Demigodess with a Conscience

The day that started out so well continued in the same manner through the evening. I took some well needed R&R in station before waking up to continue my adventures in the wormholes. As I signed on I found several of my corpmembers online and was greeted by several nasty grins. Apparently, they’d read my logs. Yeah, yeah, you wannabe bad guys.

I kept sifting through wormholes and found six (!) of them in Rephirib. After having looked through five of them with not a single piloted vessel in them, I started losing hope. Is wormhole space really this empty? As I entered the sixth and final wormhole, my sensors registered two vessels in the vicinity. A Hyperion and a Raven. After the previous wormholes where every ship I came across was safely parked at a POS, I wasn’t too excited, but I dropped my probes and got to work nonetheless.

My heart raced a bit as I narrowed them down. They were nowhere near a moon! This meant they were certainly piloted and active. I quickly recovered my probes as to not spook the pilots, and warped to 50 km off their position to observe. What met me was a glorious! Two enemy ships, marked red by our standings, were battling a Sleeper battleship and it’s frigate escort. I knew they would probably had killed the battleship and be off if I left now, so instead I observed, waited for them to move on.

And they did. Once the sleeper battleship exploded, the Hyperion aligned for warp out in the void, and I retreated to a planet, decloaked and redeployed my probes. After less than a minute, I had pinpointed his location, again nowhere near a moon. I opted for simply bookmarking the spot and hurried back to K-space.

As I entered Rephirib again I blared across the corpchannel for people to get ready. Reds were to be destroyed! Unfortunately, most of my valiant corpmates were in no position to join up as they were 30+ jumps out, but Isaac and Klown were ready and willing. Isaac mounted his Armageddon and Klown jumped into his newly acquired Onyx Heavy Interdictor. Sweet, a bubble!

I opted for firepower and jumped into the Asmodai. Those pesky reds would get a real surprise when this Sansha monstrosity warped in on them. We formed up on the Rephirib gate, I was given squad command and issued the interlinked gang-warp. We landed at the mouth of the wormhole and slid through into the class 3 system. Silently and quickly we aligned towards the Hyperion’s position and I again iniated gang-warp.

We landed almost right on top of them. The Raven were 15-18 Km out and I quickly put my warp disruptor on him. He wasn’t going anywhere. The Hyperion however, was 37 Km off, too far off for either of us to get a point on. Klown valiantly engaged his microwarp drive and sped towards the Hyperion, catching it with his infinitpoint. We opened fire on the Hyperion, but when I attempted to reload my guns with Scorch crystals for range, I recieved an error message.

Apparently,  I was out of cargospace and there was no room for the crystals to be moved back for the swap. Crap! I forgot to drop off the loot from HOPTOH earlier. Damnit, oh well. It didn’t matter much, since just as Klown got ready to deploy his bubble, the Hyperion somehow jammed him and warped off to a safespot only 300 Km away. Furious as we were, we turned to the Raven and Klown deployed his bubble around it. He was certainly not going anywhere now!

The Raven was well in range for mymultifrequency crystals and it didn’t take many volleys from me and Isaac for the Raven to evaporate. The pod was swiftly destroyed and it’s pilot sent home to the vats. The Hyperion glared at us from a distance, but there was no way we would catch it, so we returned home.

As we were about to dock in our home station, a red undocked a Drake straight into us. We couldn’t believe our eyes! Klown quickly locked it down while me, Isaac and some LEGIO guys opened up on the Drake. It buckled in less than 10 seconds. It was completely obliterated and it’s pilot sat dimbwitted in his pod looking at the smoldering mess of metal that used to be his ship. Tydcrims made short work of his pod, further killing his security status. Tyd has gone from 5.0 to 1.33 in one day. Well done there Tyd…

A few hours later, we spotted a red gang of two Abaddons, two Guardians, an Absolution and some other escort rabble. We formed a fleet together with some other guys and got hunting, but by the time we caught up with the red gang, they had been joined by a Megathron, a Golem and carrier support in their staging system. There was no way we’d be able to break that, so grudingly we returned towards Hoshoun. As we landed on the Hoshoun gate in Mamet, we saw a red Drake in tackle range! Points were issued, weapons were fired and the Drake was beginning to buckle.

