Demigoddess with a Conscience

Maybe I’m getting old. Or just a carebear. Or maybe it’s just lack of practice. It’s clearly something wrong, because I haven’t made this many mistakes in a row in a long time. First off, I was roaming around 50 jumps in the so called “Faction Warfare” areas of Black Rise and Essence. In an effort to “hang with the tough guys”, I’d chosen the Javelin, a Hurricane class battlecruiser. I saw several smaller gangs and a few “blobs”, but nothing really up for a battlecruiser to chew on. Especially not since I obviously had no idea on how this thing maneuvered.

I was clearly not feeling at all at home in this Minmatar vessel, and much less had any idea on what tactic to use in the inevitable battle to come. It came sooner than expected, as a Cyclone decloaked on a gate right beside me. I locked him up, sent my drones and opened up. And was swiftly reminded about why you don’t engage on gates in low sec. Read the rest of this entry →

I was tired, that much was clear. The PINs on my planetary interface were starting to dance in front of my eyes as I stared at the screen for the tenth time. I’d been at this for hours now, realizing my planets weren’t exactly optimal for what I was trying to do so I rebuilt them all from Command Center and up. It was a lot more streamlined, but time would tell if it really made much of a difference.

I don’t really know what in me though it was a good idea to jack myself up to the pod interface Read the rest of this entry →

It would appear that “zombiepimp” wanted to go out with a bang and figured autopiloting through high sec during war would be a splendid idea. All the more amusing is the tale that follows. I was moving ships back to our home and had just moved my battleships and battlecruisers back. I was working on frigates and entered Niarja. Just as I left the gate into warp, a red/orange thing on my overview jerked my senses a bit. I was sure I saw a blinking orange target, indicating a wartarget. I quickly scanned local and found zombiepimp, blinking. He was in the system a long time, so I though he had docked but I hurried back to the gate and saw him just as he left.

I jumped right after back into Ashab and saw him decloak 30 km off. Damnit! No way I’m gonna catch him in an AB Punisher with a warp scram. 9 km isn’t enough and roughly 900 m/s won’t cover that space in the time needed. He warped off towards the Amarr gate, and I instantly willed my ship back into warp towards the Amarr gate. Hopefully I’d have better luck in Amarr and he’d be closer in tackle range. To my most pleasant surprise, he was 15 km off the gate when I landed. He was autopiloting during war. There’s a death sentence on such a failure. There are standards and procedures to consider during war, and he just violated a whole bunch.

I sped towards him, locked him up and opened up with my 150mm autocannons. Surprisingly enough, I was met with beam laser fire and a nosferatu. He was autopiloting, but still conscious, which just made his violation all the more epic. He shortly exploded and his pod left the smoldering wreckage and bobbed unsecured in space. I locked it up and ripped it apart with the autocannons. I would not let someone live for such an epic failure.

Way to go out with a bang, pimp…

I awoke.

I awoke and things seemed brighter.  I could feel it in my blood, my heritage singing, for things had changed and for the better.  I was going…home.

I had received word from Ancy to move to Amarr.  I preferred being in Amarr space.  Caldari was so…so lined and harsh.  I was glad to return to the golden arches of my heritage.  We had our sights set on a new mission.  Intel had reached our ears, something to do.  It was time. Time to do what we demigods did best.

It is time.

For War.

Isaac Starstriker

It would seem that I am a slow learner when it comes to sensing traps. It’s a recurring phenomenon…me running into traps. Although this time it wasn’t as much of a setup as it was me forgetting some vital components in my ship setup and my enemies’ ships. Like a tank, for starters. Read the rest of this entry →

After much anticipation the war has finally begun against the Slackers. It would appear they are not some random clownshoes, but actually experienced fighters. Many of them have over 2000 kills under their belts and an efficiency ratio that scares the crap out of me. Just as I undocked today I noticed one of them, Entropykaos, undocking right behind me in a Drake. I was in an Armageddon so naturally I opened fire. He waited until I had clawed my way through 80% of his shields before he issued the redock command. Out came Sol’ar in a Broadsword and I figured it was time for a switch just as Entropy came right back out, but now in an Abaddon. Cripes! Read the rest of this entry →

I was flying around in the system mainly dealing with the local Guristas threat when I registered a Rifter on scan. A quick report from station told me one of the wartargets had left dock. Well well, up for a fight? I warped to the station and remained at range and spotted the Rifter at the undock ramp. He warped to a safespot some 200 km from the station and I set out to engage him. I engaged my microwarpdrive and zoomed towards my enemy and to my delight, he did the same. Maybe the Wizard would draw blood once again?

