It felt like home, which is surprising. After spending so much time under the radar in high security space and then staking a claim in the dark corners of the universe with the mysterious sleepers, I never thought I would feel so comfortable in low security space, with constant neighboors. For all the fear surrounding this place, I felt safe. Then again, such are the benefits of being in friendly standings with all the local corps. Our little unoffical alliance with our friends even came with the added comfort of having constant intel on all intruders and knowing thirt pilots withint 2 jumps away were there to protect you.
I drifted lazily in my pod. We hadn’t had visitors to “welcome” in a while now. Logistics for the next few weeks were covered. I was bored out of my friggin mind, amd I coudn’t help but pop the question. “Hey Jones, Sib, you up for a little roam?”. I smiled at the response, exactly what I wanted to hear; “You know it”. And so our mishmash group of myself in a Harbinger along with a Legion and other cruisers was born.
I had no idea that jumping from system to system with no targets is even more boring than sitting peacfully in my own system with no targets. I had gone into a mental autopilot for the hour. Nothing was happening, just the typical align and warp between systems. But something seemed off… When did local jump to 30 pilots? It was then that I witnessed for the first time something incredible, comforting, and shocking all at the same time. A massive fleet of mighty battleships warping to our position…. Thank god they were friends. “Hey boys, want to join up with them?” my CEO asked. There was only one answer. “HELL YEAH!”
That wasn’t what I was thinking an hour later. Jump after jump after jump, seeing bodoy in local that wanted to play. Only the persistant Heron following us at range. I don’t think I had ever been so bored in my li- “HOLD ON GATE. I may have some guys for you to play with!”, our fleet commander eagerly shouted across the fleet comms. Now we are talking!
“Wait on the gate… They are following us from behind. DO NO ENGAGE”
My heart leapt to my throat. My overview filled with reds, sound escaped me, for a few moments nothing existed to me other than the beautiful and fearsome sight laid before me. Immediately bits of armor cluttered the battle field. Slowly sound returned, a salvo of missiles glancing off my shields brining me back to reality. 1 by one primaries were called and enemies melted, but not without the first loss being on our side. My own CEO’s Legion going down within seconds of initial contact.
“Everybody disengage. Jump through in 30 seconds, immediately get back on the gate!”, our FC calmy ordered, thankfully the heat of the battle had not affected his judgement. An enemy had lit a Cyno and with the help of carriers, we did not stand a chance in this skirmish.
Two minutes later, aside from a few pilots downed, we rendevouzed on planet V. I only thought I had made it out of the woods. “Align back to the gate, do not engage, let them jump through to us with split forces”. The fleet quickly did so, and my adrenaline went down and the cold fear finally set it, causing me to nervously bite my lip as I saw battle cruisers and battle ships drop their cloak all around us.
Why did I have to be the next primary?

