Sugar is getting a day off. If you heard her on comms you would swear that death is on her doorstep. She must have caught some sort of new SARS virus. That hasn't stopped her, barely slowed her down actually. As 7-2 begins its new deployment she was logging in cyno's, passing around fuel and moving her mobile market to our new home. Those of us who know her, love her and if you don't know her, it's definately your loss.
Calamitous Intent has depolyed once again. We've kicked the cobwebs and drunken haze off the holiday season and jumped to a new home. We jumped last night into Lonetrek with Wagners Flight of the Valkeries playing over comms. A poetic and funny bit of dramatic license by Vanderie. I've never lived in Caldari space in my three plus years in the game. I'm looking forward to getting to know the area, meet new and interesting people and kill them.
No sooner had we gotten our bearings that Altaen, not being one to stay docked for long, landed on a weird named high sec gate. It was camped by a group of locals. The locals started shooting him without delay. Most of us had gone afk after the jump into system to get food or take bio breaks. Altaen's sacrilegious slave ship was taking a pounding on the gate. His only choice, and not his first, was to jump into high sec. Altaen's lifestyle choices (usually rawdog) has made him a very unpopular person with any of the authorities. The locals had placed one of those modular caldari ships on the high sec side of the gate to catch evil people like Altaen, and it worked. Altaen now had to make another choice he really didn't want to make, as the police were now on the way. He offlined his armor plate and burned back to gate. I returned to comms to hear Vanderie calmly organizing a little response fleet. We undocked and warped as Altaen decloaked his little slave ship. The quick thinking of off-lining the plate had saved him from the police in high sec was going to doom him to the locals. The sacrilege exploded from underneath him as our fleet was getting shaky on
the gate. The locals seemed happy with that little victory and warped away. We circled around Altaen's wreck, cracked a bottle of Cristal and poured one over the remains.
We followed the locals to their home system hoping they were still in the mood to shoot their neighbors. This hope faded as they undocked capital after capital on their home station. We obliged them by testing their tanks but became quickly bored. As more people were returning from being away from the keyboard a scout reported a large t1 cruiser fleet with logistics nearby. We had seen this fleet earlier and now it was returning to the area. We caught up with them on another funny named gate. We started shooting and they warped off. The next few minutes we bounced back and forth between the sun and the gate. We had a couple Ishtars and a couple faction cruisers.
We were outnumbered but confident that the quality of our ships would counter the quantity of their cruisers. Our light tackle began to point things at the sun on our second trip back and we started brawling. The t1 cruisers were well fit rail Thorax. Our light tackle developed hull breaches pinning down the cruiser fleet. For about five minutes we picked apart the cruiser fleet at the sun. They fought bravely. A nice little fight for our
first few hours in Lonetrek.
So we're unpacking and looking forward to a nice stay in Lonetrek. Sugar is on the mend. I've purchased a wonderful mixed case of beer from Philadelphia Brewing Company, and hopefully with a beer in hand and a little luck we'll get hot dropped by Pandemic Legion.
Get better Sugar.
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