Recent Times

The Good Times.

Ronan had planned a Nano-Op for Sunday night, 2330 hours. He had been expecting very few numbers to show and had arranged for it to be a more suitable time for the US time-zones. He did not expect to log into Voice Comms to find a larger number of drunken Euro's cocking about.

As the fleet returned to Hevrice to regroup for Ronan's nano-op, the fleet make-up was discussed and formed. This consisted of a variety of Vexors, Stabbers, a Claw and an Arbitrator.

"Can i bring a Smartie-Nano-raping-Vexor for the LULZ?" I asked Ronan.

"HAHA Do it!" Exclaimed the slightly-wrecked Wensley. Ronan didn't sound too impressed.

I fit my Vexor with any scrap modules i could find in my hangar, i knew this particular cruiser was sentenced to doom. I fit 3 t1 Smart-bombs along with a few crap drones i could scrounge. I was ready.

We didn't need to travel far before encountering 2 hostile Vexors. As the fleet warped in and engaged at mid-range orbits, i charged in - Smartie's booming - and took out some friendly drones in the process. Ooh yeah!

In the system of Mannar - while the fleet was standing by in a Safe and others scouting in the neighbouring systems - i was checking out a distant cluster of planets and had scanned down a seemingly inactive Megathron at a Stargate. A few seconds passed before the Megathron appeared beside me, i admired the beautiful ship for a while before i smacked the point on. The nano-fleet landed beside me and we began working our magic. The Megathron had deployed Garde II sentry drones, but as we were so close, they posed no threat. As i fired off a few explosions from my smart-bombs for good measure, the Mega had then redeployed his sentries 20km from us and i began to take some heavy hits. Egrat managed to jam him with his drones and i managed to warp out in structure, abandonning my Ogre I and Hobgoblin I's.

I repp'd up and returned to the scene in time to witness Egrats Arbitrator esplodes. The Mega was below 10% structure and was just able to rid me of my amazing ship, too. The Mega esploded.

Some time later, the gang found ourselves alone with another Drake pilot in the system of Onne once more. It was piloted by Bug Akane and he was well known within the Tuskers for helping us probe out some awesome kills in times ago. After refusing to help us probe out some other stuffs nearby, we decided to look for him. Knowing full well he was in an off-grid deadspace pocket in a mission, the drunken euro's suggested surfing through the scanner plexes. As the fleet seperated for different complexes, there was a sudden;

"Caster has point on the Drake! Caster has point on the Drake!" I screamed.

"YESS!!!"

"GET A POINT!"

"In warp."

As the fleet began to land beside me one by one, someone muttered "...wait." I gave a chuckle before shouting;

"HAHA Made you warp, made you warp! Eyeeeee made you warp!!" My uncontained laughter poured through voice comms.

"There's a name for people like you, Caster." Wensley replied.

Bug Akane later accepted our Devil's fleet invite, and ->this<- happened.

Ronan's nano op ended with a further 2 Rifter kills, caught by Wensley.

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Joc, Menthez and I: The triangle of Love.

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The Bad Times.

The past few days has put my wallet under alot of strain. I have lost a monstrous amount of ships lately; some from being silly, some from being manly and others for being an asshole.

Bad luck has been the worse loss of them all, however. On a roam with Leo Solunar in his frigate, we had warped to a gate and Leo had jumped through. However, a Myrmidon had landed beside my Vexor on the gate and he had jumped through to catch me. It was a flaming brotherhood pilot and his gang. I was not going to be able to out run them from the gate, being in a Vexor.

"Just allign to a celestial in front you, hit mwd, and ju-" Leo was suggesting, before i cut him off.

"I'm just going to log out. I'm going to quit game." I didn't have an agression timer, so theoretically i should disappear on the spot. I did it.

"How does it look, Leo?"

"Your ship - Cheeky one - is still on scan... and yeah, they've scrammed you."

"Argh, bollox." I sighed.

"No, wait!" Leo started, "You've disappeared! They're confused in local! You must have made it!"

Nothing could contain my laughter. It was genius, i had always wondered if that trick would work if and whenever i would encounter a serious gate-gamp, but i had never had the opportunity to try it out. I now know it works. My laughter didn't last long.

