The simplest task…

5 10 2008

Too much time in space can wear down even the sharpest of minds. The constant monitoring of the space lanes, the threats that lurk aruond every corner, the battles and the ever watching eye on the scanners that announce enemy is inbound.

Eventualy the minds weakness shows. One such occation was the other night. Lying in my room looking at the steel walls I can see it from a more humorous perspective.

Once again I had been surveying the surrounding system of TDE. I investigated reports on hosile activity next to 020, in the 6YC system making sure that the fleet that were assembling was safe.

Every thing seemed to be going smooth untill the FC called for a cyno field in MGAM.

I quickly launched into a run for MGAM in order to put up a field.

As I spurred toward the destination reports started tickling in that TRI was one the move with a medium size fleet and most likely inbound for the MGAM system.

I arrived well a head of the TRI gang and in my haste I bought a beat up Merlin. The mechanics of the station looked very very wierd at me when I ordered it loaded up with Ozone and a cyno generator.

I promtly undocked and the last thing I heard as I headed out was the local docking communication ending with “…there wont be enough…”, I shrug it aside as whatever the little people in the docking areas thinks is of no consequence to a pod pilot.

I set off for the POS as the first of the TRI fleet entered the solar system. Thinking they were in for quite a surprise I activated the cyno field module… nothing. I willed it to activate and again… nothing.

A communication flashed up from the fleetcommander asking what in space I was doing and why I was not broardcasting a jump beacon.

That was when it hit me that I had never really trained the art of cyno fields to a large degree so the consumption of Ozone was huge when I tried to open it.

With hostiles now reported at the station I realised the hopeless situtaion. Our fleet was stuck in our home system, the hostiles free to roam and I was to blame.

I called up the regional maret interface and saw that next door there was a ship of desired design that could hold the amount of Ozone need to open the field.

I was sure the hostiles would have scouts on the gates but desided that since I had created such a mess it would be perfectly ok to loose a small ship and my clone. I made a quick dash to the next door system and back again to the POS without incident. Cursing my lack of attention all the way forth and back.

As I arrived back at the POS another more competent pilot opened a cyno field and our fleet jumped in. I was devastated.

While the fleet formed up and some still were jumping in a sole Sabre class Interdictor belonging to INZi showed up and was quickly killed.

The interdictors aligned for the station as well as the battleships with my insignificant ship in trail.

Carriers were undocked and were jammed at once, interdictor warp to the station and was shortly followed by the battleships. I warped in with the interdictor and ordered my ship pulled in by the docking crew.

I was promtly transfered to my Megathron battleship but could feel the moro from the hangar crew.

As I undocked from the hangar I entered battle at once.

The battle that followed must have been as frutrating to the enmy as it were to us. The TRI gang warped back and forth while activating their microwardrives making it hard to kill individual targets as they slipped in and out of range.

On their part our supperior remote repairing of the battleships kept our fleet alive as the enemy could not bring enough damage on any single ships for a longer period of time without risking their own ships.

Besides their fleet was outnumbered and outgunned so I was impressed they kept at it for som long as well as trying to begin with.

One of our ship had wandered off a bit and TRI was not slow to explot it and rammed their ships at full speed into our comrade. Their ships took massive damage to the structural integrity doing this and some exploded on impact with the metal beast piloted by Splagada.

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The result was a loss for TRI but I can only assume they knew what they walked into.

As for myself I now have investigated the nature of cynofields and will not make the mistake again.

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Carving a piece of space

22 06 2008

The push forward has payed off. The initial stage of securing the systems of BWF, IOO and BND was achived very fast and mainly done by the Goon Fleet, It was shortly followed by the assault on P-E9, L-TOFR, 4D9 and Q-TBHW which is currently being secured. DAI has turned up as well and we greet our comrades in arms.

We have had quite a few roamings, some more event full than others. Basicly we are hunting a prey that just want get out of dodge town. Eddz have had command over some of the roaming gangs and its always good to be yelled at. As wing men I had Krisz2 and Clevinger who also happened to fly the Deimos class assault ship.

Ultra Violence (CEO of DAC) was in his malediction and was supported by Cyberchick in her Zealot and last but not the least we had a Sir Hood in his taranis.

We were largely ineffective in catching any prey but that was more due to lack of aforementioned prey. Smashkill and some other corps they have harbored in their midst are moving out and going about it as carefull as possible. Really can’t blame them.

I personally was still hooked up on the Gallentean girl. They sure eat up a lot of time these females. Frequent trips to Jita prevented much action in the small roaming gangs.

While sleeping in my quarters my neocom buzzer went off. The slow pulsing red ligt on the remote PDA told me I had an incomming transmission waiting. Only way to read the message was to go down to the ship hangar and hook up via POD interface so the communication would be delivered securely.

I was not happy to leave my quarters but a secure line message was not to be ignored.

Hooking up and running diagnostics in my Sabre a map unfolded before my inner view. I recoqnized it at once as the Geminate region. A bit put off by calling me out like that for a Geminate operation I sourly read through the message from Eddz.

The first thing that sprung to my eye was the call for Dreads. The heavy Dreadnought class has never been something KIA specialized in. But here it was as the called for main stay of the fleet. I was sure we were to help the Goons take out remaining towers in some system as rumor would have it that there is a titan cooking in one of them.

My eyes almost poped out when the target and objective of the operation became apparent. To secure a new 0.0 home for KIA and DAI. I flipped quickly back to the map again to confirm the new constelation that we were to call ours.

We were to set off friday and attack the system of TDE. It was to be a KIA operation with light Goon support.

Once again the KIA titan was to spearhead the operation and the support battleships would be bridged in. Expected resistance would be small to none.

Always feels like a rush when being bridged in and you can almost cut through the anticipation of the fleet.

The system of TDE has a sickning greenish color that the sun projects without mercy. In time I shall learn to like it but landing in such a foul system almost makes one vomit. The dreads went to work without much of incidents.

We are now Geminate-Day +2 into the operation and Smash are still evacing as much as they can. Large bubbles are deployed on the gates and while the Dreads continue to do their part we sit in our battleships which are now reduced to support.

Ive run support gate duty most of the moring along side a Tempest class ship flow by Rudina of DAC and on the gate itself we had Ombre in his crow interceptor.

We put slugs of large ammunition into whatever comes by and have extra ships standing by in the event that we get an actual fight. The main effort is put into reinforcing towers and taking those down that come out of reinforcement. Smash dont even use the specialized gunners for their towers.

The Smash evacuation is no longer organized as small groups of individual pilots try to get their meagre belongings out. Every now and then they manage to form up a convoy and get a few ships out. But at best they are stuck in O2O 2 jumps away as the space lanes are constanly patrolled all the way to BWF.

The day is not over yet and more will loose their belongings as they strugle to get out.