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Aeth Gemulus' Eve-Weekend: A Tragedy in 6 parts

Let us being with the gut-wrenching tale of Rupture Loss #1:

Assailants- Suleimann Shouaa + Angel Crusher + Connor Oberst

So I haven't really decided if I want to go full piratey-outlaw-negativetenpointoh-badass or just part time pirate with preserved security status yet, and as such, when there isn't any player vs player action to be had, I have recently taken up floating between belts looking for npc battleship pirates to kill. This is not the most exciting or engaging activity in the world, and as such my attention drifts. Checking email, browsing forums, watching stupid youtube videos (more on this later), and listening to music (more on this shortly), etc, etc, etc.

As such, in the early hours of Sunday, May 1st, our hero was found on an asteroid belt engaged in battle with previously mentioned Angel Crusher, when suddenly, thanks to the random shuffle feature he was employing in Winamp, he found himself listening to a song he had never heard before: No Lies, Just Love by Bright Eyes. Oh. My. God. (+ Show Spoiler +) What kind of hero finds himself on the verge of tears whilst engaged in glorious internet spaceship battles?

As my vision started to go slightly blurry (just tearing up, not really shedding anything!) and my attention drifted, I was suddenly and abrasively shocked back into reality (err, Eve) by the incredibly irritating and doom indicating low shields warning. On my overview, one Suleiman Shouaa (who I had, not a week ago, gone on a highly successful and enjoyable roam with!) was ominously flashing red in his Harbinger.

I pretty much completely lose any ability to think when I engage in pvp combat in Eve still. I haven't really decided if this is a good thing or a bad thing yet, but its a rush at least. Anyway, this resulted in my trying to align to the sun and burn out by overheating my microwarpdrive (he was disruptor fit,) without my really checking where the sun was in conjunction to my ship. Instead of making my escape, which I should have done with ease, I ended up careening off of an asteroid and exploding in a firey ball. Oops. Feeling betrayed (and also somewhat depressed because of my recent and unexpected listening experience,) I warped my pod out and headed home.

http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9561926


Part 2: Rupture Loss #2:

Assailants - Ariartus & Friends (Gunpoint Diplomacy) + Some Swedish Punk with a Webcam

As Hatchery members from around the world continued to afk, our hero yet again finds himself with little to do. Craving action, he decides to yet again pursue his goal of ratting whilst looking for potential targets, instead of just logging out of the game and actually doing something. Undocking in Oddelulf, he quickly finds a Vagabond on D-scan tagged 'Pre-Dinner Mayo.' Although he hadn't actually eaten anything yet on this terrible day, he found that he had managed to lose his appetite anyways. Commenting on this attrocity in local chat, he is quickly greeted by one Ariartus, who introduces him to (remember those stupid youtube videos I mentioned?) Regular Ordinary Swedish Mealtime (see + Show Spoiler +) After laughing and exchanging pleasantries in local chat for a few minutes, he heads upon his merry way, feeling newly formed comradery and friendship.
However, when he arrives in the next system, he quickly sees his pal appear in local, and shortly thereafter on D-Scan. Surely she'd not betray him like this? Despite his doubts, he aligns out to the next system in his routes' gate and sets speed to max, and not in vain - moments later she lands on the belt and overheats her micro warp drive in a ferocious attempt to point and kill our champion. Disgusting. Into the next system he jumps.

However, this pattern continues. From belt to belt, system to system, she dogged me relentlessly. Enough was eventually enough - I decided to head home. I set my destination to Oddelulf and proceeded at best speed.

But one jump from the comfort and safety of home, a trap was sprung; as I jump into Bosena, two of her corporation members are waiting for me on the gate in a second Vagabond and a rupture. They've diligently spread out around the gate, ensuring that one of them will be near me without delay, and - although I had a celestial merely 30 degrees to my left - they manage to target, lock, and point me instantly before I can warp off. Damn.

It should probably be noted here that I haven't yet mentioned that we are actually at war with Gunpoint Diplomacy, and as such they can fire upon me on gates without suffering sentry gun fire, and, you know, people at war kill eachother.

Again, the adrenaline kicks in and all I am left with is reflex. At the time, I had assumed that these predators would be doing their best to bring me down as quickly as possible, and that their leader, the despicable, although cunning, Ariartus would not give in to the temptations of bloodlust - unlike her minions - and would be the one to wait for me on the other side of the gate, lest I try and burn back. I decide that I was doomed, and despite what I told many who asked later, I decided to intentionally and forcefully swing back, attempting to take one of the honourless scoundrels with me. As I opened fire with all gun batteries on their Vagabond I approached the gate anyways - despite being under heavy fire and 'knowing' what was waiting for me on the other side even if I did make it, my survival instincts had kicked in.

Ten kilometers to gate: 60% shields. Five Kilometers to gate: 40% shields. Four Kilometers to gate: 35% shields. I am actually going to make it! I've done it! Though I walked upon the coals, my feet remained unscathed! 2700m to gate: I started mashing the jump key. 2600m to gate: C'mon, baby. 2500m to gate: that should do it, I should be jumping through, I can't believe I might actually make it out of here alive! 2400m to gate: Woohoo, although I'm just lagging a bit, I've definitely made it now! 2300m to gate: something is wrong, I should be clear. 2200m to gate: ...? 2100m to gate: 'Because of your recent aggression, the gate denies you access.'

It took me another few seconds to realize what had actually happened, and in these few seconds, although I was already in half structure, as if to add insult to injury, they proceed to stop firing, toying with me, taunting and leering at me for another full 30 seconds while Ariartus herself shows up to get on the killmail.