As the action was now taking place over in the next system, I made my move to log back in. I found myself in space once more, with my Vexor in warp enroute to my last known location, the Stargate. As i landed, my client crashed.

"Oh bollox..." I muttered, as i made haste to return. However, as my UI began to load up, Damage notifications lit up my screen. "What the -" I was confused, was this a lag update from when i dropped ofline?

It wasn't. The hostile gang was back and they had me. As my ship neared structure, my client crashed once more. Bollox on toast.

After rebooting my system, i found myself in a fresh clone, 2 jumps out from home.

"Bye bye plus fours."

Rumble in Hevrice

The flaming brotherhood corporation have been entertaining us in Hevrice lately.

Joc kept the Tuskers Comms channel updated with intel of his attempts to bait a flaming brotherhood Prophecy battlecruiser. When the point was called, three Tusken battlecruisers undocked simultaneously from the station along with a hostile Armageddon which was on its way to aid the falling Prophecy.

Joc and Leo were both flying the Caldari Ferox, whilst Vajo undocked in a general support-fit Brutix with ECM drones. I had taken out my good old Man-tix for the job.

Our slightly nimbler Battleships alligned quicker than the lumbering Battleship which had undocked with us, and we soon dropped out of warp beside Joc. As we tucked in for a good meal of the Prophecy, the Armageddon landed behind us some 10 seconds later and Vajo and I fed it some juicy Tracking-Disruptor lurve. With the Amarr beast tamed, the Prophecy was reduced to the bone.

Attention was turned toward the Armageddon at this point, in which posed no problem for us. As the Amarr Battleship fell, a Thorax appeared on the scene and was instantly OMGWTFBBQALPHA'd. Another Brutix warped in right on cue, and was also melted in our moment of insanity.

By this point, the original Prophecy pilot had returned in a Hyperion along with a supporting Rokh. Talk about escalation... A hostile Vagabond had also arrived to whore some killmails and our gang made the decision to loot what we could and vamoose. I was able to loot a fair amount, with only the Prophecy wreck being beyond my reach before i warped out. Joc wasn't so lucky though, and his Ferox was caught. A martyr to the cause!

A total of approximately 22million worth of Isk was recovered from that engagement - a 5million extra for each of our pockets. Can't complain.

The lesson i learnt today: Battlecruisers are the bomb.

As the heat dispersed, i decided to go on a cheeky solo roam with a resolve to stay close to home. I stumbled into Joc as i jumped into the system of Adirain and no sooner than i did, he had called point on a Drake in belt 4-1. My Taranis was in there in an instant and aided the Nano-Omen in taking down its shields. As we held off our damage to ransom the pilot on the recieving end of this negotiation, Joc discovered the pilot had ejected! Exclaims of surprise and glee had erupted in Comms as we were rewarded a free Battlecruiser!

I held my position as Joc warped off to dock up his Omen before returning for the Drake. However, as he confirmed his warp towards me, a radiating explosion took to my ears and i watched in horror as the previously-existing Drake engulfed me in its indigo flash of light. My jaw dropped.

"Umm... Joc, umm... The Drake... The Drake exploded... and i swear to god i didn't even touch it."

Another Tusker present on Voice Comms suggested it could have been a Self-destruct, "Check your logs mate, it may have been a Self-destruct".

I checked my logs.

22:36:26 Notify Drake belonging to BleedingAngl self-destructs.

Epic cries of 'NO' were soon heard in the Comms channel. Disappointment flooded through both Joc and myself, knowing we missed out on an opportunity for both the Killmail and even the ship itself. Had we known it was self-destructing we would have made haste in its recovery. Foiled by the stranger with a missing letter in his name.

Desperado. Suicidal.

Caster was sprawled across his bed in his Captain's Quarters, bag of potato chips sitting on his chest and the TV flickering gently from across the room. He was almost asleep as his eye-lids began to drop, the soft breeze from the ventilation system above his head felt good against his face.

It had been a tough week, his ships had been dropping like rocks and it didn't particularly help that his crew was beginning to lose all faith in the Captains ability to keep them all alive for longer than 20 minutes. I've either lost my touch, or someone's planted AID's in my implants. Probably the latter. The overwhelming feeling of depression was finally pushing him asleep until the Communications Unit blinked loudly.

