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Triage Carriers

So much happened over the weekend that I did miss some things that I remembered as we chatted over coms last night because we were bored.

Was it Friday where we dropped the triage carrier and somehow a terrible, terrible situation didn't happen?

I think so.

I started writing this last night. It has three whole lines, which is not very impressive. However, I was reading some other blogs last night and I was debating how well formed and indepth they sound. Compared to my posts, which are excited chatter babble about my day. Ahh well, I'm enjoying myself and if I gush a bit, I gush a bit.

Anyway, at one point during the previous weekend of destruction, we ran away from another fleet. They jumped a drake through. Poor drakes, they are such bait. The tank on them makes them an excellent ship to hold out for the rest of the fleet. Something said this way bad to us. Our Cynabal started to flirt as the drake shook its ass. Sure as shit, the Cynabal engaged outside of the drakes scram range and local started rippling up.

"Bail!" We're not proud. Also, their fleet turned out to be 7 drakes, 2 scimis, some hurricanes, a harpy or two a vulture, some ewar shit, then a few more drakes, a talos.... We ran.

Then we reshipped into armor ships, battleships, and a cyno. For some reason, the best idea of the night was that we were going to drop a carrier.

And we sure as shit did. A battleship fleet with two battlecruisers, now nine strong, ran out to hunt this other group down. We found them about 3 systems away. Almost thirty people in local. The huge fleet was sitting on a gate. We jumped an abaddon in and they tore into him. Then the rest of us jumped and he lit a cyno.

Now, as we discussed it later, things should have gone terribly wrong.

Our carrier dropped, and we started ripping into their fleet. The cyno ship was in 75% structure when the carrier repped its armor fully back. Their scimis started repping the harpy which was the primary. We switched to a talos and started to melt it when a nidhoggur landed. Then the falcon decloaked. We killed the talos, killed the falcon, and then melted the harpy and started chewing on a hurricane when they bailed. Thier nidhogger left the field, and they deagressed and frantically tried to get to the gate and jumped out and bailed on us. We had point on as many things as we had ships so they had to go for the gate because they were not warping out.

How did this not go badly for us? With their vulture on the field we'd not have been able to eat the drakes at any decent speed. If they had changed primaries the battlecruisers would have been toast. They focused their fire, the entire time on the abaddon.

We jumped the carrier back out as soon as it had cap and then we ran home.

This is my Low Sec Lifestyle. I love it.

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