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Blood on my New Toy

So, last night when discussing the Sleipnir I was all, "I am not going to pewpew in this, its a Sugarbearmobile."

I meant that too. I ran around and purchased my last rig and ran it down today. MacG found a combat Ladar so I took it out on a test run. It flies very differently from the hurricane. The tank is different, everything is different. Different is not a very useful word but its the one I am using.

I'll have to get it know it. Also, I'm still churning through command ship IV. It is not my cane. It is however the love child of a flashlight and a locomotive.

I took my new choochoo light (because space is dark so headlights) and pewpewed things for a bit. Once the site was clear (no good drops) I headed back home. When I landed on the gate a hoarder landed on the gate with me. I got excited. It jumped and so did I.

On the other side of the gate, I got myself aligned and targeting and it cloaked. Well this is not what I was looking forward to. I headed towards it anyway but my screen was not zoomed out enough for me to have a good view. Plus, it was one of the enormous gates that connect regions.

There are different sized gates. Some are small and when stuff jumps through its grabable. But the huge ones, stuff will be 40k off of you when it decloaks. It is a total pain. In this situation there was just to much ground to cover. But, since he was already looking at a bad day I was doing my best to make it worse. MacG took a moment to reship into something a bit more sturdy and we spent a good ten minutes trying to uncloak him with no result.

A muddled plan began to crawl out of the primordial soup of my tactical and strategic mind. I had this idea of MacG staying on the gate and me going to the other system gate. But MacG is still a bit squishy and I didn't want to leave him alone. If we both went to the next system he'd probably just go back the way he had come. Thankfully, as I tried to puzzle through the situation, Dher told me that he was in the next system hovering over the gate. MacG and I jumped back into the system we had come from and let the hauler decide what to do.

We jumped and burned back. A few moments later, Dher announced that he had jumped in and cloaked and he was trying to decloak him. We jumped and headed towards that gate and landed in system. Dher had seen him cloak. Under cloak, a non covops ship is going to move at around 20 meters a second. That is bone achingly slow in Eve.

We launched drones. To decloak someone you have to be within 2k of them. Objects decloak as do drones. The drones increase your 'size' so that you can decloak a larger area of space as they orbit your ship.

It took a few minutes but Dher nabbed him. We pointed him. I shot him. Total habit. He popped. MacG didn't get on the kill mail. I felt terrible but my instinct was hauler = stabs = warp away into the night = kill it now. It would have taken MacG's sec into the negative as well. I apologized. The hauler was empty as well.

When I posted the kill mail my friend chuckled and pulled the log from our conversation two hours before.


Sugar Kyle > I can fly a sleipnir now
Friend > Don't get it blowed up
Sugar Kyle > its for pve

Maybe I should change that to, "I don't plan to go PvP roaming in it." The hauler pilot did a damn good job with his decloaking and aligning. The attention span we had was/is only so great in a situation like that.

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