THATS WHAT I THINK OF ALL YOU PUSSY FUCKS THAT WAS IN THAT FUCKING FLEET,
YOU ALL ARE DEAD TO ME, YOU YET AGAIN PROVED TO ME THAT YOU ARE A BUNCH OF PUSSY NUBS
27 IN FLEET AND NOT ONE OF YOU PUSSIES WANTED HELPED ME OUT .
FUCK OFF
_________________________________________________________________________________
And for completion, here's the lossmail. Feel free to leave a
comment.
Funnily enough, the
alliance CEO's were discussing whether The Cleansing should be booted from the alliance.
It's amazing how one guy being a complete tool on an a lowsec undock can save
you a lot of delicate diplomacy.
Unencumbered by
[CLNZ.], Enigma Project finished the first phase of the op smoothly. At least this POS was set up correctly and shot back, but then again, with as few guns and ECM as there was on the tower, it may has well have been unarmed. The fleet moved seamlessly from one module to the next and it wasn't long before the guns were trained on the tower itself. It was too much to hope for that they had neglected to fill the strontium bay, although it wasn't completely full.
Once
again, it was awesome to see the numbers committed to it. Even though POS
bashing isn't the most exciting thing to be doing, it was good to get the guys
together and talk shit over TS while ruining someone's day - that's the part
that makes the ops worthwhile. With Lazarus firmly in place and the [BOOKS] POS
into reinforced until 7am the next morning and all the defence modules
incapacitated, we called it a night early so we could be ready to hit it again
once it came out of RF. The US
guys didn't need to do anything, but we left Anselm to keep watch until we
logged back in...
(to be continued)
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