"Ah shi-" he muttered as the bag of chips rained onto the floor from the unelegant movement he produced to get off the bed. Caster trudged over to the wall-mounted unit and as he leant heavily against the wall for support, flicked the green switch. The 8" screen display beside him flickered to life to reveal a distinctive looking Gallentean woman.

"Izzy," Caster managed to croak in recognition. Izzybella - capsuleer and pirate, an old friend of Caster's - grinned wildly behind her red tattoo streaks.

"Heya Rom-rom, up for some roaming fun? Perhaps a drink or two afterwards? That is, of course, if it turns out well."

Caster sighed and emphasized his facial features of fatigue, "Not today, sorry... I've not been having the best of luck lately... I was drinking a few hours ago anyway, so I wouldn't be suitable for plugging into anything, anyhow."

The gallentean smirked at the Caldarian counterpart and asked, "Which ship? Or... ships?" An eyebrow was raised at this point, a sign of genuine curiosity. Caster was not going to be able to rid himself of her when she was in this heightened state of mood. He let out another sigh.

A few days previously, i was so bored and stumped as to what to pass the time with, i had decided to take my Megathron Battleship on its first flight operation, solo. As i undocked into the vacuum of space, my scan picked up readings of a Rupture within 15AU's of my location. A cruiser, why not, i thought. As i swiftly narrowed the scan toward a 5 degree reading toward an asteroid belt, i willed the cumbersome ship into warp. The Rupture left the belt as i was in warp. This process of cat 'n mouse continued for a while and i didn't enjoy it very much in my Battleship, even if it was slightly amusing. I made route toward a few neighbouring systems but no sooner had i jumped into Jovainnon, PreZiDenT called a point on the Rupture - Hevrice belt 5-1.

"Roger. Caster jumping into Hev. Caster in-warp," i confirmed.

"Please hurry, mate. My Rifter is going down fast," PreZ urged. "Typhoon and Oneiros have landed on grid." Oh shit, i thought. My ship was already mid-warp toward the belt, it was too late. I would have to engage. PreZ had lost his Rifter at this point, and i began to lay into the Minmatar Battleship. I broke through it's shields in little time and was met with a much stronger, resilient armour plating. I wasn't going to be breaking this so long as the Oneiros continues to remote-rep him. I noticed the Rupture had strayed closer at this point, and decided to switch all systems onto the cruiser. My large faction munitions violently shattered against this nimble ship, and its armour plating dropped considerably in just 2 volleys. However, now it had drifted out to a further ranged orbit and was most likely being repp'd by the Oneiros sitting the 49km distance away from us, i had no time to see if that were the case. I switched once more toward the Typhoon, drones and all. I didn't last much longer and my Battleship was destroyed. PreZ had also lost his Ishkur frigate in a futile, but valiant attempt to buy me some time. He gets a free bag of cookies and a beer next time i see him.

I managed to bring my pod safely home, and had a chat with Egrat (a fellow Tusker) regarding the event and my poor Mega' fit. I wasn't too bothered, it was my first time navigating a Battleship for solo purposes and i was happy to have learnt from the experience and to get advice on future fittings. Another Megathron is already on the way from Jita and when i finally take it out, it will melt faces.

"Ouch, that musta hurrrt!" She exclaimed, rolling her tongue on the last syllable to emphasize the pain. She was still smiling after he finished his recount of the event, much to Caster's irritation. She had made no attempt to hide her moment of joy at the part of his ships destruction and had let out a high pitched cry of entertainment.

"Honestly, i don't know what my problem is lately. I was even more embarassed with myself the other day in my Taranis. Was doing my usual business out and about, scanned some battleships in a belt, warped in to be cheeky, accidentally at 0km, landed right on top of them..." Caster hesitated. Izzybella leant forward, eyebrow raised once more, and nodded curtly to encourage him to continue. "I just sat there. Really, just sat there." There was a brief moment of silence until the realisation of what that meant, hit her. She threw her head back and snorted with laughter. Such a rough diamond, this one. Very unlady-like, Caster cringed.

"HAH! I love it! Anymore?" Her face was pressed up against the screen, the hunger for more was evident in her eyes. As reluctant as he was, Caster obliged.

