Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Christening

"Ares has me pointed."
"Is it peanut butter?"
"Its peanut butter!"

Or such as the coms after the boys decided to poke the brave newbie nest after we chased and fought them, had, Flying Dangerous jump in a million stabbers (or so it seemed) and found ourselves lacking in spaceships.  http://seventwo.killmail.org/?a=kill_related&kll_id=20442196

Over the course of the evening I died twice, losing my mighty Jaguar. First was a battle with Moon Warriors when I capped out and couldn't keep capped in. I was hoping I'd be able to cling to the Talos but it was not to be... at least that moment. The boys did kill him before we left the field. And then we stayed on their station and fought them and fought Eve Uni and eventually went to reship some more. http://seventwo.killmail.org/?a=kill_related&kll_id=20441300

It was an interesting evening. We were rolling kitchen sink. Shield nano stuff. I've missed productive kitchen sink groups. We had everything from interceptors to nanoing Typhoons. Then the boys wound up trapped in Brave Newbies home system because they'd not stop fighting them and met the truth of being blobbed as people screamed, "Get Wrecked" in local. In the end it was all Altaen's fault for having shot at them and stirring that in the first place.

In the end they decided to extract themselves. Reships after reship. And the insta warp was compromised. So yes, that was quite the fire in the end they were burning in. http://seventwo.killmail.org/?a=kill_related&kll_id=20442457

It was quite the productive kitchen sink fleet. We didn't win any type of ISK efficiency war. We never tried. Somewhere there we lost two typhoons, an Ishtar, a Tempest, and what seemed like a dozen cruisers. We reshipped in random places, ran home and switched, and ran back out. Some left in battleships and returned in cruisers. Others came home via the pod express. In many ways I like these fleets the best. They are not a polished representation of what we can put out. Instead, they are like familiar slippers. Warm, comfortable, fun, relaxed. They are the fleets that I grew up on and they are almost a type of comfort food. No logi. No ECM. Just space and taking every fight everywhere.

These are not suicide fleets. Oh yes, we may die. We probably will die. But we will take a lot out with us. There is a difference between taking all the fights and suiciding your ship stupidly. At these moments it is the strongest. Loss is accepted and dismissed. no one is scolded for dying.

It seems a fitting way to christen our new alliance. We finally got around to making one.

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