But he was already 20 or so Km off when we started, and we had no really fast ships, save for Klown’s Onyx. As the Drake was speeding out of my overloaded disruptor range, I feared he might escape, but Klown was on his tail and kept his infinipoint on it, and eventually the massive shielding on the Drake dissipated and it was short work from there on in. (The killmail went to someone else who has yet to share it)

In short, this day has seen more pewpew than I have had in the last month. In spite of the obscene amounts of lives lost in all this, I can’t help but feel absolutely fantastic!

So far it’s been a rather pleasant day in spite of some initial boredom. After having flown around buying modules for my Rokh and the Nightmare, I decided to stop trying to look for a fight in low sec. Pirates were nowhere to be seen around southern Domain these days. The only ones that were there were either lonewolves on their way out into Providence or gangs of battlecruisers camping gates. Both were of no interest for me seeing as a battleship usually can’t catch a speedy lonewolf, and the gangs of late have been a tad too large to do any solo attempts.

So instead I jumped in my trusty Anathema and headed out looking for wormholes. Of course, this could just end up being another wild ghost chase but I had nothing better to do. Hoshoun was, of course, completely devoid of any wormholes so I moved on to Ziriert. After a couple of minutes of searching, I located a signature that could be one. After yet another minute of tedious work I found it. A wormhole with a sharp red nebula hinting on the other side of the event horizon. My database suggested this were to be a class 5 wormhole which was good news for me. Class 5s were more likely to contain people that the lower valued class 2-3.

I entered the wormhole and immediately picked a couple of ships up on my directional scanner. A Heron, no doubt the prober, a Retriever, a Covetor and an Iteron V. Looks like a mining gang and without escort. I quickly dropped my Sister’s combat scanner probes and got a fix on the Retriever. I saved the location in my databanks and turned back towards the wormhole. It was time to bring something that packed a punch.

I chose my Phantasm; the Belial. It was quick, agile and had a respectable shield buffer, while spitting out decent damage for a cruiser. More than a match for a couple of mining barges. As soon as I was granted clearance to undock, the Belial glided out of the hangar and into open space. As usual with the Sansha ships, it took a while to get used to the ship’s computer and yet some more time to adjust to the creepy sensor array. I willed the Belial towards the Ziriert stargate and once there, was swiftly granted departure clearance. After rematerialization in Ziriert, I immediately aimed for the wormhole, wishing to catch the miners before they finished their operation.

Once at the wormhole, I aimed the ship straight through the center and was, in a nearly magical way, transported across the vastness of the universe. Away from the safety of “Known Space” or K-space as we called it, and into the unknown of “Wormhole Space”.

As luck had it, the ships were still on the scanner once the Belial realigned it’s sensory equipment. I willed the ship into warp as soon as we cleared the wormhole and soon I landed in a massive asteroid field, only meters from a Covetor with mining lasers blazing across the void. I quickly moved away from the ship as to not collide with it, and I carefully maneuvered away from the mining lasers. While weak compared to my own laser banks, I still didn’t want them singeing my shields. After what felt like an eternity, the Belial’s targetting system had aquired the Covetor and I opened up with everything I had on the mining barge.

It was lightly shielded and folded quickly under the volleys of supercharged energy. Just as my final volley hit the side of the Covetor, turning it to spacedust, the Iteron landed right next to me. He must have been in warp already when I attacked. Or so I hoped, because noone would be foolish enough to warp to this situation in an industrial ship.

After another couple of seconds, the Belial had locked down and scrambled the Iteron as well, and as my first volley struck his shields (obliterating them in the process), a message was sent from the Iteron pilot.

“Stop it!”

I could hardly keep myself from laughing. What did he expect to accomplish by that? I fired another volley onto the Iteron and it lost structural integrity and exploded. Only then did I notice that the Covetor pilot had yet to escape. He was still just sitting there, right next to his wreckage, in his escape pod. I could hard believe it, but I started targetting the tiny little pod, and even after the 15 seconds it took to lock it, he was still there. Needless to say, he wasn’t around for long.

Quite pleased with myself, I scooped the now frozen corpes, whatever loot was left after the explosions and turned back home. What? Are you shocked? Did you think I was some defender of justice or something? No, I’m not. In case you didn’t know, I fire upon anything in my way, unless it’s friendly. Living in southern Domain just means that pretty much everything is friendly. Even neutrals. In wormhole space, however…there are only blues, and dead people.

Right as I returned to the safety of K-space, I recieved a report that HOPTOH, the infamous pirate, was roaming in Ziriert. I figured the Belial wouldn’t be quite enough to match up against his Hurricane, so I went back to Hoshoun and reshipped to the Asmodai, my Nightmare. After returning to Ziriert, I received a fleet invite from another blue. Apparently he was also looking for HOPTOH, and we worked together in pinning him down. Judging from the banter in local chat, HOPTOH had found a target and destroyed it. One less missionrunner ship around.