Feeling like I had just been stabbed in the back (again...) I limped home with my head hung.

http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9566907

Act 3: Rifter Loss #1, or, Fruitless Sacrifice:

Assailants - Some Russian guy in a Typhoon

Our hero is finally presented with the chance to prove himself in fleet based combat when a threesome of remote repair typhoons show up on our home station.

So Firebolt starts yelling about typhoons on teamspeak and we suddenly have 12 people ready to undock and engage. As the first on the field, and the one who got them to aggress, as I enter the fray, Firebolt is starting to enter armor, and as such is going to have to disengage, losing our sole point on our primary target. For the greater good, I charge headlong into the behemoth of a battleship, microwarpdrive overheated and sig radius burning wide and bright, with absolutely no concern for myself, hoping only to get a cycle or two of scram off before I meet my maker. Our prey is far to spry for such a maneuver, and promptly sends me to oblivion with a single volley from him 800mm cannons. It turns out that Firebolt managed to hold on and keep point on him the whole time this was happening, so my death was 100% in vain. I didn't even get on the killmail.

http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9567147
http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9567240





Chapter Four: Rifter Loss #2, or, The Only Good Thing I've Ever Done in my Life (today):

Assailant - Another of Ariartus' swine

So here some Gunpoint fellow decides to hang out outside of our station in Oddelulf, and to attempt to burn away in his rupture, instead of just docking, when Firebolt undocks a Hurricane on him. Big. Mistake. When dealing with The Hatchery, one should always assume that we have 50 self-esteemless rifters with little to no concern for their own safety (part of Kwarks break em down to build em up program) ready to undock on you.

As the rupture hustled along at a good 150 m/s faster than Firebolt, rapidly removing himself from warp disruptor range, our hero finally had his chance to shine. With perfect timing, he launched himself from the station and sliced through the atmosphere at an impressive 4500 meters per second, almost instantly running down their cruiser and holding a web scrambler on the target for 3 cycles, slowing him down enough to allow Firebolt to maneuver directly on top of him, preventing his escape. Although, in the end, Aeth succumbed to those 425mm Autocannons, this time it was not for nothing. Future generations would enjoy freedom and blah, blah, blah...

http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9567880
http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9567881

Section 5: Rifter Loss #3, or, Or Would They?

Assailant - A certain rupture pilot we are all already quite familiar with

Here, our hero has a run in with supernatural forces.

Cruising around Oddelulf in his trusty rifter, Aeth nearly loses his cool when - what's this? - a GHOST appears on his D-Scan. The rupture they vanquished not an hour ago appears to be sitting outside of the customs office of planet VII.

As I enter warp, preparing to tackle the rupture before I even know if anyone else is around to help me bring it down (I can't take him on alone,) a strange feeling comes over me. My tongue starts to tingle. As I attempt to let the fleet know where I am on comms, not much useful information comes out. I could be having a stroke, or maybe - if he can rise from the dead - this thing, surely not a man, can somehow impair my ability to speak.

Whatever the case may be, I end up landing on him at 0, very much so cold and alone, and get popped by a flight of warrior IIs.

http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9568379


Final Act: Episode 6: Rupture Loss #3:

Assailants - Some Friendly Thorax Pilot (I like to think of all of my adversaries as terrible, vicious people, with which whose vanquishing comes great justice. This one, although I would not prevail, I was still irritated to find out, was actually a nice person when she offered to team up with us later)

After another hour or so of uneventful time passes, I find myself desperately in need of some excitement, and so, of course, the second something to shoot at shows up in local, I, without any thought whatsoever, shoot at it.

I was warping around trying to find a Brutix that had briefly appeared on scan for the corp to hunt down, when, suddenly (I'd already lost track of the brutix) a Thorax appears. Swiftly narrowing the scans parameters, I quickly find out that she appears to be somewhere in the vicinity of planet VIII. I enter warp immediately. With a fit intended for a totally different purpose. Without the proper type of ammunition for the engagement loaded or even in my cargo bay. Without a thought in my head. Although the battle would go on for a few minutes, it was a mere technicality, it had ended before it even began.

I land less than 5km from her, and was scrambled instantly. As the heavy blaster fire started, I was optimistic. My drones were launched and tasked, my guns overheated, energy neutralizers and stasis webifiers activated, and I started to mentally prepare for what I though would be a close fight, when, suddenly, I lose my lock on the target. Confusion, by now familiar to me whilst playing, sets in as I furiously CTRL + Click her ship on the overview. WHY. CAN'T. I. TARGET. YOU???

Yes, our hero was having his first run in with the dreaded ECM drones. They hit every single cycle for 3 minutes straight.

Eventually I just gave up, waiting for pod goo's cold embrace and watching her slowly wittle through my armor. If I had kept my head and my will, despite all else I failed at, I might have stood a chance. If I had used my combat drones to bring down her ecm drones, and then opened fire on her, I may have prevailed, but, alas, no such stratagem occurred to me. Another good ship was lost.


http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=9571261



Andddd so concludes the story of my weekend during which I spent far too much time in front of my computer and ended up getting my ass handed to me in Eve and writing some awful account of it on TL. I'm posting this at 3am on Monday morning and so I'm sure its rife with spelling and grammatical errors and practically unreadable in parts and thoroughly embarrassing, and the links are probably to the wrong things, and, yet, I am going to post it anyway without even proofing it once over myself. Yep, I'm a weird dude.

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