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Our lucky day
It’s Ganked day, but that’s later. For now, I have to contend with logging into a End Of Life Static as well as an EOL inbound C2. Raymond is online too, so we chat whilst we wait for the static to die. Wrathhammer logs on and joins us, but he’s actually smart and probes for new sigs. Ray does the same, both locating a new signature which resolves as an inbound Nullsec.
Jumping in puts us in the arse end of nullsec – a system in Esoteria, a Region I have never even heard of before. A lone pilot is in local, though d-scan shows no ships to accompany the wrecks there. He cloaked up as we entered it seems, so the system seems boring.
But wait! Mick has spotted something odd about the lone Small Amarr tower on scan – there’s no forcefield. There’s also a Hanger array and Ship Maintenance array. Possible goodies are to be had, so we quickly locate it.
Look, stuff!
Ray can fly an Iteron V, so he heads out to join us as Wrath brings an alt in with a Talos to shoot these POS mods. The SMA doesn’t drop any ships for us, but the Hanger drops a can with some shinies. Ray arrives, grabs the Iteron and loots the can as Wrath pops the remaining ships, save the Anathema which we take home with us.
Ray uploads us a screenshot for us to see what we’ve managed to nab.
:D
The haul is not bad by any means, and it’s happy faces all round. Talk about luck!
We drop a Moros and some ships into the null to finish the tower off. There’s some ratters next door too, but they hide in their own POS when we enter, refusing to come out. Spoilsports.
Jumping all the ships home criticals the WH, so we leave that be. We have a new static to explore!
And what a boring static it is. Unoccupied with a C5 static. Out own wormhole is waking up nicely now, with our leader Riyu logged on, along with Valon. We find no inbounds in C4a, and are gearing up to run some Capital escalations in our home. Riyu kindly pays us for the loot we snagged from the POS, the corp going on to sell them later.
Wrath jumps 2 Tengus into the C4 to run some sites when he reports an Orca on scan.
Tengus jump back, and forward goes my cloaky Tengu and Wrath’s cloaky Proteus. The Orca has warped somewhere. Wrath warps to drop probes and I warp to the outer planet at 100km. Landing 20km from an Orca.
It’s a Narwhal. pilot – an alliance famous among WH corps for their efficiency as a Wormhole mercenary force. Wrath lands with me and we both engage. We merely point, however, when the pilot ejects. Said pilot then doesn’t warp, so we pod him. We now have an empty Orca.
Cheers bro
Riyu can fly one, so he runs over, jumps in and warps it home. Meanwhile, another pilot is talking in local.
[ 2012.01.21 16:07:02 ] Klurgsenator > the fuck just happened O.o??
[ 2012.01.21 16:07:15 ] Klurgsenator > got yourselves some free orca?
Wrath talks to him in a private convo. Turns out, this pilot was selling the wormhole – leaving an alt in to get their buyer a route in. He had logged in cloaked as we had landed on the Orca 30km away from him.
We scan again, revealing no inbounds. It’s a mystery how this Orca got here, but we need to be safe to run our Cap escalations! We roll the C4 and begin making ISK, running one site to a quad cap escalation. My own payout is lower than the Caps, but ISK is ISK!
The anom payout, with the POS loot payout underneath
The wallet is now looking extremely healthy. Maybe I can splash out on something shiny.
But Ganked beckons, so we roll wormholes till myself and Zerund get a k-space route. We do eventually, and it’s off we go!
But the luck is not over for those who stayed behind. Oh no. They rolled again, and scanned their way to a C5 Pulsar where 2 Moros and a Chimera sat at a POS. One of the Moros warped into the site with a Noctis, and my allies took their chance. Snagging the Noctis (200m), the Noctis’ pod (104m) and finally the Moros itself. The Pulsar wormhole effect giving it a hefty shield tank, but no amount of shiny mods could save this Dreadnaught (3,200m). One hell of a kill.
The Moros pilot escapes with his pod, but returns in a Naga. It’s caught, and this time his pod is too.
