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Saturday Night Part Three: A Cloud of Viators

It was a magical night as outlined by Saturday Night Part One and Saturday Night part Two.

This is part three and yes, more stuff just continues to happen. It was as if it was drawn to us.  Our sweet, pirate scent beyond it's control.

"There is a fleet of Viators landing on the gate."
"Where?"
"In Teon."
"What do you mean by a fleet, Razor?"
"There are five Viators sitting on the gate.  Now an Orca has landed."
"We're going to kill the Orca," Diz announces.  "I don't care about the Viators.  Tell us when it jumps, Razor."
"Talos landing. Talos aligning away from the gate.  Wait, hes coming straight for me!  What the fuck!"  
The Talos slammed into Razor's alt who was cloaked off the gate in a Prorator.  Razor's alt goes spinning, declaoked in the most random and unexpected way in high sec.  We figure the gig is up.  They know we are there.  Vov proceeded to suggest to Razor that he not sit in exact lines between celestials and gates in the future.

However the Viators and Orca did not fleet.  Instead, the Viators began to jettison cargo containers in a cloud around the Orca.  They are all directly on the gate.  I had Chella rolling up to pick up the modules for the Talos I had jumped into low sec earlier.  I landed in high sec, 15k off of them and said, "There really is a cloud of Viators flocked around an Orca.  Its like they are nursing on it and there are cans everywhere and someone just went suspect."

"Someone is suspect?"  Vov asks.

"Yes.  One of the Viators is a suspect."

"I'm jumping.  I don't care that I'm a suspect.  I'm killing a Viator."  Vov, Kit and Maq all had positive sec statuses.  They jumped into high sec.  Vov in his Tornado turns and volleys the suspect Viator.  It explodes.  Maq and Kit descend and can flip it.  I had Chella, also in a Viator and scooped their stuff.  Vov pods the Viator pilot that he killed. I dock Chella and come back to scoop the rest of the loop.

45 million isk in Mexallon is now mine.  The Viators finally scatter and the Orca warps off.  Vov had hoped the Orca would pick up the cans but it did not.  We have no idea why this entire situation even happened.  Twice more during the night the flock of Viators appeared and ran through the gate.  They never again filled the Orca on the gate so that someone would go suspect and we would be able to kill them.

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