As we came into 10 km range, we were both locked, webbed and scrammed. Autocannons were flinging bullets all over the place and rockets flying wild. It was a clash of titans. Not. Two frigates, locked in a wrestling grip, rolling around and trying to get an advantage. Our tanks were breaking at roughly the same pace, my shields were set up for a large amount of energy, while he was actively repairing his armor. As he hit structure, I felt my rocket launcher’s reloading systems gripping after something that wasn’t there. The rockets in the launcher was gone. I cursed and hastily willed the reloader to grab rockets from the cargohold, but it was too late. His tank recovered just ever so slightly at the loss of sustained damage, and my own shield generator gave up breath.

It was a fierce duel against a far superiour ship, so I was still proud at what I accomplished. I may not have won, but I put up a damn good fight, and if I’d had just another 10 rockets to fire, I just might’ve won. Oh well, another day.

Today, I was exceptionally tired of not finding targets. I ordered my XO to get my Vengeance-class Assault Frigate ready for some action. This ship was designed by the same corporation that created my Sacrilege. “The Royal Khanid Navy sure knew how to build ships” I commented to my XO. She nodded in agreement. Unlike the Sac, the veng required no crew with a capsuleer. So it was quiet when I got on board. Today, that didn’t bother me.

Upon undocking, I noticed only one wartarget was online. I also happened to spot Ancy’s favorite punching bag. Retsquid wasn’t docked so I assumed he was mining in his retriever-class mining barge in system.

I knew right away the only way to get him would be can flipping. Although I had never cap flipped before, I was frustrated, with lack of kills, enough to try and get a fight. I warped my ship from belt to belt until I found my quiet target, sitting there. A quick scan found he was all alone. I willed my ship closer and then can flipped him. To his credit, he didn’t do anything. After a moment, I warped out. I figured he probably wouldn’t do it so I continued looking around.  After a minute, Ancy told me that she had spotted Retsquid outside station with a Mammoth warping off.  I couldn’t believe that he would, but upon reentering the belt, Retsquid did indeed come back in a Mammoth.  He must have figured he was safe to reclaim his ore.  How very very wrong he was.  My Vengeance blew his ship into tiny pieces.  He yelled something over local asking how I had managed to kill him without Concord.  I left it up to him to figure it out. Read the rest of this entry →

“Mam, you got a minute?”

My XO knocked politely on the open door to my office room. I nodded and waved him towards a chair.

“You’ve seemed rather distracted an’  irritated lately.” he sat down and looked straight into my eyes. “What’s going on here?”

I smiled slightly. “I’m that transparent, hm?” He nodded. “Things haven’t been going well lately. This latest war we’re in here turned out to be a bigger bite than we can chew.

I put some reports to the side and put my arms on the desk in front of me. “Most people we battle have limited numbers or limited skill, thus allowing us the chance to fight on better or equal terms. This latest target, [VOV] are quite a lot more difficult than our earlier ones.

In difference from [SHOK], these guys actually bring a fight, have decent skill and the numbers to back it up.”

My XO almost smirked a little. I took a deep breath and tried not to let it affect me.

“To put it bluntly, we’re getting our collective asses kicked here. We’ve already lost two Abaddons. Thankfully both near the station, so most of the crews were saved, but the ISK loss was significant. We’ve managed to kill a couple of lower tiered battleships, cruisers and battlecruisers, but barely enough to cover our losses.” Read the rest of this entry →

Well well, seem these guys actually do know how to undock. In great numbers, I might add. So far, we’ve been up against a Raven, two scorpions, six Drakes, a Dramiel, a Merlin and a Falcon. Against two. Sure, I never really expected a fair fight, but that was rather overkill. Without the ECM boats, maybe.

So far, we’ve killed  two Ravens, a Vexor and a Scorpion, but lost two Abbadons, so we’re just barely above on the ISK scale. I played some station games with them tonight, trying to get some of them to dock, warp or similar. Tried to break up the gang by instaing away from station then bouncing off planets for a while, but no go. They’re firmly fixed to the station in their massive gang. Just a few less ships and I’d considered it a fight, but by now I simply go down way too fast for me to do any meaningful damage to them.

This is gonna take some thinking before I can fight on equal terms…perhaps it’s time for the comeback of Asmodai? The Falcon makes that difficult though. Ah well, I’ll think about it, and we’ll see. I’m not just rolling over and dying just because I finally got opposition, that would be ridiculous.