What a weekend...

Horray, for the first time in seemingly ages I was able to take most of the weekend off and actually get some playtime!

I logged in when I got from home and was able to head on over to some fertile hunting grounds in a support role, giving two buddies a hand in a scimi, evening the odds a bit and scoring a few kills while they were at it.  The back to TXW once that fun died down, or blobbed up as the case may be.  Tiwa was about to head to bed when he noticed a blip of people in Espigore, 2 jumps into lowsec from TXW, a Rooks and Kings Carrier doing a Level 5 or something like that...  anyways,

A general call for help was put out and of course we responded in force, nothing like a cap kill to bring out the troops.  We guessed RandK were trying to bait in our caps, the joke being on RandK since we didn't need any caps to kill that carrier.  Well and their Falcon was a bit slow on the draw/cyno drop...  They showed up in Vestouve in force as we headed home, a couple of carriers and BS, I had already passed them, but they were unable to land a tackle on any of us and we made it back to TXW safely.

So after nerding up before the wife got home, I took time to welcome her come and have some dinner and then rejoined comms to see I had just missed the friday night blob fleet, shield BC's.  Damn it, had to catch up in a Dramiel arriving just before the first big fight of the night...  Props to the peeps in NM- (Valor Empire) for undocking to face us.  Our gang comp was a bit better than theirs, as can be the case when a roaming, pre-planned fleet faces up against a hasty home defense fleet, the fight was very fun, the best of the night!

I had to keep mobile, but I had my dram properly fit, that is dual prop, and was able to avoid being tackle and killed when diving through their undock to land tackle, DPS etc...  Never even had to use my MWD, as an aside; Dramiel's are just stupid fast.

We had our first major disappointment of the night when our fleet of about 20 landed opposite another, similar fleet of about 20.  They refused engagement because "they were there to hunt TEST, and would happily join us in a fight aginst TEST."  I was pretty "disappoint" at that point because our fleets were similar with the exception that they held a bit of the EWAR advantage and we had 4 suddenly Tempests in our fleet augmenting our BC DPS (and Usagi's Tengu).  I think we would have steamrolled them as well and that might be part of my frustration but I just wanted to fight.

FORTUNATELY FOR US, TEST came to the rescue and was more than willing to send in the drunk-gang!  Not that we used the other gang's help, we managed their drunk fleet handily.  Masses of t1 frigates littered my screen as we jumped through, with a smattering of t1 cruisers.  It ended, well, predictably. I think a TESTie put it best when he said something like It's a good thing we had to pull off, clearly we were too good for you.

After that we just made best speed for TXW.  All that in just one night of playing Eve, man I missed this game.

Saturday I logged in and headed down to Stacmon since our alliance is pretty dead during my early morning, jumping in my bits and pieces shield rupture I headed out to lowsec and made it a whole 1 jump out of Stacmon before the ROOS decided to try to kill me with a gatecamp.  Thankfully their Devoter missed me by something like 4 meters and I was able to make the gate in low structure to jump back into Stacmon.

Angry and happy to have targets I swaped out to an Abaddon and was warping into the Ostingele gate when another of my Alliance mates said hello and we joined forces to wipe out the evil ROOS!  It didn't go great, but my two losses were easily recouped by the single kill we managed, a pimpy Devoter.  Around then I roamed around a bit more, trying to find something else to kill in lowsec before logging off to start my actual weekend at home.  I came on a bit later but ended up going out and drinking with the wife and her hot friends, so who can blame me!

Sunday I came online mid-afternoon and found time to try to get some kills with Rixx over close to our neighbors, but they wouldn't play even though ALMOST got a drake at the undock.  His friends were too scared to even agress us, except him and this one Apoc with really long ranged Mega Pulse II's that could only hit my curse when I wasn't dampening him, or more accurately when I missed the damps, hey I was at 100km alright!  So judgy!

A little later on a couple FA guys were trying to corner a Drake in NG- their two turned into 13, and they failed to get anyone though they did trap myself and the Drake in NG- while they sat on the TXW gate...

Once a response fleet was formed we did a little gate shifting, our fleet ending up on the TXW gate with them on the TXW gate in NG-.  The hunters had become the hunted.  They made the valiant charge into us, but to no avail, we held the field and managed to catch most of those who lived as they tried to escape to 5-F.

After that I decided that I had better log off BEFORE I did something horribly stupid and thus ended my weekend on a high note.

Well....

