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Into the Abyss

Posted in Journals with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 08/03/2011 by Jaykay

Most of the agencies Warriors and Horde Chiefs were already gathered in the dark briefing room at Vard Six Kin Development Studio Station when I arrived. The Matari Tribal War Chief and CEO of the T.R.I.A.D corporation, Det Resprox was hunched over the holo table pointing at various star systems, his hard facial features accentuated by the blue glow from the map projection. Reamorph, a Matari Horde Chief, known for his unquestionable loyalty to the cause, stood on the other side of the table with his arms crossed, a serious stern look on his face, listening to Det. “Ah Jae” Det said turning to face me, “Thought you were not going to join us”. “Sorry I’m late, had some problems with pirates on the Amamake gate” I said, quickly taking my seat near the back of the room, nodding at my fellow corp mates as I went. Truth of the matter was I’d woken up in Dodixie Fed Navy station literally 20 minutes ago and had to race my way across 8 jumps in a shuttle, not wanting to appear unprofessional I thought it best to tell a little white lie, there were pirates on the gate after all. Thinnish and Nasty1, two more Horde Chiefs both took their places with Reamorph to the side as Det moved to the center of the room. “I’ll keep this short as our brothers from the Tribal Liberation Force will need our help in Auga in a few hours.” With his hands now clasped behind his back he seemed to look at every one of us in turn. “As you all know, more and more Amarrian fighters are being put against the Republic and it is time for us to strike back and hit them where those warriors are born!” His raised voice echoed off the metal walls and ensured everyone’s full attention. “We need to mount a strike into the Amarrian home worlds itself – into the very heart guarded by the Amarrian Navy and to tear down all those we see as a threat to the Minmatar Republic!” A shout of agreement rose from everyone around me as Det turned and pressed a button on the holo table’s console, which projected a map of the Domain region into the air above it, at its center highlighted in red, the Amarr system.

Nasty1 then took a step forward, a courageous looking woman that is known and feared across the militias and who holds substantial kill statistics to warrant those fears. “After extensive testing we have what we believe to be a near perfect Wolf Assault Frigate setup, concentrating on high agility and ranged high alpha strike damage, it should wreak havoc in Highsec. I’ll be issuing the ship fit for your Neocoms after the briefing.” Reamorph then took the floor “This will not be your usual Lowsec stuff ladies and gents, our tactics will be much more precise, no room for error” he said as he paced the room in a militaristic fashion. “The Navy are nasty bastards, they appear in seconds and you will be in a whole world of hurt if you don’t pick your targets. You get in, stay aligned, out of scram range, kill and get out! I’ll be taking a squad up there in a few days to start decorating the killboard with the Amarrian emblem and show you all which systems the scumbags use as trade routes and mining hubs. So, are there any questions?” Spar raised his hand, an aggressive looking individual, his red Mohawk matching the colour of his pro-Minmatar t-shirt. “Yes Mr Multendor?” Spar shuffled in his seat slightly then said “Will the speed at which we have to get in and out mean I won’t have time to pick up corpses for my collection?” The room erupted with hearty laughter, “Not unless you want me to come along after and scoop your corpse up to give back to you?!” cried Nitro DSP, a good friend of Spar who was sat next to him. Spar’s middle finger slowly rose from his fist, a smirk appeared on his face and the room laughed again. “Right people dismissed, give them hell!!” roared Det and with that everyone in the room left their seats and made their way out, just leaving the Chiefs milling around the star map.

Spar Multendor

Two days later a small squad of four T.R.I.A.D members, Continue reading

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Battle Report – Assault Frigate Fleet 21/2

Posted in Battle Report with tags , , , , , , , , , on 22/02/2011 by Jaykay

Our small Assault/Faction frigate gang rallied in the system of Frestorn with the intention of patrolling the pipe of systems through to Dal, using our usual hit and run tactics to avoid the inevitable Amarrian “blob” fleets that are often sent to overwhelm us with numbers. However, we then got reliable intel that one of the notorious Amarrian Fleet Commanders had left the region, so in the hope of picking off small fleets flying around like headless miniature slaver hounds, we headed back to Auga.

As our fleet numbers increased and now consisted of multiple elite frigates and inteceptors, a few cruisers, a battlecruiser and a Falcon ECM ship, we spread out around the numerous stargates in the system and scout pilots jumped through to provide us with intel on enemy movement in the neighbouring systems. The first kill of the day was a curious one. A lone Caldarian pilot flying a Federation Navy Comet was reported to have jumped through the Amamake gate, so the fleet mobilised and waited for him to uncloak. Instead of using the Comet’s high manoeuvrability and trying to make it back to the gate, the pilot decided to open fire on one of our interceptor ships. Knowing that this action would deny him access to the stargate for a period of time, six of us swarmed over him and his ship melted in a hail of miniature explosions that irrupted over his hull within seconds (see here). Reports then came in over the comms that a Retribution assault frigate piloted by another Caldarian had entered Auga from Dal, had managed to speed his way back to gate and successfully jumped, he was greeted by auto cannon fire and missiles from one of our Cyclone battle cruisers on the other side. An Amarrian stealth bomber then entered the system via the gate my squad was orbiting and due to the skill and speed of two interceptor pilots, was pinned down before he could even activate his cloaking device. My overview computer barely registered a ship being in space before it was replaced by a pod, then by a frozen corpse. Much to the whole fleet’s annoyance an enemy Harbinger battlecruiser then managed to evade multiple war scrambling attempts on either side of the stargate, presuming the ship was warp core stabilised to counter the effects of our modules, a method often adopted my industrial ships to elude pirates, we reluctantly let him go.

My Jaguar approaching a gate

A string of victories then ensued for our fleet.   Continue reading