Sunday, August 5, 2012

Jammed, Scramed and Saying "Damn"

I managed to creep into a local armor roam last night.

Our fleet was battlecurisers, a cruiser, a frigate, and a random megathron.

We picked up our fleet as we went along. We have a new, potentual member flying with us. He is only two months old so we picked him up at the high sec to low sec gate. Surprise, surprise the gate was not camped. A lot of our roam was to go and do something. Some was to do something local with our newest almost member to give him a feel for fleet ops. A lot of explanation went into things. Jumping, commands, not fail jumping, what we were doing, what he needed to try to immediately hold in his mind... I remembered vividly my first few roams and how I had no clue what was going on. Being me, I spent a lot of time explaining and counter explaining what was happening, dropping tips that I often picked up from just watching and etc.

He was in a cruiser and our biggest worry was getting him stuff to shoot where he wasn't in a position to die to gate guns. We had 7 ships on the field. That is enough to divert the guns if you have experience but one has to be careful.

It is kind of amusing. We had a few false starts and some random confusion at the start. So often our fleets move like oiled machines. Sometimes, we need a bit of oiling. Finally, after a random fail jump warp episode where the FC was about to start backhanding spaceships, we coordinated enough to find a Talos.

Ender jumped into the system as bait. Our new guy had jumped before he was supposed to. Ender had a staring match with the Talos. We told our new guy to get back on the gate and to not shoot anything less he die to gateguns. Ender and the Talos had a locking match and the Talos started to fire. Mane jumped and got a secondary tackle in his frig. The entire fleet jumped in. The halos was caught, pointed, and webbed and the fleet took GCC.


"I thought he was aggressed."
"He was."
"Must have kill rights or something."

Mane lost his Enyo in that little bit of unexpected GCC taking. The Talos was pointed webbed and pewpewed to death. The pilot warped off and called us a blob. "Blob of 7?" "It's just a gank, they happen." "Yeah. I'd have done the same," he admitted. "I was hoping to fight the hurricane and the throax."

We resettled at the station while he reshipped and we figured out what was going on. Since we had GCC the decision was made that we might as well go shoot the POCO in system that was coming out of reinforcement and see if a fight came to us. Our endless dance with the local anti-pirates is interesting. I'd always imagined anti-pirates as the type that would come after us. Instead, we're constantly trying to get them to play with us.

Pewpew at the POCO. "Do we even have the ammo for this?" "I don't think so." "If we have to kill if we'll bring a hauler down."

We shot at it a bit more before local spiked.

"Oh, the gang is here." They probably got the notice that we were shooting it again.

They landed a cyclone and a drake. The another cyclone and a brutix. We popped the first cyclone and started on on the cane. Then blackbird one. "Go for it!" "Its 145 off." Blackbird two. "Align to the sign, lets pull some range." Then blackbirds three and four landed.

Really? Four blackbirds....

Then it went up to five.

The mega was pointed. The decision was made for the rest of the fleet to bail. The mega, pointed jammed and webbed was not going anywhere. Most of the rest of the field had been jammed off and on as well. The blackbirds were almost 150 off and landing their ECM like pros.

We lost the maga. Irritated, we docked to replan our course of acction and let GCC fade. They decided to kind of station camp us. Their blackbirds were sitting 250 off. Our cloaky scout got us a warpin. We undocked and fleet warped to drop on the blackbirds. We killed two blackbirds and more landed on the field. Everyone was jammed everywhere.

Our mega pilot had reshipped to a drake and was headed back.

We lost two canes (me being one) and a harbinger when we decided to disengage and just bail from the fight. There were more blackbirds on the field then ships left in our fleet. We had taken down a hound and a hurricane as well as two of the blackbirds but the damn things were multiplying and everyone left on the field was jammed.

We bailed. We were just going to sit and lose ships while we could not fight back. We managed to get our rookie, all coated in GCC and 3 shiny new first kill mails back to our home system with us. The boys pondered the situation and decided that they would try again. I had to go to bed so wished them luck.

The killboard is silent. I finally got my update. They brought reinforcements and the boys had to back down. Blackbirds blotted out the sky and all that good stuff.

Ahh well. Fun times. :)

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