Tonight's activites from my perspective:
Recently, we were declared war upon by a corporation named "i do whats i want to do". The only kills in this war so far had been one Nikita Romeo consistently taking out our defenseless miners, doing their pacifist day's work. This, we knew, we could not abide.
Earlier in the day, a small t1 frigate roam went out to test the waters, and were annihilated. Our enemy was not weak. Our enemy was not stupid.
Later in the evening, the call went out. We were to form a bait fleet, with miners in one system, and a fighter wing in the next. The plans were laid, and Nikita did come near, but it was known he has at least 1 alt character that is not in the corporation and as such does not appear as a war target to us. He seemed to know the trap was laid. We attempted a chase, with mining ships leading the way to hopefully attract his attention. This did not work, and he claimed a few lives (including my own) as we tussled across various systems, being stretched thin by his devious maneuvers. Those killed hopped in new ships and returned to the fray.
It was then, I noticed a change in the fleet. We began to work as a unit, telling each other where we were at any time, and where the target was spotted. We adapted to his tactics, and instead of all bumbling forward in a direction, we fanned out, and waited for backup upon contacting the enemy. As we coalesced into a real fighting force, we nipped at his heels and nearly destroyed him once. He escaped to a station and admitted to us, he was "in panic mode on that one."
He continued to drag us along system to system. We ambushed him outside stations; He kited us, re-docked, undocked and warped away. We brawled him at gates; He burned his afterburners and jumped through, bouncing from planet to station to stargate. As he jumped through one gate, I loaded in and saw him burning away from the gate, about 30km out. I didn't think anyone else was through the gate, and I considered my options. I knew he was trying to bait a smaller engagement where he could pop one or two of us, then run away again. But the whole wing was coming through the gate in about 15 seconds, due in no small part to our recent cohesion. I sprinted off the gate and feared the fleet would arrive before I could scramble his warp drives, but then I heard the most glorious thing in the Eve universe.
"He's fighting me. I've got him scrambled." LASSIE YOU BEAUTIFUL SONOFABITCH. As I had sat cloaked at the gate weighing my options, one Lassie Tivianne was already burning at the enemy fearlessly. As I arrived with a second point, the fleet jumped into the system, and all bets were off. Nikita was a fucking pitbull. He flew that ship so hard I couldn't stay on him using normal orbit and had to manually turn to keep the damn scrambler in range. Our net closed, webs and scramblers and disruptors tightening the vice. He wanted the fuck out, but KITE CO. SPACE TRUCKING SAID NO. His shields and armor and structure fell, filling crimson bars as his chances faded. Our mission was complete. It was such an intense battle, we even forgot to scoop the loot for about 10 minutes.
Fuck yes, space truckers. Truck the fuck on.
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