Cat Molina
Minmatar
Consolidated Mining Corporation
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Posted - 2008.09.21 01:17:00 -
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Edited by: Cat Molina on 21/09/2008 01:19:00
 Originally by: Reptar Dragon
BUT ARGH USE PUNCTUATION AND GRAMMAR. it's really not fun reading a wall of text.
Friendly re-write (not my story):
My buddy and I were tired of camping our station-hugging war targets; since they obviously didn't want to play we decided to find other methods of amusement. We dusted off the trusty probe launcher and... BINGO! A Caldary Navy Raven running an Angel Extravaganza mission. The hunt was on!
My Omen softly bumped my buddy's Oneiros as we approached the first gate. We devised a plan and entered the complex in search of our elusive quarry. In the first room we found only shattered wrecks. We paused only long enough to grab some of the floating loot; that would flag us to our target, and perhaps he would be foolish enough to open fire. The second room also contained only debris, as did the third. As I activated the gate for the next room, I wondered if we were too late.
In the fourth room, outnumbered but refusing to give ground, the Navy Raven slugged it out with the defending Angel forces. I slapped on the scrambler, kicked in my energy neutrilizers, and flung my Omen at the massive battleship. He turns his drones upon me. I return the favor by setting my drones on his. For a moment things looked pretty grim, and I cheered when my buddy's Oneiros dropped out of warp right above my ship.
Our prospective victim suddenly realizes he cannot face both us and the Angels; with lightning reactions he turns the CNR's missile batteries full upon the remaining Angel ships, and we can only watch helplessly as they are murdered one by one. Sadly, there was no possible way to give them aid, and I grieve for their families. Seeing the massive destructive potential of our target, my buddy starts putting some distance between him and the Raven, as I steeled myself for what must surely come next. My little Omen was about to get caught between the hammer and the anvil.
BOOM! The first volley of missiles smashes into my little ship. My friend is pouring every ounce of capacitor into the link which preserves my armor. I watch my readouts nervously; will it hold? Can I withstand this hellish onslought? I check and see that my friend is now out of range of the CNR's missile batteries, and safe. And my armor? It's holding! Our damage begins to tear through the Raven's shields... my neuts have drained his capacitor and his drones are dead. That's it! We're going to win! Knowing nothing can now save the Caldari battleship, my friend and I laugh and cheer, happy to avenge the lost Angel pilots.
And suddenly a Thorax-class cruiser drops out of warp near the Raven.
We said nothing; both wondering at his purpose. Who's side will this new player take? Will he defend the Raven or assist us? Will he try to grab the loot from the CNR's wreck before we get there? I glance at my readouts and see the Raven's armor is being slowly chewed away. When next I look up the Thorax has stolen from one of the Angel wrecks, and a lone missile from the CNR buffets her shields. "What the hell? Is the Thorax on our side?" I wonder as a cloud of Vespa ECM drones issue from the Gallente cruiser and streak towards the battleship.
And, as suddenly as it appeared, the Thorax throws itself into warp and is gone... leaving a full swarm of ECM drones behind.
For only an instant I'm puzzled as the abandoned ECM drones vanish from my overview. But things swiftly begin to fall in place when the ECM swarm suddenly reappears, this time under the control of the CNR which had scooped them. They were on me in an instant, and amid the static and interferance of their sensor disruption I looked down to see the CNR at only 20% armor. In horror I watched my scrambled systems lose the lock and the scrambler switch into passive mode. As I look up, I see our prize, no longer held, warp off into the night.
Strangest damn rescue I've ever seen.
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