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DeadlyBob
Minmatar
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.21 19:51:00 -
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Yarr.
So it was that in the early hours we went into the CVA infested space lanes with the intention to rescue some innocent asteroids.
My mate and I start from our fortified, impregnable home system and then venture into hostile space. Quickly in the trip we happen upon a skull wearing myrmidon sitting on a gate. My corpie does the smart thing and waits for the bloke to open up on him. I proceed to uncloak and fire upon him as well tanking the sentries.
I was fitting a Gank Harbie. My mate was flying an Ishkur
We proceed to poof the offender and make good our escape. Or so it would seem. When out of space arrive a Phoon and Cerb my non existent tank fails and I find myself waking up in a station fifty million worth of implants lighter. I laugh it off and proceed to grab my crow and head for vengeance. Meanwhile my corpmate lures some of the evildoers back closer to home and engages. I sit helplessly while he hammers a Hugin to it's doom.
We then proceed back home and rig up our Assault Frigates and go back to hostile space, our thirst for blood far from quenched.
We hop system to system, our enemies tailing us spreading the word of our approach. Soon My scanner happens upon a Retriever and a Hulk in a .2 system by themselves in a belt. My m8 is busy avoiding a gate camp and cannot assist, yet lest they be warned of their impending doom I warp in to make good on their foolishness. My rockets rip through the retriever and local EXPLODES with numbers of enemies jumping into the system. The hulk is just getting into it's armor when a sacrilege pilot warps in. I escape meeting back up with my wing man, and we book it out of system. Meanwhile CVA ships of all different variates are hounding us all the way back. Drakes, Vagabonds, Ruppies, a Crow, a Harbinger, and some others all for a pair of assault frigs. They pursue us for five systems back to our home where we exchange our ships for an Absolution and a Abaddon and prepare for battle. We wait yet they don't engage. They merely orbit at 40km for about fifteen minutes while we await whatever fleet they assemble. The idea simply being, pick a target, smash it, tank till we can dock rinse and repeat. However it was not to be... However we will be back. We always come back.
Till next time CVA. Till next time. |
Kenneth McCoy
Vale Heavy Industries
Molotov Coalition
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Posted - 2008.10.21 19:53:00 -
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wat |
Dirk Magnum
Royal Hiigaran Navy
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Posted - 2008.10.21 19:58:00 -
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Edited by: Dirk Magnum on 21/10/2008 20:00:10
CVA, eh? 
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ItchyTasty
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Posted - 2008.10.21 20:14:00 -
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You're right I should make that clear.
the Hugin was CVA
The other two kills were not CVA but were CVA friendlies.
Sorry for the confusion, I'll do my best to label them next time.
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DeadlyBob
Minmatar
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.21 20:15:00 -
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Ooops... alt post. my bad.
Neither night nor day can give me purchase. Only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
JordanParey
Minmatar
Suddenly Ninjas
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Posted - 2008.10.21 20:57:00 -
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Very nice, brother. Yarr on! 
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Prometheus Exenthal
Genos Occidere
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Posted - 2008.10.21 21:28:00 -
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GIS are truly shameful.
falcon for a frig fight 
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Isaac Starstriker
Amarr Sisterhood of Galactic Sirens
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Posted - 2008.10.22 01:27:00 -
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Edited by: Isaac Starstriker on 22/10/2008 01:28:02
Heh, you again? Didn't we tell you to leave, like what, 5 times now? You keep coming back for more lol. But hey, we don't mind. More targets for our ships.
--Isaac
ASGS is recruiting pilots! |
DeadlyBob
Minmatar
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.22 19:28:00 -
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Part Two: New Allies
It was in the afternoon of the second day of my campaign against evil that the tide turned for the worse. I had learned of the demise of two of my mates domi's due to suicidal tenancies. With that in mind I sought new avenues of attack. Prepping my trusty Harbi I went to a nearby system and negotiated with the local fleet. acquiring the help of some four or five Drakes we set out on what began as a hopeful mission of vendetta. Our fleet camped a gate, a typhoon and crow jumped in and proceeded to be engaged by drakes, the Phoon only had eyes for me and launched everything it had at me. battering my tank while my lasers burnt trails across the sky pounding it again and again while a hail of missile fire erupted all over it's hull.
The Ship exploded, it's debris floating in the void while it's brave commander warped his pod to safety.
The crow evaded our attacks and valiantly kept us pinned to the gate while in the mean time I'm sure help was in hot pursuit of our small fleet. We proceeded to jump into the system and warp to safe spots where we waited our countdown. The scanner spoke of prophecies, Domis, A rapier, the crow, ravens, and several other ships of all shapes and tendencies.
We aligned for the gate and waited, scan probes were launched, and the Domi and Rapier landed upon myself and one of my compatriots. The first instinct was to run as it seemed prudent. However my ship was aligned to the gate we had come from and there were ravens waiting there which had intercepted one of the drakes. So I tried to escape to another safe spot only to be ensnared. So began the demise of my trusty Harbinger. Hoping to do as much damage as possible realizing the futility of my situation I webbed an Ogre II and proceeded to kill it. Then I targeted the Domi and lowered it's shields only to pound against a massive hardened armor tank. (props on that I must say) Nay, it was not to be a day of deeds. The harbinger was summarily destroyed.
Yet my inclination was to refit and rejoin the battle as my fleet was still in danger. I requisitioned an Armageddon fitted to tank and made my way back to the gate. Unfortunately the ravens which had disappeared picked this moment in time to come back. I picked one of them and began firing in earnest yet could not withstand the combined hail of fire from three ravens and the same domi I had just fought.