"Lost an Ishkur shortly afterwards, can't even remember how that one happened. Then i lost a Gank-thrax later in a camp on the Aeschee-Adirain gate. The bastards."

Izzybella didn't look satisfied, "that was it?" She asked. Caster pushed himself off the wall in a rage, thrusting his face into the screen, his own eyebrows raised in disbelief.

"WHAT D'YOU MEAN THAT WAS IT? F**king.... they f**king hurt my feelings, they did. I'd like to see you lose two ships in such a pathetic manner and be happy about it, to be honest."

"It can't be helped, these things happen. Don't pop a vein, and grow some pubes for for-f-sake!" She now held a face of amusement, as if knowing something further. "I, er, I heard something, briefly, about this... arranged 1 v 1 you gave to a Navy Vexor in your Brutix?" She alsmot whispered the last words, as if mockingly. One hand scratching the back of her head whilst the other fiddled with something beyond the view of the screen.

Caster scowled.

I was roaming once more in systems not too far from home, this time in my gank-fit Brutix, or MAN-tix as i like to call it. After a few jumps around all the familiar systems, i decided to split from my usual patrol of known systems and venture into a little new territory. As i jumped into the 0.3 system of Heydieles, i noticed a Vexor Navy Issue at a Caldari outpost plex. I warped straight in, however the pilot was careful and was already fully aligned toward another plex. He warped as i landed on grid with him. I followed, but he left before i made it out of warp this time. As i swung the battlecruiser around toward a newly created safespot, the Vexor pilot hailed me on a private comms channel. I accepted, and he offered a 1v1. I obliged. We formed a fleet and he requested me to warp to his location. I obliged once more. As i landed on grid, he was 50km out. Not the most ideal of situations in my short-range, blaster boat. I began movie away from him, alligned to a far-off cluster. He maintained range and deployed a flight of light scout drones in my direction. I therefore began to web, and destroy each drone in turn, spurting my afterburner occasionally. He began to further deploy medium Valkyrie drones, all the while not venturing near enough to warp disrupt me. My attention was on the drones once more, but having no armour repairer available onboard, my armour was slowly chipping away. By the time he was down to 2 Valkyrie drones he deployed another 3 light's and i began entering structure. Still, perhaps due to my stupid stubborness which seemed to defy all meaning of common sense and logic, i stayed to play it out. As i neared 50% structure, the vexor made it's move and MWD'd into blaster range. This however, also meant he was in my blaster range, too. All seven of them. Overloaded. My blasters erupted with a deafening sound and the Navy Vexor shook violently as it was reduced to beyond minimal armour integrity in only a few volleys. Despite this, the fight was already over, my adversarie had seemingly timed his last second pounce perfectly. My Brutix exploded in a firework of blue just as the Navy Vexor touched structure.

"What a bitch," Izzybella commented. Caster was glad she didn't laugh this time, even if the edge of her lips did twitch occasionally.

"Yeah, but he knew what he was doing. It was a good fight, sort of." He gave his bed a glance, the sudden longing to be in it had hit him and his shoulders slouched in fatigue. "How goes things on your front? Hows your app' for the Tuskers turning out?"

"Ah, not too bad. Intriguing bunch of guys. They're running a background check i think, and i've got a few tiny last requirements to sort out, and hopefully it'll all go well." She only smiled now, her previous self having evaporated in the presence of thoughts on her personal goals. A moment of thoughtful silence followed, before a ringing noise raised both their heads. "Hmm, it's mine," she grumbled as she fumbled through her peculiarly styled garments for her Cell-phone. "I'm gonna have to catch this, sorry Caster. I'll catch up with you later."

"No worries." The screen flickered off.

Finally relieved from what felt like some form of life-draining interrogation, Caster Rom trudged back toward his bed - carefully sidestepping the potato chips - and threw himself onto it. The breeze from the Air-ventilation system above felt really good on his face.

Feast, Famine, Fabulous.

The past few weeks showed a bumpy seasonal effect of targets in the area. At first, people were on a consensus that Verge Vendor and surrounding areas were running pretty dry. I was feeling fairly parched as well throughout this little season, the food was thinning out.

There's been the occasional catch, the occasional small-time entertainment, the occasional smile and laughter. But in general, things were going slow, at least it seemed so for me. This draught continued for a week or so before things slowly improved in a gradual crescendo.

