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"Don't touch shit, k?"

I had a rifter locked up on a gate. He was sitting under a blue wreck that was the leftovers from the fight we had just had. In local I say, "Don't touch shit and live, K?" The rifter sat for a minute and then warped off.

It was the end of a battle.

They were drake/drake/drake/drake/drake/ hurricane/hurricane/hurricane/hurricane/rapier/falcon

We were tempest/drake/drake/ hurricane/hurricane/hurricane/oracle/scimitar.

The story:

I was participating in a gatecamp in nullsec. It was a pretty nice camp with two interceptors, a two canes, a broadsword, and some cynabals. We nailed a few t2 cloaky types but for the most part it was dead. One of my corp mates logs on and goes to see what is out and about. That is how he found the above fleet leaving their home system and going to either camp or roam.

He checked the system that they normally camped in and they were jumping out. Oh... so a mobile roam that was headed right towards us...

We broke down the camp and abandoned the bubble. No time to take it down. If it is still there later, we will deal with it.

We got ourselves together and met up at a gate. We went shield with logistics. They were about 5 systems away killing a typhoon. They all had global and we expected to have a few minutes while they waited for their GCC to cool before they started moving.

We were wrong. Our point landed on the gate and said it was clear. As he started to jump they all jumped in. Unexpected.

The rest of the fleet was in warp to 0 on the gate.. Instead of a nicely planned situation, we had a brawl. Our lead Drake got pointed and started taking concentrated fire. Then the rest of us landed and all hell broke loose on grid. We took down two ships before hey switched to our Scimi who had to jump. The oracle landed at 0 and tried to burn off. He went down fast as the Scimi came back in. Ships were still exploding left and right as the huricanes all went down one by one.

Between the hurricanes we worked at nailing the rapier. The canes all went down down and we went for drakes. The reapier popped at point. At the same time the Falcon was pulling serious distance and spreading his jams with total love and care. "Someone get the falcon."

"I'm on it." I hit my MWD and started burning towards him. I passed some drakes who had drawn major distance. The falcon keep pointing me but he also kept running away. I wound up pushing him 150 off the gate and eventually off grid while the fleet took care of the rest of the ships. I then tried for one of the drakes only 30 off me, but they both bailed. Why they did not rip me a new one while I was all lone and unsupported, chasing their falcon, I am puzzled over.

The field was clear and belonged to us. We had not taken GCC due to their already having GCC when they started this. Another group of neutrals were buzzing around in rifters and tiny t1 frigates. One landed on the gate, right under a wreck. That is how I wound up locked on him and warning him not to touch. I would take GCC and pop a rifter. They had been buzzing about the entire battle but had mostly stayed 100k away.

The end result was:

Their side loses: drake/drake/rapier/hurricane/hurricane/hurricane/hurricane

Our loss: Oracle

The field was scooped. We got ourselves together and decided to head back to our home systems, repair, dump loot and then decide what to do.

A bit of reshipping a bit of shuffling. Our friends a few systems away were very active so we decided to go and visit them.

It was hot drop o'clock.

Cyno bait was sent in and the rest of us formed up into something a little different.

Fleet Typhoon/Megathron/Hurricane/Hurricane/Drake/Armageddon/Loki/Harby

Cynobait sniffed around the station for a bit. The other group were all sitting in a POS bubble. One or two warped to him. Others hopped out of system. Not a bad idea. We don't always hotdrop. We quite often just run on in and say hello.

A few stations games were played with our bait. When the rest of us did not appear they decided to engage him in mass.

Cyno up.

Our cyno ship started to go down. Reps were had and a carrier was dropped. Its good practice, this triage carrier thing. Cynoship was doing very well now.

Two drakes went down. The rest bailed.

We started bumping the carrier towards the station. In the middle of this process a tornado undocked.

"Tornado undocked!" Everyone locked him up and he exploded. That was unexpected. Plus, why did he undock? Why is there no communication? I'm very puzzled by this, still.

The cyno went down, the carrier bailed out and the rest of us ran home again.

Fleet warp.

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