Basically, everything they did this week thus far was a lie, to get us to go to sleep so that they could issue a full fledged beat down.
We had a Sleipnir and Taranis off station, the usual camping duo, and had been working on fits to take them down. We had it down on paper when they both logged. We told them we were ready, but they demurred in the face of wife aggro (so they said). We took the ships out, and our one T2 pilot brought his Sleipnir out and we tried out our tactics. We were wrapping up and docking up for the night when the Taranis pilot reappeared.
She was impressed at how quickly we were adapting, and hovered just outside our range on station, so we knew she was calling in the troops. We stayed close by to see what they would bring, eyes on the gate into system. Sure enough, another Sleipnir appeared. We all docked up except our newest pilot, in his brand new Hurricane, who somehow, and I’m still not clear how, got himself aced and limped back in his pod (I *think* he had warped off and was trying to warp in at 100 to catch the Taranis, without telling us what he was doing, and arrived, unfortunately, about the same time the Sleipnir did). That blew our setup to hell and we had to go back to the drawing board, all with them doing their usual friendly but still irritating smack talk. Our new pilot (as in, less than a month old) asked if he could collect his loot. Up until now this had not been a problem with them, but suddenly it was. In addition, a Scimitar had shown up, and they were complaining it was five to three. Our corp leader, being diplomatic and contining the friendly banter we had been engaged in all week, offered to fight 3v3 if they let our rookie have his gear back. They dumped his gear just outside the dock and we took a minute to finalize our plan before we undocked in unison.
It was their Sleipnir, Scimitar, and Taranis vs. our Sleipnir, Megathron, and Prophecy. I was going to bring my Apoc, but the truth is my skill set now lets me squeeze more DPS out of the Prophecy. The strat was simple – the Sleipnir was fitted with its usual autocannon compliment – and three heavy neuters. The Mega had its usual rails – and a hold full of ECM drones. The Prophet had its usual pulse lasers – and a tracking disruptor.
It worked like a charm. The Taranis went down in a blaze of glory within 60 seconds. She got enough of the ECM drones before she popped to allow the Sleip to lock onto me and start pounding. We shifted to the Sleipnir, and his shields started dropping fast. My Prophecy was in armor, but he was so locked down that he wasnt able to shoot at me again. And thats when all hell broke loose.
An Ishkur undocked from the station, flown by one of their pilots, who apparently had docked it there beforehand when none of us were on, and he was waiting in a neutral alt for the signal. He crapped all over the ECM drones in no time flat, and the double cross was on in force. I called my brother out but their wasnt much the Rifter could do other than draw fire. With the ECM off, the Sleipnir started pounding me again and I didn’t last long. I docked up in a hurry, not certain how far the double cross was going to go (we had refrained from podding during the war by mutual agreement). I was pissed as hell though, and the Apoc was undocking 30 seconds later, about the same time a T2 fitted Thorax from their corp joined the fray. We pounded the Ishkur down, but we knew it was a lost cause and decided to bail. The Mega went down finally and I couldnt quite finish off the Ishkur before I died. I tried to warp off, because we apparently had either confused or damaged their only remaining tackle device, but somehow I had drifted into the station itself, and battleships do not unstick easily. I tried to dock but I was scrammed and webbed and for some reason, when I hit the docking button it gave me the “your being squeezed out, it will be another 30 seconds before you can dock again” – (thats twice now this week and EVE glitch cost me a ship). It didn’t take long for my pod to go.
Just when we thought that maybe theiy weren’t griefers after all, just a corp that liked PvP, they taught us another invaluable lesson. I’d warn you off, but even putting their name here would be too good for them. Local chat was…difficult. With griefers, if you complain too much, they get off on it, and then we get another week of war dec status. If you say nothing, they get pissed, and you get another week of war dec status. So we tried to be proud and gracious and not too sore about it. But it was hard.
There were some bright spots though. When I undocked the Apoc, I became the new primary, and so our corp leader’s Sleipnir managed to escape. And both my ships were insured. Don’t get me wrong though, it hurt.
My Apoc, Dead by Sunrise, was fully rigged, and no insurance payout will cover that. And since I don’t have a JC, there went my +3 implants, all five of them. But, we fought hard, and we did the best we could with what we had, and we made sure they understood that, because that will probably be the only thing that keeps us from getting griefed again.
The good thing about EVE though, is that unlike other PvP games I’ve played – trying to “be a hero” does have its rewards. I didn’t have to undock with my pride and joy, and I was the only guy who lost two ships and got podded. I went all in and laid it all out there for my corpmates, and they are saying thank you – the corp leader is building me a new Prophecy in return for saving his beloved command ship, and my buddy is giving me a spare set of +3’s that he had acquired from storyline missions, since he has a JC and uses +4’s these days in his non combat clone.
I’m still not sure what to make of the evening though, both tactically and just in terms of my feelings. Alot of that may have to do with the fact that I laid it all out in another sense too – I’ve only had three and half hours of sleep. So perspective may not be soon in coming, at least not until I get a chance to sack out. On the bright side, I don’t really need to log in the next two nights until the war dec is (hopefully) over. ‘Cuz I don’t really have any more ships to lose!