There was a few of this, this and this. Occasionally, i was so despressed with lack of activity that i resorted to gate camping the Macro Haulers which stream through Hevrice regularly.

Then there was some of this, this and more this.

I was in dire need of some sort of group activity at this point, and was glad for the roaming ops which followed. One particular operation led by Wensley stood out in particular. This particular roam involved particularly small ships - frigates. We managed to bag an Industrial Command Ship - an Orca! This was a first time for many of us and the factor of its guardian ships - Blackbird, Hyperion and a Raven - made the encounter even more special. We were prepared to ransom several of these ships, however due to the faffing about of these funny pilots and the iminent countdown of the POS bubble activating, we had little choice but to crack their nuts. Both a Hulk and a Drake take-down followed shortly after the very same evening. It was a very satisfying feeling at the end of the day. See: A Quiet Saturday With The Tuskers

A more recent operation consisting Remote-Repping Battleships also ended in success. This also being my first time putting a Battleship to use meant i was fairly aroused (:random thesaurus selection from the word 'excited'). Our gang consisted of 3 RR Battleships (Ronan and myself in a Dominix each and Egrat in his shiny Armageddon) and a squad of supporting gang-mates. Things began slow with litte happenings as we did a short circuit around the neighbouring systems. Just as the night seemed bleak, a fellow corpmate - Yarhh - gave intel of a missioning Golem in the 0.4 system of Onne. The first squad of support ships in the fleet was ordered byJolo to engage first, in hope of luring out a lurking Ishtar, but without luck the order was then given to the Battleships and Alex Rudd in his Blackbird to enter the system and engage the Marauder with the others. We were lucky to have Yarhh and his Ship scanner available, which gave us a heads up on the juicy, succulent faction mods which entailed alongside this Golem package. A generous offer of a 1.5billion isk was offered to the pilot, who however claimed he only had 500million at hand. The decision was made to destroy the ship and gamble with the Loot-gods. We were met with a good enough result and arranged for a cloaked transport ship to bring the treasures home.

All in all, i can humbly say... We are in good business once more! As for my new resolve for profit, i think i can safely give that a green tick thus far.

Returning to the Roots.

I have been questioning the motives behind my actions recently, the actions which result from my healthy career of Piracy.

Lately, my lust for destruction has been the sole factor in my activities and the word Piracy has been reduced to an excuse. I've been out flying with a psychopathic will to kill whatever i can find, with no thought toward profit. Of course, this has resulted in a steep decline in my wallet and it doesn't feel good.

This changes, now. Each time i undock, i will have profit sitting between my ears. Gone are the days of reckless flying and crazy laughter. I will restore meaning to the word.

Drakes - WTF

Today, was perhaps the most fun i have had in Eve for a long, long time.

It began with lunch. I was munching happily in one of the station canteens (Chicken & Mushroom Pie \o/) whilst having a lovely conversation with fellow Corp-mates. I was contemplating whether or not i could be bothered to do anything whilst i was charmingly shoveling food down my throat.

I managed to bring my lazy self into the Ship hangar shortly afterwards in the Pod and boarded my Taranis Interceptor. This particular one wasn't rigged - it felt cheap. Not a good feeling to have towards your own ship, usually.

I set a course for Intaki and undocked into the familiar sensation of weightlessness in the gooey confines of my pod. This was only a frigate sized ship, and thus has no internal gravi-systems installed. Unlike the larger ships, it doesn't need one.

The journey was uneventful and before i knew it, i found myself within Intaki itself. Gah, empty system after another... I made up my mind to venture into adjacent systems of which i had not been before. After a few jumps, my scan reading showed a Drake Battlecruiser in Eugales, located within an asteroid belt. After pulling out some details, i discovered the pilot was only a month old in his liscence. Excellent.

My nimble frigate was there in seconds, scram'd, web'd and furiously unloading faction munitions. His heavy missiles were hitting me for very little, and i dealt with his tech 1 drones accordingly. Despite overheating my Weapon systems, i was not able to get his shields below 15%. Goddamnit, if only this bugger of a 'ranis was rigged. This is getting me nowhere. My modules were overheating and my personal supply of Nanite Paste had dried over the weeks, so there was nothing i could do to repair the damage being done. I recalled my drones and warped to a Safe. Wtf tbh, a month old pilot is able to pilot a Drake AND concoct a fit with such a decent tank...

