I felt bad. My ship wasn't really fit very well but at least it was fit. It only had t1 mods on it and there where no rigs so the total value was not even a million isk. It was very similar to the way I managed to die the last time. Only, I got my pod out this time.
So I announced it to the corp and apologized. It was cool. I'm the one that felt awful. However, I had a level 5 mission to salvage before we went out on a roam.
As I often rant/lament about listening to people discuss mission running is like listening to religions collide. Level 5 missions came up and one person was discussion how you need about a dozen ships and multiple logies. Another said that a half dozen battleships was okay with a carrier.
Yet here we are, a Noctis, a battleship, and a carrier and one of us is not kicking a single bit of ass.
After the mission was finished, we went out on the roam. To be honest, we went to chase down the E-UNI fleet that was doing a low/null sec roam. Most of the fleet had already tangled with them and ripped apart their larger ships. They still had a few with them however. So, we met up with the rest of the fleet and we chased them down.
I managed to nail a thrasher. I figured, a thrasher for a thrasher is good. I felt a bit redeemed for my earlier loss.
Eve Uni kinda scattered and melted. They slipped into a high sec island to wait out their aggression timers while we waited for them. They have a Only Shoot if its Red policy. This saves you from getting a GCC (Global Criminal Countdown). We have a shoot and kill it all policy so we have reps going to keep us healthy while the gate guns try to kill us and we wait.
However, we got tired of waiting. They knew we where there and we had stuff to do. So we headed out and they slipped back into high sec. On the way through the +1 lookout called out a broadsword in the same system I had died in. I asked if it was the dude that took me out and he said yes. "Oh please, he killed me can we kill him?"
Bait time. He got baited out into the belt. He got locked and then the entire fleet jumped in. It was the most ridiculous kill mail whoring situation I have yet seen. Once everyone had him targeted with something aggressive he was rendered down into nothing in a few moments flat. He was told in local "Why." I have to admit, revenge was amazing at that moment.
A little more roaming and not much else found. The downtime notice came up and everyone headed in to station.
I'm liking this stuff.
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