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Sweet Sleipnir, Forever Remembered

I was going to go to bed.

Grarr asks me to go and run a 6/10 plex. I'm like, "Sure!"

I undock Poobear, the Sleipnir. I log in Chella and slip into Spray Tan, the Scimitar. I'm feeling good about things.

We do the site and almost nothing drops. Okay, not a big deal. Whatever. It is bedtime.

And, Grarr sees a Charon on scan in Onatoh. "Grarr," I said, "It's bed time."

"But a, Charon!" he says.

"Ugh." I leave Chella on the gate and warp Sugar off. As she starts to warp the Charon lands on the gate. It is to late for Sugar but I send Chella to back up Grarr. I turn Sugar around and go after him. "How is it going?" I asked him.

"It's pointed but they are repping it."

They had a support fleet of a Hurricane, Exequror, Incrusus, Griffin. Grarr is all, "Kill the Hurricane!" and I'm all, "But I'm multiboxing!" Oh well. I wind up shooting the Hurricane. Grar is in a Machariel, did I mention that?

We call for help but its USTZ and Snuffbox is asleep. Wex starts our way. So we're shooting it and its dying and the Charon is pointed. I set my drones to the Exequror and the Hurricane dies. Then onto the Exequror and suddenly, the field is clear and we're killing the Charon.

What a great night? Right? First kill this month. Nice and productive evening before bed. What more could a girl want?

Then a wild, fucking cruiser fleet appears. The Charon is dying and local is spiking and I know I'm going to die. They land, shoot the Charon.  Shoot us, point us, and I just start dying. The Charon dies. Chella dies. Sugar dies. Bye, bye Spray Tan the Scimitar. Bye, bye, PoohBear the PvP budget Sleipnir.

Pods are out. I'm sad over my Sleipnir and somewhat flustered. I hate trying to multibox with Logi and I'm bad at it. I managed to screw up and get Chella agressed. She didn't hop the gate when I asked and instead burned in a fire.

Grarr? He walks his Machariel out of that and warps off.

They told me that they voted for me. I'm glad they got to shoot me. I shot them to, although without the success of the earlier fight.

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And now, it is good night. I convoed a member of the fleet afterwards to find out where they had come from. We traded stories. I asked where they had come from. They had hopped in from high sec looking for fights. A total random situation. They wanted to know what was going on with the Charon. I wished them well.

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  1. Poor Sugar:-( But hey, moments like that are why we love this game. Right?

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    1. Yup. I always say that I don't want to lose.my ships but think it is awesome that I may.

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  2. Think of it from the perspective of the high-seccers. they came in a cruiser fleet and got to kill a CHARON. Plus a sleipnir, almost a machariel! Those folks will be retelling this story for white a while.

    On top of that, a CSM kill !!

    As someone who tries to be a content provider for his alliance mates, I love it when something this memorable happens when taking a fleet out on a roam.

    So yes, it sucks to be you tonight. but just think how happy everyone else was (ok, the Charon pilot will be just plain grumpy). Your decision to go for the kill may several folks happy.

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    1. *quite a while.

      Also, to be clear, this was NOT my fleet.

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    2. Chuckle. I was like, wow, good job Sugar. :P

      I hope I don't sound mad. The entire thing was head shakingly amusing. Its weird being the exciting kill on someone's roam. :)

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