After calling me a coward for retreating, i managed to convince him to wait for me whilst i repair and restock on ammo.

[12:42:29] Bio Viper > why leave system?

[12:42:33] Caster Rom > ammo

[12:42:55] Bio Viper > yeah right, your just going to change ship

[12:43:14] Caster Rom > i dont have any big ships, my corp usually roams around in small ships

[12:43:22] Caster Rom > i dont risk big ships, too expensive for me

[12:43:46] Bio Viper > i saw that earlier, as one of your guys tried to kill me with rifter

[12:43:53] Caster Rom > yeah

[12:44:06] Bio Viper > shame i didn't have my scram on

Change ship, eh? What a GENIUS idea. I decided to run home and bring out the Myrmidon. My very own sexy Gallente battlecruiser. After sitting out my Global Criminal Countdown, i sprinted home to Hevrice.

I justified my reason for having to travel the 9 jumps home just for ammo in a private chat with him - "Faction ammo, matey. It is hard to come by :( ".

As i made haste travelling back to Eunales in my Myrmidon, I stumbled upon a lovely Devoter+Brutix gate camp in Melmaniel. I sighed, and double-backed toward the gate i had entered. Just in time too, as another 5 blinky assortment of battlecruisers, command ships and Heavy assault ships dropped out of warp for me. I managed to get out safely, with minimal damage into armour.

Looks like that is one system i cant go through... and so i set a course around it. 17 jumps... ouch. I notified the Drake pilot of my little snag and he agreed to wait, undeterred and obviously keen on having another shot on the tiny-weeny little interceptor.

On my monotonous journey around Melmaniel toward Eunales, my conscience finally hit me. As it would do any Human Bean. After his wonderful co-operative nature, i found it difficult to cope with the evilness of my planned surprise. Thus began my little remedy of deceit;

[13:19:50] Caster Rom > oh damn, another camp :( lost me ship this time

[13:20:08] Caster Rom > im gonna have to look to buy another one in system

[13:20:10] Bio Viper > oh rly?

[13:20:10] Caster Rom > gimme few ticks

[13:21:44] Caster Rom > :/ only ship i can buy here which i can fly

[13:21:47] Caster Rom > is a myrmi...

[13:21:52] Caster Rom > way overpriced though

[13:22:00] Bio Viper > i c

[13:22:21] Caster Rom > if you wnat the fight still... i could purchase it, and fit it with shitty scrap mods i can find in system

[13:23:01] Bio Viper > well myrmi can take drake down so its your call

[13:23:33] Caster Rom > so are oyu saying you wouldnt want a fair fight in the first place? :o

[13:23:44] Caster Rom > you would still be at an advantage, as i cant fit this mrymi the right way

[13:23:57] Bio Viper > i want a fair fight, and i have seen myrmidons take drakes down

[13:24:14] Caster Rom > yet many drakes take down myrmis too

[13:24:27] Caster Rom > drake tank is perhaps the best in-game tbh

[13:24:36] Bio Viper > i know

[13:24:46] Bio Viper > so i

[13:24:59] Bio Viper > if you dont want, then dont buy the myrmi

[13:25:14] Caster Rom > ill do it, its a game afterall

[13:25:25] Caster Rom > gimme 2 minutes to fit it out with what i can find lol

[13:25:35] Bio Viper > ok

I continued trekking through the many systems for a while, until the destination loomed closer. Then:

[13:27:39] Caster Rom > ok.. this will have to do i guess

[13:27:42] Caster Rom > making my way there

[13:27:48] Bio Viper > k

I returned to the system of Eunales soon afterwards, and engaged his Drake in my Myrmidon. This also being my first Myrmidon fight on anything larger than a cruiser, so i was fairly excited.

It took a while for me to tear through his shields, but it was inevitable nonetheless. I managed to keep my Armour at a safe level throughout and when his shields were diminished, my drones and blasters had no trouble with his remaining fragile armour and hull. We exchanged Gf's in local.