My friend soon located HOPTOH with his probes, and warped us in. As I landed in the safespot, my friend and another blue were already engaged with HOPTOH. A Curse and a Harbinger against the Hurricane, but it looked like the ‘cane had the upper hand. I didn’t waste time. I locked the Hurricane up and three volleys later, it was a smoldering piece of mangled metal. HOPTOH must’ve been in shock, because he didn’t warp his pod out in time, and Iat quickly popped it, sending HOPTOH back to his cloning vat.

All in all, a very good day so far.

A couple of days ago I was on my way up the Kheram pipe and recieved a report that Catrina was somewhere along the pipe as well. I saw this as a perfect moment to teach my sister a lesson, so  I parked my Armageddon on the Unefsih gate in Kheram and waited. Sure enough, there she was! She didn’t say hello, nor did she make any effort to run. I locked her Omen up, and willed my laser batteries to fire! The disruptor shut her warp core down, the web hampered her sublight engines, and the neutralizer crushed her capacitor.

She wasn’t going anywhere, she wasn’t doing any thing and most importantly, she was going down! I’m not even sure if she shot back at all, but in a few seconds, her Omen was reduced to a smoldering wreck. She quickly got her pod out, and I actually received a sneering remark over local chat.

Seeing as I was now under sentry fire due to crimes, I decided to warp my Armageddon to a safespot in empty space and wait out the aggression timer. I felt rather pleased with myself as I told the tale of my victory to my corpmates, but noticed that Catrina was back in system. I couldn’t really help myself, so I made a teasing remark how she was back for more, but she didn’t reply to that. Rather strange, seeing as she usually always have a snide reply.

Only a minute or two after her entering the system, she decloaks right beside me in a Pilgrim! I didn’t know she could use probes, so I wasn’t even looking! I was locked up, neuted and tracking disrupted in no time. I didn’t even have drones to defend myself with as they were left behind at the gate and destroyed by the sentries. I yelled out to my corpmates to come help, but most of them were far off. In the Citadel, noone lifted a finger to help.

I couldn’t touch her! It was so frustrating. I fired and fired, but the lasers kept missing, and my capacitor was going down fast, in spite of my cap booster. As my corpmates scrambled to get a combat ship ready and fly to my position, I ran out of cap booster charges and Aura’s dreaded voice hit me: “Your capacitor is empty.” My repper turned off, as did most of my other systems. Catrina’s drones were still eating away slowly at my armor, and finally breached the plating, attacking my unprotected hull.

I screamed for my corpmates for help, and apparently, two of them were en route. I kept thinking that they can’t go fast enough, just as the local beacon recognized Isaac entering system. I yelled at him to warp to me, but it was too late. Only a second after him landing on the grid, my proud Armageddon exploded. I quickly got my pod out, in case Cat was in a really bad mood, but apparently she was only interested in Isaac’s Harbinger, and was soon locked in combat with him. I saw Isaac’s desperate cries for help in the Citadel as I limped back home.

Thankfully, Catrina made a mistake and Isaac could get away before being destroyed, but I felt quite humiliated. I traded a battleship for a cheaply fitted cruiser which wasn’t quite what I had in mind. Not only that, I traded thousands of lives for a cheaply fitted cruiser with NO crew.

You will pay for this, dear sister…

“Eve goes well with drinking, hence lots of Russians and Germans. However, Eve contains absolutely no six-year-olds with cat ears and miniskirts hiked up high enough to see their panties. Ergo, Japanese players are completely disinterested.”

Istvaan Shogaatsu on the EVE Boards.

FUNNIE!

Ever since we had that fire in the kitchen last monday, I haven’t been able to sleep well. Always falling asleep early in the morning and waking up late, not feeling rested. Today, this was really put to test as I had to be at work at 6:45. By 2 am I gave up sleeping. It just wasn’t going to work.

So here I am, at work, half asleep and unmotivated to hell and back (normal when you are fatigued) trying to truddle along. I just wanna go home and sleep. Plox?

Oh and hope y’all had a good christmas holiday! I did. Was very nice to meet the relatives and have a good, massive meal together.

Harf. I’ll just stop now. Sooo tired. I’ll be back when I have something remarkable to write about. For now I only have a short message: Ancy can finally use bombs! Yay me.