Tuesday 25th October
I’m just getting home from work, parking the car and I can hear Slack pings coming through to my phone, simply saying “Caps to kill”. Casual dunk I assume, so I grab a drink while my PC boots. I should have got two and a snack as there was nothing casual about what was to follow.
Get on comms and logged in and ask Baltrom what he needs, but it looks like I’m too late and they are just cleaning up after triggering a bait Chimera into dropping to which they countered by bridging Bhaalgorns and a single FAX, they were just waiting on the Triage cycle to end to come home. I get into my own Bhaal when things start to kick off, SGGRN are spotted in local and I’m rushing to get my scout into Sisede. As their Nemesis lands and opens a cyno I can see in warp to their fortizar that they have caps undocked via d-scan, the guys on grid pop it quickly but not before a single FAX (I forget which) jumps through.
This has been boiling for a couple of weeks now, we’re itching to fight them but this is way outside our EUTZ prime and they are already formed, we’ve got a handful of guys in subcaps. SGGRN want an easy dunk.
Baltrom isn’t going to give them one.
Things are happening fast now, in just a few seconds I’m posting d-scans of their fleet of Machs, Triage, Dreads and a few carriers. We’re logging in our capital alts and rage pings are going out to get everyone we can. Their FAX opens its cyno and they pour through, immediately joined by Panic Attack, FETID and The Hell Legion dropping in from Metropolis. Cowardly moves and blue donuts just make us more determined to succeed. We cyno in our first wave of caps and add to the Bhaalgorns, we’re outnumbered on both fronts and I bridge through into a huge clusterfuck of dreads and triage.
The first stage is a dread brawl, we start trading. One of their Naglfars for one of ours, they lose another and one of ours follows. Then it’s 2 for 1 in our favor, then 3 for 1 of ours, then 5 and a Ninazu in the time it takes them to take down one of our Revs. We’ve won that battle, their dreads are all dead and we’re into killing FAX, they keep bringing more into the fight, but we’re replacing the dreads lost and have them pinned. Their Machs are dragging out the grid a little, but we’re on a roll neuting out those that are close to us and now only trading Bhaals and fighters for in-triage capitals. Holy ■■■■ this is great!
As the SGGRN machs pull range on us they’re staggering the FAX drops, dragging us farther from our initial drop of triage and dreads, we start to slowly work our way through them and then disaster strikes. Baltrom disconnects.
It takes a second a register but we quickly pick it up, Morvinn and Hydro0 are calling cap and sub-cap primaries respectively and I’m the anchor and we continue our plow through them, the close by FAX are cleared and we’re into carriers now, the Bhaal webs holding them down so our Revs, with their excellent projection can take them down. The whole grid is a mess of cap wrecks, abandoned drones and fighters but we keep pushing through them losing a couple of battleships occasionally for each carrier, and they’re losing a lot.
Our triage wing by now are screaming, they’re low or out of stront and cap charges and I’ve taken the subcaps outside their rep range, I turn us around but we’re still losing Bhaals, we need a fresh FAX to drop on us in our new position, now.
It’s not forthcoming, but as our last Bhaals die off and I’m called primary, our Lord and Savior the mighty Baltrom returns. His voice is a strange mixture of the soothing voice of an angel mixed with the rasp of an angry SS-Oberführer, he’s the glue that holds us together and he’s quickly getting up to date on the situation and reorganising his men. I rush my pod back to base, taking care to avoid smartbombs on the way. As I land on grid at our Fortizar, the guys have already re-shipped into Macherials and are ready to bridge.
I ■■■■■■■ love these guys, every.last.one.of.them.
We’re back on grid with our capitals, many of which are low on just about every resource that keeps them running, there modules burnt as far as their pilots can push them. Carriers are out of fighters and now just neuting platforms, but we can’t be stopped and they’re re-positioning where they can to get back into the fight. We need to secure the grid to save them and there are more triage to kill, and we do it. The SGGRN/S4UCE/FETID coalition are broken and leave the grid as their Machs start to fall. They leave system with a final, parting gesture of petty bitterness, popping the many captial wrecks they left on the field to deny us our hard earned loot as we babysit our last immobilised caps. Pirates don’t forget actions like this, we’ll want what we’re due.
Outnumbered, out of prime-time but never outclassed; SWEG are victorious. Over an hour and a half we took out all the caps they could throw at us until they either run out of ships or courage. And from looking at their lengthy blue lists and failed coalitions they have little of the latter.
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