And we used 10 Smartbombing, ECM Burst Jamming Abaddons to pull out the Isk War Win
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“And now, as then, it is not fear that grips him, only restlessness.
A heightened sense of things.
The vacuum of space, coolly, kissing the shields around his Command Abaddon.
Rogue drones cawing, complaining, even as they feast on the thousands of ill-fated dead.
The steady breathing of the 70 at his back, ready to die for him without a moment’s pause.
Everyone of them ready, to die.”
It’s 19:00, Saturday the 23rd, YC123.
With the industrial might of Jita 4-4 at his back, Spectre Fleet FC ‘Astrocytoma’ begins forming his “Imperial Supremacy” doctrine.
The Augoror Navy Issue, a stout Amarrian Cruiser forged in the flames of rebellion, is his spear.
The Guardian, pride of the Imperial Crown, unwavering and stalwart in it’s abilities, his shield.
The Abaddon class Battleship, a celestial tool of destruction, the sand in his pocket.
Being a Saturday GANKED Fleet, the numbers quickly surpass 50 capsuleers within the first minute of forming. As we continue to form-up over the next 15 minutes the numbers swell to a hearty 70 pilots, chomping at the bit;
Whether it’s ISK, The Experience or Pure Blood Lust that’s brought them to Spectre this day, one thing is clear;The Soldiers are Ready.
With the formup coming to a close, Astro keys up on comms:
“Spectres! Ready your nanite and eat your boosters, for tonight, we dine in LXQ2-T!”
The steely eyed pilots respond in thunderous chorus:
“AhhHooo, AhhHooo, AhhHooo”
The 70 strong battle formation undocks from it’s rally station within the solar system of Airaken, and sets it’s destination to the Pandemic Horde home system of LXQ2-T.
The systems leading us from our High-Security rally system are barren. The looming threat of the Pandemic Capital Umbrella has scorched this earth and left nary a soul to impede our progress.
It’s during our travels that Astro begins to explain his intentions and what he expects of his soldiers.
“Capsuleers! Once we enter LXQ2, and we will enter LXQ2, you will immediately align to the Encounter Surveillance System!“
“We will set up within their ESS. We will open their Reserve Bank and we will fight until there is nothing left to fight!”
“This is where we will hold them! This is where we fight! This is where THEY DIE!
“AhhHooo, AhhHooo, AhhHooo”
follows his words as the battle formation blasts through the Bubblefuck that is the Paala entry gate into LXQ2-T and enters warp towards their chosen battlefield; The Encounter Surveillance System Bank Grid.
Within the 75km enforcement grid of the ESS, the Spectre Fleet begins it’s deployment.
Astro begins by setting up his chosen.
The Ten chosen capsuleers, flying in their Abaddons, have known since they stepped foot on their bridge; this fleet will be unlike any other.
For when they stepped foot on the bridge of these Abaddons, there were no weapons.
No, these Abaddons had a higher purpose.
“Abaddon capsuleers will anchor on Astro. You will follow my orders and only my orders!”
“Augoror Navy Issue capsuleers will anchor on Samara. You will follow his orders and only his orders!”
“Logistics capsuleers, you will anchor on Anemone! You will follow his orders and only his orders!”
Desperate cries from Spectre Scouts pierce the communications channels:
“CHECKCHECK; HORDE HAS PINGED FOR A FEROX RESPONSE, THEY’RE AMASSING ON THEIR KEEPSTAR!!!”
Samara responds, with a grin that you can’t help but feel through his radio transmission:
“EARN THESE HULLS, DUDES”
Astro keys up with a stoic message;
“Remember this day, Capsuleers, for it will be yours for all time!”
At this very moment in time, the odds have been clearly laid on the table.
LXQ2-T local has been steadily climbing since Spectre’s entrance.
What started as 100 Horde pilots has skyrocketed past the meager fleet of 70 Spectre Capsuleers; as it climbs north of 250 pilots, and comes to a final rest of 270 Pilots.
“CHECKCHECK; AT LEAST 70 FEROX ARE HEADING YOUR WAY NOW, BUT THEY’RE STILL FORMING; EXPECTATION IS AT LEAST ANOTHER 100+ Hordelings!”
The enemy outnumber us a paltry 2.5 to 1; good odds for any Spectre pilot.
Horde takes the acceleration gate into the ESS, utterly unaware of their ill-fated mistake.
Never underestimate the power of sand in your pocket.
The chants of the Horde pilots pierces the silence:
“SPECTRE! LAY YOUR WEAPONS DOWN!”
Astro bellows back:
“HORDE!!! COME AND TAKE THEM!!!”
Samara keys up;
“GIVE THEM NOTHING! BUT TAKE FROM THEM EVERYTHING!!!”
The battle ensues.