Day 1 - Contract for probes denied. We assume they have trained up their own scanners, so we are vigilant. The walls are manned and POS's fueled. We stand at high alert, with the occasional caffeine induced twitch. We did form up a farm fleet and make roughly 600 million isk in PVE, keeping a wary eye out for hostiles on our overview.

We fear they are planning an impressive and overwhelming drop to wipe our ships from the grid like so many cockroaches. We remain alert.

We can't help it if people try to hire someone for work without doing a three minute background check on the organisation they go for ^_^

Yeah no kidding Zeus, why you have to be mean/ Why cant we be friends? Dont be a bully, you big bully who bullies.


Whiiiiich Remiiiinds meeeee.....


DAY 3 - Our will is broken. The quafe machine is empty, we're run out of long-limb roes to eat . Our POCOs lay empty, our manufacturing lines all but idle. Asteran, who normally spends more time than is healthy is Kruuls Pleasure Hub, has been resigned to fellating himself in the corner.

We're reach rock bottom I'm afraid. The hardened killer sent against us have been more effective than anyone could have ever imagined.

But, I have taken steps to resolve our problem. We understand the mercs want to kill us, so we shall let them. I asked Asteran, the pilot who initially contracted the probes and launcher, to simply contract the mercs the bookmark to our high sec entrance. In his exotic dancer deprived condition he must have misunderstood me as saying "contract them hot sex". I dont....I cant even imagine.....Well, this is what he contracted the mercs.

http://imgur.com/sMbKC04

I think its safe to say Asteran has a slightly different viewpoint of "hot sex" than most of us. I'll speak to him about that in private.....Admittedly I am scared to even raise the topic.

For the mercs though, next time round we'll get you the right contract and hopefully you can kill us quickly and we can simply get this whole mess behind us.

DAY 4 - We realize, in the end, this will only end one way. We've accepted out fate. After discussing it internally we decided the best way forward was to form one of these "fleets" we have heard about and venture forth to secure our wormhole and defend our good name!

And so we fleeted up. We headed out. What will the outcome be?........

http://i.imgur.com/rUil2ul.gif



The only assurances we have, someone will end up within the loving embrace of Bob.

http://i.imgur.com/VMOsxm3.gif

Now that true hierarchy in battlefield have been re-established... think again about bashing us and saying we can be simply avoided. Yes we can be avoided, but you must be prepared to never put a single foot in high sec with your main.

No we will not hunt you 100% of time, that would be dumb and inefficient. We are neither.. we are good mercs, we optimize our time. We hunt several groups... until we find one chance for a real fight with one of them. Up to today, very few groups tried more than 2 times (to those, mad respect).

About spending isk in a war, why to play a game if it is not to have fights? Our alliance is a big isk sink, so much that CCP shoudl thanks us for the #&!@#!&@ billiosn we make vanish from economy every week trough war dec fees.