Astonishingly, i managed to scram his pod. He was a nice guy and before i knew it, i was contemplating for the second time today. Should i ransom him? But then my eyes darted to an Amarr Recon Ship which appeared on grid - a Curse. I warped to safety and urged Bio Viper to do the same, i had spared him. It was in-warp that i realised the Curse was actually a Corp-mate of his. An evil hooked eyebrow expression appeared on my face, and before i knew it i had willed the ship to return to the belt.

I landed right on top of the Curse, and instantly unleashed everything i had. Despite the irritating Capacitor problems the Curse was causing, i was able to stay on top of this with my own Cap-Injector system.

Things were going marvelously well, until a Hurricane appeared on scan. Oh shit. A Hurricane appeared on grid. Oh Shit-cakes Bollox. The bugger stole my Curse kill.

He then took no time in engaging me. I initiated all my systems on the new target, but then realised i had burnt out my ship weapon systems. Oh Shit-cakes Bollox F**k. My drones did decent damage, but it wouldn't be enough. I'm specialised into gunnery, not drones. The hurricanes shields would not fall below 25% and began slowly recharging, whilst my own defences slowly melted. A Typhoon friend of the Hurricane also joined at this point, and as he launched his chain of Cruise Missiles, my beloved Myrmidon was no longer.

With more Gf's sent all around in local communications, i safely docked up in the local station.

[13:55:10] Bio Viper > your welcome to join our corp if you get bored of the tuskers, with that kind of skills, your free to join anytime :)

[13:56:09] Caster Rom > ah thanks mate, appreciate it greatly, but getting bored with these guys is highly improbable ;)

Smiling uncontrollably, I decided to go for a drink at the station bar, and possibly take a little nap afterwards. Good Times.

Also a note before i forget: I owe Ronan Jacques 10mn Afterburner II x1. :D

Another note: Thanks to Sonbalin for helping out scout Melmaniel :) Without him, i daresay my Myrmi would be long gone before i had even reached Eugales. \o/

Frigate Op - 2.04.09 - 2000hours

The Tuskers gathered in their home system of Hevrice early - 14 of them, including 2 friends. Standard protocol of ship checks were reported to the Fleet Commander - Wensley.

Ares, Enyo, Enyo, Incursus, Incursus, Ishkur, Jaguar, Keres, Kitsune, Retribution, Rifter, Rifter, Sentinel, Tristan.

We departed from the Station shortly thereafter, and proceeded to the first System Gate (jovainnon). I was assigned scouting & tackle duty and was sent ahead into the neighbouring system in my sexy Ares Interceptor.

As the intimidating force of frigates sat on standby on the Jov' Gate in Hevrice, i took no time in declaring the system clear. A full 360 omnidirectional scan of 15AU takes all Celestial body's within Jovainnon into account, and there was nothing to pounce upon bar the odd Industrial ship. Wensley ordered the fleet to jump the gate and to proceed and hold on the Gate towards the next Solar System en route.

This standard process of crawling towards our destination continued throughout, and no sooner than the fourth System in, i had called a 'point' on a blinky target sitting 100km off a Station - a Cerberus. As i maintained a wide orbit on the Heavy Assault ship, the rest of the fleet streamed into the system and warped to my co-ordinates. The Cerberus' shields evaporated within 20 seconds and it's armour and hull crumbled instantly in a spectacular display of fireworks. We laid points upon the resulting Pod, but he refused ransom and we showed him some love in return.

As i left to scout the next system over, the fleet struck lucky with a Ferox battlecruiser on their side. I acknowledged via voice comms its destruction, but at a cost of 3 of our own frigates.

Being so close to home still, our FC made the decision for a pit-stop at base to re-ship and take a short break. I took use of this time to scout around the neighboring systems.

I narrowed down a scan within Aeschee consisting of a Caracal cruiser and a Condor frigate within a belt, and warped in at 10km without delay.

As the warp bubble collapsed, i landed right on top of the Caracal in which i instantly pointed and requested back-up from anybody still present on voice comms. My call was answered immediately, and help was on its way.

I maintained my 15-20km orbit of the Caracal as the Condor burned his Microwarpdrive from 52km away to aid his shackled friend. The little frigate would cause a problem as my Railguns would not be able to track it at such a close distance. My MWD at this point was also futile as he had Scrammed my warp systems and in turn, prevented me from being able to escape also. All that was left for me to do, was to maintain my Warp Disrupter on the Caracal, boost my shields occasionally, and let off the micro smart-bomb when my capacitor allowed it.

