Saturday, July 28, 2012

Late Night Bubble Party

I was sleepy when this happened. I should have gone to bed sooner but we were having good chats with people interested in us in our Public Chat room. However, I was grumpy and tired and some things are a bit fuzzy. Thankfully, I took a picture log to remember what happened. I may still be confused.

"We need more HICs" CW said in alliance chat.
"What?"
"HICs" he said again."
"No HICs here." I'm not a HIC pilot. Ender was busy blowing up red crosses. I assume he is a HIC pilot, he can fly everything.

Ender and I were doing some random level 5 missions that he had that were about to expire.


"Sugar, can you bring a cyno?"
"What? Why?"
"We need it in Egg."
"Okay." I was very grumpy because I was tired. When tired, I can act like a small child that needs a nap. I logged in a cyno alt and lugged the cyno four jumps. Then I was told, "Cyno taken care of."
"Are you kidding me?" My temper went from grumpy to pissed. I was still rolling a mission with Sugar and blind jumping my cyno ship without a clue as to what was going on.
"We need combat ships and we need it now. Coms please."
"What is going on?"

The story was that they were in a somewhat frantic situations. It seems that they had been doing a mission or something and Maraner caught someone taking down their POS. He watched them unanchoring their modules with a Rhea on grid. Lust started there. Maraner had missed on half a dozen jump freighter kills over the year and he realized that with bubbles he would have one.

While the pilot unacnhored the pos modules, Maraner collected together a HIC fleet, some battleships and some battle cruisers. The modules went down and the HICs warped in and bubbled the POS with the ships inside.

In the middle of NPC null, with a fleet of seven people, they got to work. Eventually, they decided to drop a dreadnought and seige the tower. The owner was not going anywhere, it was the middle of the night... and it wasn't the best idea ever maybe...

That's when they called us. We were the only two logged in. Now the fleet was up to nine people.

"We have a Rhea trapped and the tower is going down. But, I bubbled in our drednought," Maraner said. "This could go bad. Local keeps going up."

Ender and I raced down to nullsec without a clear idea of what was happening. "Who am I warping to?" Ender asked. "I don't want to bump the dred."
"You won't bump it."
"I'm in a Machariel, I'll bump something."
"Oh." He was given a warp in.

When I landed I see this.

The tower is going down pretty quickly. They had worked through the shields. Two bubbles were up, enclosing the entire thing. Inside was a Reha, a Crane, and some pos moduals.

Outside was a bunch of pirates that wanted in.

In the final moments of the towers life, negioations were reopened with the pilot. He was given a chance to eject from his ship and go. He refused. The tower popped and the HICs overlapped their bubbles.


"Do we have a Rhea pilot?"
"Not anyone that is logged on."
"He isn't ejecting from it anyway."


"But its a Rhea..."
"We don't have a pilot for it."

The pod was popped. There was also a Crane sitting there.


"Do we have a crane pilot?"
"Not logged on."
"Its a free crane..."
"Its a dead crane as well."

With everything dead it was time to peek into the wreck.

The drop wasn't bad. It included a medium minmatar control tower. TEXN dropped a carrier and scouped up all of the loot. They also salvaged it for another 240mil in salvage bits and pieces.

Maraner at some point goes, "Sugar, get some pictures?"
"I already got pictures." :P

From Eve Kill, the Rhea and the Crane

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