Originally by: Aria Kasalovich

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And here we are again, my fellow emoragers and big, fat hairy slobs. Another one of those heroic stories. Youre probably saying ôOh crap its this snotty guy againö but behold, an interesting tale will unveil.

First of all, text pointers so you dont get lost:

They = Hydra
We = Assisted Genocide

Victory!

As I was roaming Empire due to wars in my trusted typhoon, I noticed that the corp mailbox was getting overflown with ôXYZ surrenders to AG...ö meaning a lot of the nooby corps from our current enemy HYDRA were running for their lives as we were advancing to claim their women, riches and homes.

Well, on todays occasion, we were lucky enough to find ourselves a small but rather nasty gang from Genos. It was an even fight. Unfortunately, they all docked up and waited. Well, we decided to take the same approach and went 2 jumps out to avoid eyes and stuff. Our ships ready, our pilots greedy for more blood and loot. We had a decent fleet up and we intended to use it. The only weak spot was some drunken bhaalgorn pilot we left behind as bait.

The trap was set, the prey unaware of what was about to happen to them. We waited and waited and just as most of our guys have put their hands in their pants and started stroking from boredom, the pilots left behind screamed:

ôThey are undocking, we are getting blobbed!ö

As soon as we dropped into the target system, we grabbed what we could and **** commenced. We started off with the grinding, but our voice comms were interrupted by our bhaal pilot who was screaming and cursing and yelling and sweating as his 22b bhaalgorn was hitting structure. My pebbles shrank, voice went silent, we were about to lose our most praised corp asset. The fight was going bad, hostiles outnumbered us and neutrals close to them were repping and boosting them so we could not do much.

Just as a corpie dropped and started to recite a verse of ôHail Aria...ö from the holy book, a miracle occurred. Out of nowhere, our reppers appeared on the field. The bhaalgorn, still hanging onto his structure by the tips of his fingers, was thanking the almighty for this noble rescue. As soon as his meltdown was brought to a halt, our eyes, red and lusting for vengeance, turned on our enemy. Spooked by what they witnessed, they started to turn back.

We did not let them run.

We roped some of them, the lucky ones escaped.

We slaughtered.

The rest is really not worth the mention.

Aria Kasalovich 1 : 0 HYDRA Reloaded

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