Originally by: Trina Forrest

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Eyes of a Titan

H-PA:
From the moment we entered system I already made up my mind this would be like any other day on eve. I had my soda on my table sipping away as we pegged away at PL interdictors. At this point our cap fleet numbered somewhere around 120. We soon finished repairing the H-PA POS without any incident, and without any significant loss.
The short ride home:
ôClear comÆs, CLEAR COMÆS, NOWö began to resonate from my headphones as I was paying little attention while recapping getting ready to head home. Not a moment sooner than I put my can down, I hear ôred cyno up, red cyno up, friendly conventional fleet cut off from star gate by PL fleetö. It was clear in my mind already silently yelling ô****, letÆs hit themö. Not more than seconds later an order to immediately open a cyno and warp to the Y-W1Q3 gate. The idea I guessed was to wait for the conventional fleet to burn to the gate, but they were cut off. The hard decision for the FC was made next and reported on COMs.
ôCAP UP THE SUPERS NOW!ö My screen started to flash quickly, with yellow blinking lights from friendly carriers filling me with cap at an alarming rate. It wasnÆt until this point that I had faced a real combat situation in my freshly furbished titan. After months of waiting this was the moment any titan pilot waits for, dreams for, and prays to be bat phoned for. ôGET ME A CYNO ON THE RED FLEETö, and without much delay it was up. What seemed like hours to me before grid would load, and then primary came loud. T3 ships began to be doomsday, logistics were melting, and the conventional fleet was putting a pounding.

The moment I knew:
ôMassive log on of PL supers, Massive log in of PL supers, and red cyno up, red cyno upö filled my ears and instantly warmed me to the core. My first super caps fight in my titan. Pandemic Legion filled the system with 20+ titans and a handful of mother ships. Without pause, a primary was called, and I began to align with random directions in mind. Clear of bubbles I focused fire, and cycled my doomsday every time it was up.

We took a hard hit:
With one titan down already we receive word over com that a friendly titan is in trouble. Reports of shields hitting 75%, then quickly to 50%, and with lag I know in my mind this isnÆt a good sign for him. In an effort to save our comrade in arms, the FC called for all supers to provide remote rep, and all shield carriers to triage and begin repairing his shields. This delayed the inevitable future that was coming, for many minutes he held, until finally the call over com, ôdid he get outö? This gave me more drive than ever, no matter how much fuel it cost me, missiles, or even my ship its self, more PL titans were going to see their doom.

When it became a blur:
It wasnÆt long until many titans had been killed, at the point where we knew 5 were down and PL was desperately trying to remove their fleet from the field I knew I had just survived. This battle I will remember, as this is why I play eve. Epic fights, Epic wins, and to remember those who epically lost so we could all remain in our space. The total numbers arenÆt decided yet, we lost 2 titans and PL lost 7 titans and at least 1 Super carrier.
To those who died *cheers*

For those who think this was about isk it wasn't. This was about good fights, lots of lauphs, and I will remember both sides for engaging as many many alliances will not do. I have isk..... even if I lost my titan I would buy another one. You CANNOT buy memories like this, or the feelings that come with big fights.

Cheers PL, respect.

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