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Stop the Fight! To the Titan!

"Nothing makes you feel like god like a falcon," intones the FC. "You are jammed my son. So are you."

Ahh, sometimes it is crazy, silliness. Such went the breakdown into who was going to do what with the gatecamp. late into the night. We'd been gorging on PvP all day long and it seems that moar was the call of the day.

The day started a bit before I woke up. There was a preplanned full frig fight between all of the pirate groups in the area. They were doing a frig fight full thunder dome last man standing with prizes for various things. They had about thirty participants and they all had plenty of reships in the stations. Then they went at it. When I checked the kill board in the morning it was full of dead frigs. Hilarious.

However, a bit after I logged in, someone in one of the corps reported a Concord POCO being bashed with carriers out. Like wolves to a wounded deer, heads turned, and people shed their frigs and fleeted up into battleships. My alliance was part of the frig fight and volunteered the titan.

Herding cats to get about 8 pirate corps all in one fleet of 25 people onto a titan without bumping it and without the POS killing anyone that fucked up the passwords.

And then... we went to jump... and it failed. To far.... The cyno ship popped and we had to reevaluate the situation while the FC went pale and embarrassed. Whoops.

We cynoed in closer.

They, to our surprise, had no scouts out. We landed on the gate to their system and the FC says, "Frigs jump in,". There were 5 of us. Jag, Wolf, Rifter x3. and the cloaked ship warped to them. He gave us a warp in and the frigs headed in. A Raven, Rokh, Thrasher and Brutic were tackled by a suddenly appearing group of frigs.

I heard point called on everything but the Thrasher. So I said, "Someone point the thrasher," and a moment later someone called point.

Then the battleships landed on the field. At that point, everything started to melt. The frigs had it all on lock down and they watched 20 some ships come and fuck their shit up.

"Why didn't you come when you light the cyno?" asked one of them in local.

"What cyno?" we lied. I added "Rofl, they trolololed you into thinking it was a hot drop. Buwahaha." While the guy who had been in the cyno goes, "I just wanted to make you dock your carrier."

Ahh, Eve. Sitting on the sun, waiting out GCC.

They all went back and finished their frig fight. They capped that off with a cruiser brawl in null sec. Many, many ships exploded. Many, many boys were happy, PvP glutted creatures that crept off to nap.

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  1. Much fun was had by r1fta :)

    I think of our younger pilots may never have seen a Titan before this tbh!

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  2. Because I noticed the looks at the post, I added a few more photos for yall :)

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