I was in the process of writing a weekend in review for me but instead we got another fight in TXW...  Fights > Words.

So instead I recommended you immediately go download and watch
There be dragons

Big download but worth the wait, a solid 30 minutes of fights in there.  Great small fight pvp movie.  Music is chosen well imho, but I like the classical stuff sometimes.  Good concept for 2 person gangs, very well executed.

Weekend in review sometime this week!

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Rise of a Rebel Part 3

Previous entries Part 1 Part 2


Liberty: One of Imagination's most precious possessions.  
~Ambrose Bierce


Part 3


The casino shuddered under yet another impact, throwing Logan to the ground again.  The only thing on his mind was making it to a barely space-worthy cargo container, stumbling down the passageway to storage as the casino hummed with the mournful song of destruction.  A lack of food and sleep made each step harder, the last few months of living a slave on this casino slowly pulling from his strength.  The adrenaline kept him upright, warring with exhaustion combined with the dull thuds and tremors running through the small station from decompression and explosions kept threatening to push Logan to his knee's.


It was the thought of freedom that kept him moving towards perceived safety.  A few weeks prior a massive cargo container had been pressed into one of the cargo bay's.  It was pried open by the slaves assigned to the casino and contents used to resupply the casino.  Ever since then the slaves had taken out various other supplies, moving them into the always near empty cargo rooms in the Casino.  A single hatch had been left open for access, propped open by a simple mop handle.


Now that container represented their only way to escape, slaves weren't given escape pods, too expendable.  The slaves knew it and had all made plans to run for there if ever needed.  Things came into more clarity when security had been bolstered suddenly, a nasty man named Kruul stopping by for a visit they said.


Logan stumbled again, slamming his knee to the ground, the deck jumping, tossing him off his feat.  Strings of groans and the twangy snap of metal breaking filled the air.  The entry to the cargo bay was just ahead, the door hanging casually open taunting him as blood ran from his nose.


Limping steps carried him into the bay, another dark form in a room full.  The lighting was mostly out, only flickering emergency lights showing the doors and parts of the deck around the giant shape of the cargo container.  Rozor stood at the entry to the container, the small door propped open with a long wooden handle.  Nobody else was in sight.


Logan drew closer to Rozor, noting the gash running down his arm, both of them stopping under the smallish door, long enough for another explosion to rock the casino, neatly sever the wooden pole holding the door open, slamming them both into the cargo container, their heads leaving neatly paired dents in the smooth metal of the container.  


It didn't take long for them to regain consciousness the way the container was being slammed side to side by explosions, hefted from the remnants of the casino like so much trash.  The cargo container's small power supply kicked online, some unused supplies jostling around, held in check by bright yellow cargo straps.

The silence of the container was broken by a pair of soft groans, just inside one of the service entries to the overlarge container.  Limited lighting spread tight cones of light across the empty space.  One light highlighted the bodies of the two men, haggard janitorial coveralls hanging off their bodies.  A long jagged cut bled down one's forearm, ugly red blood trickling from the wound, down the mans black skin,  pooling to the side of his arm.  The other struggled to his feet, using a long wooden mop handle to help him stand.

"Did you see anyone else?  Once the attack started, I just ran here."  Rozor nodded his head, sitting up from the deck of the container, checking the gash on his injured arm gingerly.  The wound didn't seem deep, just ragged.  Logan looked at his arm, then back to Rozor's face.  "What happened?"


Rozor removed his shirt and wrapped it around his arm, looking back over to Logan.  "Ran into security, they were headed in the opposite direction, spared the time to throw me against the wall, or maybe it was just the explosions.  I caught a glimpse of Klolf but he was being pushed along by that bastard Thomas towards the escape pods."  Tears slid down Rozor's face slowly, wiped hastily away by his fist. "There wasn't anything I could do, like a coward I just hid around the corner as he was pushed by...  I hope they make it..."  His eyes went distant as the container shuddered again, silence settling over the container.


Logan walked to the hatch they had come through, fumbling to check the seal of the door, looking at the small dents where the door had slammed them both inside and shaking his head, walking back to Rozor.  "I guess we just wait?"  Rozor nodded, sliding with his back to one of the bundles of supplies, shoulders slumped.  "Rescue, death or enslavement, take your pick.  Any is a better option than that place was."  He left the rest unsaid.  In roughly two hours the container would run out of power and turn into just another piece of space garbage.


Logan slid down to the floor, back to crates of carbon, plenty of time to reflect on everything.