● Full name of the flagship: Do Not Mistake My Smile And Affectation For Outward Calm And Repose As Denial Of The Tendency For Occassional Mischief And High Velocity Ultraviolence When The Exigent Notions Of Rage And Joy Demand Revelry In Destruction
● Nickname: shotgun 7 (SCC Registry)
● Class: Kestrel
● Age: Used since February YC 115
● Homedock: Nonni 3 - M1 Kaalakiota HQ
● Builder: Some guy selling it in Jita 4-4
● Status: Retired
● Souls on board: None
● Purpose: Memento Mori
● Reasons for flagship designation: It felt apt at the time
● Favorite moments:
It was one of the first Kestrel hulls built according to the “Shotgun Kestrel” design and doctrine in line with discussions and talks with Desiderya Tuulinen during the early days of Pyre Falcon Defence and Security in requiring a cheap, easy to use and effective frigate class line ship to use against the prevailing atron swarm doctrines used by the FDU at the time while still in the State Protectorate in the early months of YC 115.
Given the initial name of, “shotgun 7” out of a batch of 10 prefit hulls she has managed to survive almost 4 years of constant use in warzones from Black Rise, Placid, Essence, Metropolis, The Bleak Lands, Devoid, and Heimatar.
While the other Kestrels from that initial batch are now long gone, “shotgun 7” has somehow managed to survive all these years. From the early days in Ienakkamon, using it in small five man gangs, to the sieges of Heydieles where it fought outnumbered against the FDU, to the lonely days in Tasti when we first explored Evati and Lasleinur as forward deployment zones, to living in Egghelende along with Shalee Lianne and In Exile, and all the way to the long months of harvesting TLF killmails this one little Kestrel has managed to stay with me during my tenures with PY-RE.
I have had too many moments with it, too many battles fought integrated with its hull, but always it has somehow managed to survive them all over the years. Even sometimes warping out of an engagement after having managed to slingshot out of a tacklers range with the barest sliver of hull left, with nothing but broken modules and twisted armour plates venting superheated plasma it has been repaired over and over again to fight its next battle when it was required to.
One day I just decided to retire it because losing all the memories contained within its hull would have just felt like a loss greater than a cheap frigate should incur.
So I retired it with the few killmarks it managed to score when they were introduced in Nonni, and it is still there and will always be there just as it always has been for me:
So while there exists many Kestrels out there, that Kestrel is mine for it carries with it for me the meaning and beauty to be found not just in memory and nostalgia, but also in a tool well worn in having fulfilled its purpose.