I’ve been having the worst of times, and best of times lately. I’ve had lots of stuff to do and never had a dull moment in the last few days, which is actually excellent.
It all started with me cloning to a nearly blank clone without implants for an upcoming roam into 0.0. I may be nuts, but I’m not crazy. There’s no way I’d take a frigate on a deep 0.0 roam with the risk of getting caught in a bubble and losing 2b when my POD pops. The inconvenience of dying is, in this case, far less than the liquid ISK lost.
In a turn of spontaneousness, we had a little talk in the corporation chat on how we should go roaming soon. It all really started with me talking about a roam that me and Tydcrims did a few days ago, just after I had blown up the Drake in W-space. Him and I jumped in to our stealth bombers in order to harass the two Caldari Navy Ravens that showed up to avenge their dead comrade. When we finally managed to get together and head into the wormhole, they were already long gone, but the idea sparked something in the corporation.
So what happened was that we got a small gang together and headed for Providence to find something to pewpew.
- Jade Blossoms – Incursus
- Tydcrims – Purifier
- Me – Purifier
- 4 LOM – Manticore
- McGowd – Malediction
With this little gang of frigates, we roamed all the way down to Paxton space, went up via 2-TEG and came back the “back route” up to R3-K7K without seeing many reds. We caught glimpse of a red that we didn’t know was a red that jumped into R3 just as we sat on the gate. He was in a Pilgrim, and we could’ve easily tackled him if we’d only known he was a red.
Slightly angered over this, we opened fire on a red Hurricane that had been chased from Mamet down to R3. He was shield tanked and with two bombers launching Mjolnirs at him, and several painters on him, his shields were down in no time, and his armor flew off in large chunks. Unfortunately, we had no webbers along with us, so it ended up with him reaching the gate just in time, and jumping back into Misaba. He didn’t make it out alive though, since half of the lower Domain citizens were sitting on that gate, but we felt slightly robbed of proof of our work. The other guys simply reaped the goodies of our hard work.
Nevertheless, we knew in our hearts that we had won. With no killmail to show for it, who cares?
Ancy Denaries