EVE Corporation - Page 889

It was a quiet week, with much dicking around on the Torrinos Gate in EC- (that infamous of gates) with no semblance of organization; recent roams ended in tepid moods. Our training corporation, Spawning Pool, were busy creating their own stories, and clouds of Minmatar frigate wrecks, killing few enemies, and due to the financial nature of the Rifter, gaining a very nice kill to loss ratio for ISK.

Some would have us combine our killboard with Spawning Pool, Podla, and our several holding corps, but nuts to them.
Earlier we attempted to go after some ships in the area, but due to, frankly, retarded probing, we missed our chances. Not a few days ago we engaged a Quiet Storm Armor Battleship Gang, which proved a tough nut to break, and could only kill their Rapier at the loss of one of our Hurricanes. Tonight we found a shield fleet of theirs, and spent an hour trying to pin them down, they eventually scattered into the winds, without us clamping down on their jugulars, but certainly not without tasting a little of their blood. They escaped into the wilds of X-7O and high sec. This night was turning out to be like the others we’ve experienced. We began to return along our well traveled path back to our homes, stopping in O-N and L-T to grab an occasional kill with our small gang of 2 Tengu’s 5 Drakes, one Zealot (myself), several rifters, and our Links

Suddenly, local spikes hard by 20, fcon ships begin decloaking on our outgate, emergency get the fuck out orders are given and we do so, the amount of FA ships coming into system rises as local approaches 54, a rarity for these systems. Due to previous fights, several of us have heat damage on our mods, one burns out his Invulnerability Field, and another, most despairingly, his MicroWarpDrive. We bounce around the system to evade our pursuers and egress into X-7O to repair and refit. Back in fighting form we group up off the gate in X-7O, we still had eyes on our enemies. It was at this point that they thought that they were the hunters, and we the hunted; the deprave smiles of our battle insanity grew across our faces, we would kill this night.
During our repair, one of our friends had encountered another gang coming into the area near our home, they were enemies of Goonswarm, but our friend was unable to convince them that he too held no love for the inane cunts. In short order he unleashed his Tengu, easily outmatching the inexperienced enemy, and in the system maneuvers to come, he kills several of them, including their Falcon.
But us, we began to lead our opponent on, jumping into system and warping seemingly to one exit gate, but then appearing on another. Our Fleet Commander began to chuckle quietly on comms, still an unnerving thing for me, as we out macro our fleet against theirs. By this time our friend had caught up, and with his cloaky eyes added to our own, we had a solid location on our unsuspecting pursuers.

We land in a favorable battle position, 50 kilometers from gate, their fleet milling around at zero. Their fleet reacts, their faster ships moving out in undisciplined fashion, as they reach into our sphere of influence they are cut down, the faster cruisers and battlecruisers are targeted by our Strategic Cruisers and Battlecruiser, with myself in my Heavy Assault Zealot lancing glorious light into their frigates at my optimal range. Their fleet begins to form back up from their previous strung out burn towards us, and we decide to reset positions by warping to the system star at range. We warp off, and in the warp stream, we have plenty of time to talk in local to our enemies and to the third fleet that had entered the system, with my statement of “ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED?” probably being the best (the corp as a whole needs to work on our quotes, I also posted this: (May not be safe for work))
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In an unfortunate decision, their Falcon follows us to the sun, thinking we warped to 0, and lands 7km from the fleet. Space is cold and unforgiving, and so are we as we reduce the poorly tanked ship to burned wreckage. http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=11719413
They know our position, for the moment.

We warp back, merely several hundred thousand kilometers from where we first engaged, and we achieve eyes. The gang that our friend had fought before had engaged the fleet we had just maneuvered from, as the former being a highsec Goonswarm hating corp, and the latter belonging to the Goonswarm Federation. Mars has smiled upon us. Our friend warps to the battle at range in his Tengu, but as we know, Mars is indiscriminate. The Heavy Interdictor of the Fcon fleet had extended his warp disruption field, and the Tengu is pulled in to the heat of the battle. The Tengu, as its namesake, is a demon bird of prey, and the harbinger of war. In the hands of an experienced pilot, it can engage large numbers of enemies, and emerge unscathed. It proves true here, our Tengu friend pulls clear onto the edge of the battle, and a warp to 30 order is given. “No wait” He cries, “not yet.” It is too late, we were aligned, nothing scares a nano-pilot more than entering warp to a battle in an incorrect position, other than perhaps a fleet of Alpha Ships. However a reassessment of his positioning yields our Tengu to revise his statement in true Hatchery form “its fine, it’ll be fine.”

We surprisingly land in perfect position, and our battlecruisers engage the primaries. Our Tengu friend is burning off to one side, with an Ares, a Gallente interceptor hugging his ship. This is what my Heavy Assault was made for, and I target the Ares and burn in along the axis of the enemy fleet. The Ares’ armor and shields are not well known as good protectors against EM damage, and my optimal range proves superior to the interceptor’s transversal and it explodes http://teamliquid.killmail.org/?a=kill_detail&kll_id=11719362.

I turn my attention back to the main battle, however failing to attain a warp disruption on any of their ships, due to the distance I had covered in order to allow our Tengu to return to the fight. It is them who leave the field this time, and we descend upon the stragglers.

And so begins our dance, it is slow yet blindingly quick, simple yet so complex that it reduces normal men to madness, the potential for violence, total.

The enemy fleet still wants to fight, if they can get the positioning they want, and had warped to a safe close to the nearby planet, we probe them, only for them to move back to the paired gates (two gates in the system that are really close to each other relatively). We warp to them at 50, they warp to the other gate, we align to the other gate, they warp to the same location as us, we warp to the other gate, warp back at 100km to retain the 50km distance, they warp to the other gate, we warp to 50. The dance goes on for several minutes. We get a good timing on their warp, and land in our favored position and burn in to try and catch something. My honor is restored, I overhead my point and get a cycle off on one of their Hurricanes, their only ship left on grid. Our FC gives a scram order for a rifter, and calls an align and burn order, everything falls into place. The enemy fleet warps to just where we were as the hurricane explodes, their Heavy Interdictor , in true hector pilot fashion, throws up his warp disruption bubble, preventing themselves from warping away. This had no effect on our ships, as we had just moved slightly off to the side, but we weren’t leaving.
The final engagement had begun.

What followed was reminiscent of our earlier contact, their fast ships burned in. Their Heavy Assault ship, the Vagabond, moved in to attack its cousin, me in my Zealot, in their haste to primary me, they made a common error, using their best ammo and missiles to attack a ship that had amazingly high shield resists to those t2 munitions. My shield is falling slowly as I was weapons free to pick off their remaining tackle frigates with the help of one of our Tengus who had the proper missiles loaded. With most of the foreseeable threats to our nano-gang destroyed or gone (one remaining was in structure being held up by their Scimitar’s shield reps), my shield finally dipped below the “Well I guess I should get out of here now” level. I warped off 10 AU to allow the slow amarr t2 shields to regenerate.

On my return the enemy fleet was significantly smaller, and had made it to the nearby gate and was de-aggressing. I put some damage on for a short period until I was ordered to de-aggress as well, along with one of our Tengus. But this proved to be too late, I was first to de-aggress, however the remaining enemy fleet had warped off on the other side and gotten clear. “Loot the field”

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http://dog-net.org/brdoc/?brid=1822 Fleet layout to show numbers