The rapier arrives just in time to snag my pod and pop I'm home again, in my vast vaulted hanger full of ships. I undock in my Abaddon and warp to friendlies, yet here all things must end, for the fleet disbanded for lunch and wenching and a parting volley at a red flashy drake was all the more action I would see before docking to lick my wounds and build new ships.
So continues the war.
Neither night nor day can give me purchase. Only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
Avalon Solaris
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Posted - 2008.10.22 20:06:00 -
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Much more fun to read posts like this than the usual "LOLz me PwN3dzor hu1k"
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Dark Soldat
Caldari
Caldari Provisions
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Posted - 2008.10.23 13:05:00 -
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You dont learn...
Dont mess with Providence holders...
They're serious business....
go to 3kb great gank there ^-^ |
DeadlyBob
Minmatar
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.26 00:41:00 -
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Murphy's law
What ever can go wrong, given enough time, will.
This has many applications, for example the loss of a Harpy to a station camp. It is possible that the station will spit you out 6km from it. It is also possible that there will be four enemies waiting for you. It is further possible that under these sad conditions you forgot to fit a microwarpdrive. Further, send your friend in the kestrel out next time instead yes?
The days turn to ash, like so many ships rusting as shattered hulks in the echoes of empty space. My fleet engages again and again to find no prospect of victory yet resolute we repeat the mistakes of the past. New measures are needed to vouchsafe victory out of certain defeat. New allies, join the foray, and strike terror into the enemy with little care for their own survival. Hungry, virginal, eager to be whetted with the blood of countless denizens of our neighboring systems. We take them as always, eager amateurs, they do their part.
Yet it is a dark day, for the silencing of ones guns while engaged spells doom. Ravens may feast on our flesh. Yet ever on we progress despite the odds, we have our hard place, and we defend our honor.
Hope shines like a beacon in the black, bleeding isk into the coffers of criminals. Yet the delusion of victory? How to win a war that has no name, and spans no time constraints against so vast an enemy? For every ship destroyed is replaced by four and every pilot we have is outnumbered thirty to one. Simple, we do not fight a war. We kill them. Slowly, one by one when they least expect it. Our snipers uncover themselves to attack the unprotected. The women, the children, In a generation only old men will live on, and when they are gone. There will be nothing, only the void waiting to be claimed by the victors.
Our ships are numerous, our fleet is strong, our numbers grow despite the odds, how long can an addled and corpulent mass hold shape under our scalpel?
We shall see.
Neither night nor day can give me purchase. Only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
DeadlyBob
Minmatar
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.30 16:05:00 -
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Tides of Fortune:
Our pilots take a break from their labors. We rest in the comfortable bosom of feminine company. Licking our wounds, plotting revenge.
Soon we again take wing in pursuit of behemoths. Our fleet spots a lone juggernaut, floating off of a gate and attacks drawing his aggression only and Azuru and a Gank Zealot against a heavy hitting Hyperion (1k~ Alpha against the Zealot's shield) We pin him to the gate and pummel him from a distance, his drones crack and splinter showering the solar system with deadly jagged fragments. His armor tank fails leaving him at our mercy when the gate goes off leaving only the void and our disgust at departure of a foe we considered worthy, yet no longer.
We cook the Bones of our enemies to make dinner for our guests, something a little like this. (Trust me Pirates Can cook)
Sauce
8 egg yolks
1/4 cup chopped fresh parsley
1/4 cup chopped fresh basil
2 and 1/2 cups heavy whipping cream
1 cup of Parmesan cheese (Go heavy on this if you like cheese)
Wisk together in a mixing bowl
Mince 4-6 cloves garlic
Brown chicken(peppered) (in bacon grease) rough chop it after it's cooked
Cook 1 to 1.5 pounds of bacon till crispy, rough chop it after it has cooled. You can tell it's ready to chop when it fractures when you cut it and is brittle. (brown but not burnt)
3/4 cup precooked ****tail style shrimp
1 to 2 cups mushrooms (to taste)
Sautee the mushrooms and add the garlic about half way though, use a slotted spoon to pull them from the sauce pan without the juice (there will be plenty of liquid)
Cook 1 pound of your favorite pasta (I use fettichine)
In a large pot, add the pasta, then the sauce mixing with a spoon, add the mushrooms and chicken and shrimp. Mix this until the dish is warm enough to serve, then mix in the bacon (this keeps it crisp even in the sauce because it takes time for the bacon to absorb the moisture.) Serve Immediately.
Such things can be created using the spoils of piracy.
We hunt, the belts overrun with the filth of generations of callous miners enjoying what semblance of real lives they possess. We find targets, Arbitrators poorly fitted yet carrying rigs, flames spout from the ruined shell, the insurance business has many customers.
Dawn, a new day a red day, bright our spirits we Find a Navy Mega and begin the assault, it jumps the gate it was camping fleeing our system. We wait, it does not return. But Lo there enters an enemy Sacrilege dressed for battle and carrying the spoils of forays into the deep space lanes where only the hardy go. He fights well, but the combined firepower arrayed against him is impossible to deny. His ship bursts asunder showering wealth and assuring an extended stay in the pleasure wing of the nearest station for all.
Can has one unit of prostitute?
Neither night nor day can give me purchase. Only purged dust on earth can avenge the worthless. |
Kailiao
MisInterpreted Teddy Bears
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Posted - 2008.10.30 16:17:00 -
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Lol nice, well written
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KeLLaX
HUNLAR the Almighty
Scalar Federation
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Posted - 2008.10.31 03:17:00 -
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I think reading this was a waste of 5 minutes of my life, that will never come back :(((
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