It’s been a lucky day for us all. Were we lucky on Ganked too? Next post will tell 
Flight of a Thousand Rifters and RvB Ganked 9
Saturday evening saw the usual Ganked event, along with a player run event called “Flight of a Thousand Rifters”
Flight of a Thousand Rifters
FoaTR essentially involved shooting a Moros in lowsec, and winning prizes for a number of criteria, which can be found on the forum post linked above.
I arrived in the designated lowsec system in a Blaster fit Catalyst a good hour before the event was due to start. During this time, I made a few tacticals on the station and made some tea, and then shot a few flashy destroyers with the help of a Red Federation pilot. None of them shot back. 
Local began rising within the half hour leading to the event, with the Moros pilot and event organiser, Marlona Sky, already docked and ready.
Finally, after an hour of waiting, Marlona undocked.
Cheearrgeeeee
The Moros entered seige and we opened fire. A number of flashies warp in and get shot by pretty much everyone, but most manage to get onto the Moros mail, it seems!
Gotta love blasters
Local is rising higher by the minute, EVE-Radio’s coverage of the event probably helping.
Marlona is starting to tank hard, and is shrugging off nearly all the DPS being thrown at her. Turns out, she’s overloaded her reps.
But then forgot to turn off the overheat.
Wham. The reps break, and the tank plummets like a stone. It’s a mere few minutes before she’s in structure.
dat Damage Control
Finally, the Moros EXPLODES everywhere, and Marlona’s flashy pod is spewed into space.
Of course, I miss it. Silly blaster range and all that!
Moments later, a Rooks and Kings sniping Tier 3 BC fleet shows up at range. OH GOD.
[ 2011.12.17 19:20:57 ] (combat) >Shiptype: Oracle
Pilotname: Agent Xer0
Shipname: 10 Miles HighAlliance: [HARK]
barely scratches you, causing 1167.0 damage.
!!
DOCK
[ 2011.12.17 19:21:00 ] (notify) Your docking request has been accepted. Your ship will be towed into station.
Cool.
I thank Marlona in r-v-b, and move over to Rens for Ganked Night.
RvB Ganked 9 – Firetails
Mangala is too rich. He’s been giving out Firetail hulls to everyone for this event. How does he do that.
The fleet started forming up even earlier than usual, sitting at almost 20 people by the time I’m in Rens, an hour before the event. Mumble is already full of idiots JOVIAL PEOPLE when I log on and it’s not long before there’s a tonne of Firetails outside.
Moar firetails!
Finally, with the fleet at 87, we began to head out.
A quick stop in lowsec, and we’re in Great Wildlands. A local camp runs away at the site of 70 firetails, so off we go into nulsec, once again completely clueless.
We find precisely nothing, which is a shame, so we head back towards the entrance and manage to snag a poor Stilletto, followed by an Oracle, followed by a Wolf.
Some more roaming follows, and we get word of a small Brick Squad gang just ahead of us. We swarm the gate and they jump in.
WHERE IS YOUR ECM NOW?
The Falcon melts, as does a Cane but the rest burn to gate and jump away.
We continue onwards, engine trails swinging, when a tempest lands off our gate at 50km.
“Orbit at range”, someone calls. “Smartbombs hurt”.
71 Firetails burn the distance and establish points, and the Tempest lights up the sky with smartbombs. Fortunately, of our 71 man swarm, noone is within 5km.
The Tempest explodes without a kill. Onwards we go.
Our scout has tackled an Abaddon ahead off a gate, so once again we burn in. He’s too close to the gate for smartbombs though, and also dies.
Round and round we roam, till we land in a system with another fleet in it. NC. have a large gang here – directional is lit up with BCs and more. An Avatar is on scan as well.
We warp to a gate off of d-scan from the NC. gang and hold.
Directional lights up. Mangala asks the fleet.
“Shall we die?”
The answer is a yes.
The NC. gang lands and we open fire, the first sabre jumping out and a Scimitar melting before they can establish their logistics chain.
A Claymore is primaried next, but it’s an uphill struggle.
FIRE EVERYTHING OH GOD
It’s slow, but the Claymore is dying to the Firetails! Fleet members are also dying left and right – Firetails are not the tankiest of frigates.
Finally, the Claymore explodes.
And then the rest of us burned. GF.
Video!