He was not able to get my armour status down past 80% when the cavalry arrived. The condor abandoned his companion and escaped whilst the gang raped the Caracal. We suffered no losses and pleasantly received 10million Isk from the pod ransom. Very nice.

Whilst the fleet were sitting out our Global Criminal Countdown, i took the liberty of zooming around the system. Purely for the sake of it. In turn, i had scanned down an Ishtar at a 5 degree scan towards a station. I warped in at 100km for Intel on pilot and security status. No sooner had i left warp did i start taking sentry fire. "Shit!" In panic, i turned the ship around to return to the fleet, tail between my legs. I survived with a structural integrity of 15%. Don't you just love Criminal flagging.

As i rendezvoused with the gang, Wensley noticed the path of flame trailing behind my humble ship. Believing it to be the result of our Caracal-Condor engagement, he stated in Comms:

"Jesus, Caster. That was close."

"... Yeah." I responded, a wide smile stretched across my face. I didn't particularly want to embarrass myself at this point in time. I repaired my ship once GCC had expired.

As i set course for the next system en route, i blissfully landed on a blinky Dominix Battleship on the gate. However, it was Smart-bomb fitted and because of that the fleet lost its drones, and the damage dealing blaster ships could do naught but twiddle their thumbs. Wensley wisely called the decision to disengage.

My first mistake loomed round the corner as i had spotted a blinky Taranis on the far side of the Jov' gate in Muetralle. The opposing pilot was roughly 30km off, and i was ordered to engage. Mindlessly, i activated my MWD and approached. I noticed my mistake before it even happened. "Shit! I'm gonna overshoot..." I did. The Taranis also MWD'd toward me, and we clashed within 3 seconds. I was scrammed, webbed, and screwed. No MWD, no dps available, no drones. It was only a matter of time before my brand-spanking-new Ares was twatted before my comrades could reach me.

I reflected on this outcome as i fled in my pod back toward Hevrice;

Number 1: I shouldn't have stupidly approached the way i did. The 'ranis was obviously not in a hurry, and i should have drifted somewhat to see if it would come to me. In which case i would be in control and dictate the range.

Number 2: I'm a silly-billy.

I returned to the scene a few minutes later in a Taranis, pimped and ready to go. Egrat had switched from his Retribution assault frigate to an Amarr Interceptor - a Crusader - to take over as Scout and tackler.

After much patience and fleet discipline from all, Egrat skillfully caught a Vexor in Lisbaetanne. The fleet was onto it within seconds and after carefully dispatching its drones, proceeded to devour the Gallente cruiser.

The rest of the night (or 5am in the morning for some - i'm looking at you, Jolo) went by without much of an event. Until we stumbled upon a Vindicator Battleship. It was sitting 16km off a gate when we scram'd and web'd the Beast. A few of us sat on the other side to catch him if he jumped through. The fight was exhilirating, and we managed to get the thing down to 50% armour. Then the blob came. The blob of death.

The blob of 15 Battleships which ripped through space and time to serve us a volley of fat burning doom. Many of us lost our ships, the odd pod, and our virginity. We laughed and cheered all the way home. Good times.

See: Tuskers in Frigates

The Tuskers

From one notorious pirate corp to another, The Tuskers.

I withdrew my application toward the Bastards around 5 weeks ago, for reasons entirely to do with myself and what I want, rather than anything to do with them. Long story cut short there.

Since that time, you could say I've accomplished a fair amount. I've found a truck-load of fights; won some, lost some. Forged several new friendships, some helpful contacts and above all, a new home. The journey has been pretty exhilirating and time seems to have passed slowly.

I have settled in smoothly amongst the Tuskers. Hevrice -our home System- is indeed a juicy place to be situated in, too. It's on a 0.5 border and bridges 2 other low-sec systems, which means there are quite a few pretty people who float through here. A good thing.

My new comrades are -simply put- pretty awesome. Professionalism with a touch of sugar.

I have fallen through the rabbit hole and thankfully ended up in wonderland. I am grateful to be able to call this place home.