Waking up in my cheetah covert ops it initiated an automatic warp to my safe spot off grid from our station. Without conscious thought I activated the cloak and hit my directional scanner.
Sleeper wreck...
Sleeper wreck...
Proteus...
Sleeper w-..
Proteus? We're too cheap and poor to fly strategic cruisers. A quick check indicated I'm the only one of our little crew active, however another pilot is sleeping in his tackle fit Armageddon, possible tactics are discussed, this could work out nicely.
Activating my on board scanner, I watch the seconds tick down slowly as it searches the local area for cosmic anomalies, willing it to finish before the pilot completes his anomaly and moves on. The results are in and I send my covert ops into the sleeper infested site at 100km, hoping to avoid being decloaked by random space debris.
The proteus is under 100km from me and slow boating towards a sleeper battleship, altering my overview settings to display everything I manually pilot in his direction, avoiding any obstacle that would break my cloak. Positioning the Proteus between my flimsy but thankfully invisible covert ops and the moon at which our station resides.
"The fox is in the hen house!"
"What?"
"Never mind, I'm 10km from him. Go go go!"
The Armageddon's systems come to life and a fleet is created so he can warp directly to me at 10km. The proteus now having closed the distance melts the sleeper battleship nearly instantly.
"Holy shit, this guy puts out some serious damage"
"I'm in warp, go switch"
Warping my cheetah straight to our ship maintenance array, I switch into my dominix Spacetatoe II as the tackle is confirmed.
"Point, landed right on him... my pulse lasers can't track this guy, wow he hurts", the buffer fit Armageddon called urgently.
Quickly trying to find a remote armor repair module in our disorganized hangar wastes precious seconds before I give up and warp directly to my now endangered corp mate. Dumping out a flight of hammerheads as my lock slowly resolves on the expensive strategic cruiser. My web snagging him and bringing him to a crawl, the rack of capacitor neutralizers activating and sapping his nimble ship dry of energy.
Valarian Boville > Come on! PLease. lol
Valarian Boville > 100 mil for my escape?
The figure not giving us the slightest pause, the hull alone is worth probably twice that. Who knows what kind of goodies he may have fit. What kind of cargo he may have in his hold.
The webbed cruiser now track able by the Armageddon's guns and with my hammerheads closing on it quickly, is not long for this wormhole system. Bracing ourselves for the verbal explosion in local...
Valarian Boville > lol
Valarian Boville > Well...that was random... >.<
Mdih Lihu > o/
Valarian Boville > Was a little uncalled for......
Valarian Boville > I know it's how it goes, but I would have paid well for ransom.
Mdih Lihu > Yeah sorry, first tech3 cruiser kill.
Valarian Boville > I see, congratz.
Mdih Lihu > and when i saw 100mil it made up my mind :)
Valarian Boville > lol
Valarian Boville > I would have paid more. I'm fair game with negotiating.
Mdih Lihu > ah, sorry.. honestly I thought I was about to have your friends land on us.
Mdih Lihu > Quite a tank, didn't think it was going to break at first
Valarian Boville > lol nah I was just soloing,
Valarian Boville > IT wouldn't have with out the nuet,
Valarian Boville > Was a good combo.
Mdih Lihu > I hoped that would tip the balance :)
What followed was a pleasant half an hour chat, since he was such a good sport at having his ship shot out from under him, we let him collect his sleeper wrecks, chatted a bit about wormhole mechanics and parted on friendly terms.
Neo Shono > Well gratz again. Safe flights. o7
Mdih Lihu > Cheers sir, hope the rest of your day fairs better.
Mdih Lihu > o7
If only all intruders were so polite.
(( You may have noticed the date on the kill mail, posts are getting quite backdated now as I post when I feel like it and I'm killing a bit of time doing necessary evils *cough* autopilot jumping *cough* :D ))
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That's what I like about EVE Online. Between players who understand the environment there is no viciousness or bitterness, just good natured acceptance. Getting in to polite conversations after shooting the crap out of someone, or being podded yourself, is part of what makes a capsuleer whole.
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