It was a busy Sunday. Before we spent our time as evil,
station camping pirates we had other things to do.
7-2 had a tower
that we had helped reinforce coming out. Everyone logged in. For a Sunday
morning, our presence was quite respectable. We had about a fifteen to twenty
person fleet with half a dozen dreadnoughts and a few carriers on standby. It
was about my normal wake time but it was early for the guys further west and
late for the ones from Europe.
But we were ready,
and waiting. And then we found out that the form up mail was two hours off.
Whoops.
The fleet disintegrated.
People went back to sleep. Others went to play other games. We knew that
chances were low that the turnout might not be quite as solid the next time.
Fast forward two hours and DP gets the party started. He is a very hyper
active fleet commander. Once he decides to start moving everyone needs to
be on their toes because he is moving at full speed. He was moving the
battleship group into place.
Earlier, the call
had been somewhere between armor cruisers or heavy cruisers and blops dropping.
The armor battleship decision came as an unpleasant surprise to me.
That is how I wound up in an armor Talos heading for a fleet that was
rolling into Bosena.
You see, we got
distracted. Diz contracted me a ship because I don’t fly battleships.
I’m going to have to give in and get myself a Megathron or something I
suspect. (It didn’t hurt to write that so I must be over my issues).
The situation I got myself in with that Talos is such that I want better
options.
Randy was moving
from Klingt to Bosena where the fleet was forming. He wound up in front of
another large fleet. He sat at a pounce, they warped off and jumped. He
figured they were waiting for him. After a lot of discussion the fleet
mentality shifted and DP did full charge into this other fleet to save Randy.
They were mostly battlecruisers and we were all battleships (but me).
Randy jumped and they were not on the gate. That was because they
had jumped into Bosena and we landed in the middle of them.
A Loki is called
out as primary and the party starts. As I burn for the Loki someone
screams Domi Navy Issue, grab it. The tackle in me grabbed it.
It grabbed me back. Then it opened a cyno.
Suddenly, I am primary, an Archon drops in. I start to burn as we
finish off the Loki. I pres my little 'armor needed' fleet button. Maybe?
Hopefully? I am also capped out. I am not used to that. So I was
webbed, neuted, and pointed, and in structure when DP called for our triage.
You see, we were
prepared for a POS bash. Our dreads and carrier support were locked and loaded.
They found themselves with an Archon and dreadnoughts on the field,
counter dropped. However, my little hope that I would live didn't work
out. I died and warped off. By the time my one minute timer was up and I
could dock they had killed everything they could hold down including the
carrier.
The other group
goes, “Did you know we were going to drop?”
“Nope.”
They then invited
one random member from each corp into a conversation and asked if we wanted to
fly together until their next operation. This was their first attempt at
a triage carrier. The answer was no and the conversation
closed. We had a POS to go take down.
I got another
Talos. Sigh. I not only died super early and missed the entire fight I
was the only one on our side that died. I am not used to being primaried. I had
to hold in my sulking. There was other things to do. Off we went to deal with
the POS that had come out of reinforcement.
This all started a
few days ago. I was running through one of the more back end systems that
has no station and there were around 8 people in there. I found out that
they had found one of 7-2’s POSs offline and popped the silo and taken a bunch
of moon goo. I logged in to try to get a hold of 7-2 but it was
early in the day and before I could rally anyone they had stolen
stuff and run away.
That was fine.
7-2 and THC2 went and reinforced their POS in the same system. That
was the POS we were going to take down. To counter that, they reinforced
one of 7-2 small POS. That was fine.
When we got there,
they had Osprey repping the shields, Augoror for their battleships and a random
mix of battleships. We landed and started to lay waste to their logistics.
Some died, some got away. For the next half an hour or so we played
games. They peeked out of shields, Altaen alphaed them from his Tempest
Fleet Issue. Eventually, he killed half their Logi. We started to
wander around the tower, left, repaired, came back, got shot by the tower guns
some more as they wandered around their ball.
Finally, they
decided to play. I think they just wanted us to go away. They uncoordinatedly
lurched out of their POS shields. I don't know if they just decided to
sacrifice their battleships so that we would go away or what. They all
died, even the last one that tried to make it back into the shields. With that
part over, we warped off to one of 7-2’s POS. They gave GF in local and
started to put their ships into their hanger assembly.
I don’t think they
realized that we were taking their tower down. This wasn’t a
bash to get a fight as it often is. It was not friendly I smack your
tower and you smack my tower day. As they GFd us in local we cynoed in our dreads
and carriers. Back to the POS we went and they kind of went, ‘eep’ and
started to Evac their stuff as the dreadnoughts started to take the tower down.
When they first reinforced it it took forever due to hardeners. For
some reason they had taken them all offline. The tower melted under the
blap attack. We then destroyed their mods, took their stuff, and planted
a small tower in its place.
Operation success.
Not sure about that, but hardeners need cpu, and just go offline when the tower enter in RF. When the RF timer is out, you need to go back to 50% shield before onlining any modules.
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