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Tuesday - 8th Nov
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After the recent spree of Wormhole Ops the TGA has been a part of, a few of us decided to scan down a couple on our own and take a look. On this Op, I was flying with the ever vigilant Empyric and the e-war monster Rev, in a might tank Drake and feared Scorpion respectively joined by my trusty Hurricane.
After Empyric probed down a WH and had a peak inside, we aligned on the other side and waited for the jump command. Empyric gave us a readout from D-scan showing a Raven, Covertor & Osprey mining combo close by and gave us the sign to jump as he launched more probes. By the time I dropped out of the short warp drop. We had a location and were ready to go. Empyric dropped off his probe vessel and hopped in a drake rejoining us back at our jump point hitting the fleet warp after a quick scan to check the coasts. Watching the fleet warp reminded me of the flying formations I used to see planetside, the memories of groundpounding shaken from me by the sounds of propulsion powering up.
Watching the targeting overview as we landed, we had hot dropped right into the centre of the mining parties little group. The comm crackled again, Empyric calling primary on Covertor which popped just after I got a lock and fired off my 2 heavy launchers. Beautiful shockwaves of debris and shrapnel haloed out from Rev’s Cruise m issiles as they hit armour and hull but that didn’t prepare me for the implosion the Mining barge lightshow decided to put out for us, the pilot’s pod whizzing off as hull fragments tinkling against its egg shaped frame. Vibrations shuddering through the tritanium-meshed grates as my microwarpdrive activates, my ships computers sounding off the warning of 80% capacitor left. Next came the Osprey which went down very quickly to my auto cannons plus Empyric’s and Rev’s missiles.
The hull ruptured in a most spectacular fashion as we primary the lumbering Raven, Rev’s Scorpion gliding majestically round its target, jamming the crap out of it, white noise bleeding into local comms and flicking static across my targeting monitors. I shuddered, the sweat dripping down from my forehead as the cabin of my sturdy Hurricane started to heat up. Mentally scrambling around, I vented the warpdrive with a thought, the superheated gases forming a cloud in the vacuum. As I started the orbit, comms erupted as we all realised that the menacing looking raven was fitted for mining! Points went on and all hard points burst into motion, all of us circling in whirling dance of death. The Osprey pilots pod sat motionless in awe or unconsciousness and under Emyprics command I unleashed my heavy missiles with only a simple thought, punishing the foolish one for staying inside combat range before resuming my original orbit around the Raven. The battleships shield crackled and spat as debris and projectiles impacted against it, slowly diminishing as Raven’s battery drained further and armour swiftly started showing through. As the call to halt came in, myself and Rev scambling to call off our drones as some of them didn’t respond quite as quickly as hoped.. Opps.. I made a thought to look at the drone command array with my Engineer, it wasn’t the same after scraping it against the station on the ‘Canes’ maiden voyage.
The Raven sat at 3/4 structure after the errant drones were returned and as the comms channel returned to normality, Empyric had already covo’d and ransomed the target, 90mil for the ship, split 3 ways. We removed our warp scramble modules and let the battleship pilot move on his way while stroking our respective wallets. Not a bad haul for only 15mins of work

Sat at the station after paying the Corps share, I was bashing the dents out of my armour plating with my Chief Engineer, already going over amour tanking some Rupture fits…

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/Jere

Killmails - Covertor - Osprey

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The metal exterior glinted in the light of a sun thousands of light years away, casting shadows from the gun turrets that dotted his hull. Pivoting in their supports, they tracked across the expansive black in perfect syncronisation with a single thought, the process second nature. The low hum of the propulsion echo’d gently as he slowboated along, drifting silently around huge asteroids the size of the small pre-fabricated shelters, scorch marks seared across their dense shells, etched deep into the rock. The overview pinged softly; a new contact had arrived in the system.

Increasing the thrust to the left side of his booster, he glides round effortlessly, aligning to the next belt, his scanner refreshing constantly, a Caldri Caracal appearing just a few AU away.

With a single thought he punches warp, the difference in force pressing him back into the G-mesh, ambiotic fluid sloshing around him as his metal exoskeleton rumbled and shook. As quick as he jumped, he had landed, crashing forward, knocking his head on the pod shell and cursing his Head Engineer for his views of inertial dampeners. His overview lit up with his prey, the long sleek caracal locked in a fierce battle of speed with a Gurista frigate. A SOS call reaching his comms frantic and laden with static, he engages his micro-warp drive and burns towards the Caldari scum in defense of his brother.

Locking the Caracal, he slung his ship round the cruiser in a tight orbit, autocannons spitting glowing red shells of death, electric arcs spiking from the enemy ship as the projectiles reflected off its shield. A cry of anger crackled over comms as he watched the Gurista Pirate explode in a silent halo of shrapnel and dust. Giving a silent salute he increased his offensive letting off salvo upon salvo of Electromagnetic rockets into sleek cruisers shield in a complimentary combination to his autocannons, his explosive rounds finally thudding into the enemies armour as the Caracals shield buzzes and fails. A warning siren sounds, a stark contrast to the subtle beep of a new local contact, His craft was being locked. With the Gurista Pirate down, the caracal had turned its full attention to him, more warning sounding in his mind, screaming about engine pressure, the rapidly draining capacitor, the damage being inflicted on his already weak shields. The caracals assault missiles thudding into him, no matter which way he turned, threaten to shake his ship apart.

He increases his burn, orbiting faster around his target, constantly glancing at his ships damage readouts, watching his ship’s shield drop and the caracal armour slowly diminishing in a neck and neck race. As the last of his armour started to drop away, both ships started to enter structure. Pieces of metal flying off as they danced an intricate circle of destruction, both ships venting a atmosphere and liquid into the vacuum. A final siren pierced through his mind as his scream mixed with the shrieking of twisting metal and his ship and pod split apart, the rumbling of the explosion shaking him, jarring his body to the core. The target lock sounded again as he hung his head inside of his tritanium pod, There goes another stabber and the worst is yet to..

The pod ruptured catapulting his corpse into the frozen airless wastes, icicles forming over his twitching body as he felt his eyes and tongue rupture, blood pouring from his open mouth and sockets. Arcing his back he feels each blood vessel running up and down his body increasing in diameter, blood bursting through ever tiny pore in his skin, fiery pain washing over him as the lack of atmosphere and pressure crushed the life from him, leaving him twisted and broken, screaming silently, a morbid floating warning for the next adventurous pilot…..