Before I even start, allow me to present the KB report for the battle of M5-CGW:
7 Carriers, 7 Dreads, and ~35 Battleships killed, with nearly 25 billion isk lost by the Refugee Coalition.
I wasn't planning on playing at all tonight due to the fact that I had work this evening, but due to a RL family situation, I ended up having to call out. Between bits of RL buisness however, I had some time to burn so I logged into Eve at around 02:15, just time to hear that a battleship fleet was forming up and was about to leave, destination unknown. The goal for the evening hazy to us rank and file types but after the pure win that was the last fight, I figured it may be worthwhile to attend.
I headed to our staging system and shipped up in my trusty geddon before heading out to our Titan, listening on comms for orders, but the only chatter present was idle and mostly concerned with people getting their ships fit and in place. By the time I made it to the Titan, several minutes had passed and the fleet was at the ready and the chatter had dropped to a minimum, but no word was yet given. After a few quiet moments, the euros started to grumble, and the inevitable Fukung spam began in alliance chat as boredom was quickly setting in.
Finally, the FC informed us that our target wasn't materializing at present, and to stand down, but stay in fleet and on comms. I was somewhat dissapointed as I docked, and prepared to log out to devote my full attention to RL matters of a significantly less interesting nature, but as fortune would have it, the Eve gods smiled upon us and no sooner had I returned to station and gotten a drink that our FC came back on comms and told us to book it back to the Titan. Within a few minutes the call went up and we bridged... into the middle of Delvecore nowhere.
The goal was again not entirely clear, but after a bit of warping, jumping, and general shuffling, we ended up on yet another friendly Titan, and were back to the waiting game. The natives were just returning to restlessness when the FC again pops up on comms and tells us to look alive. Having flown with this Alliance for a bit now, I can usually tell by this particular individual's tone of voice weather or not it is goin down, and he definitely had an undercurrent of "its fuckin goin down" in his tone. A final tense moment of silence passed, and finally, the call went up to bridge bridge BRIDGE...
...and the next words that the FC uttered were music to my ears: "Get in here, bubble the caps!".
As we bridged in there were at least fifteen assorted Refugee carriers and dreads on the field and one Nyx supercap. Apparently these geniuses were either reffing a CHAOT POS or repping one of their own, or both (I never got a straight story and never cared to ask), and we managed to catch them with their pants down. Needless to say, Bricks were shit, assholes were puckered, as we appeared on field and started to lock up targets. The next few moments were hectic however, and due to a rather unfortunate and unclear bit of luck, the Nyx was able to escape unscathed. However, we had the rest of the dreads and carriers locked down nicely, and there was still much bloody work yet to be done.
With no resistance at all from the RC, we casually destroyed a Thanatos and a Chimera. As we were finishing up the Chimmy and were about to open up on a third carrier, hostile RC Abaddons appeared on the field and the real fight began.
Unlike the engagement two nights ago, MM definitely had a mind to try and fight to save at least some of their haplessly doomed caps, but victory was again not to be as the RC Abddons began to immediately bleed ships with no losses on our side other than tackle. As the battle continued to ratchet up, our occasional allies of convenience Black Legion. appeared on field and also joined the fray, causing our enemies to fall even faster. Our target calling was spot on, and, like last time, the RC gang couldn't hold themselves together enough to focus on the task at hand and kill things or keep themselves alive.
Though when you look at unique snowflake fits like this, it's no surprise that such simple concepts as focus fire are over their heads.
In the end, refugees died, more refugees died, and nothing of value was lost. Well, almost nothing of value...
Yeah, that's me. Pictured here I am executing a very complex maneuver of, well... yeah... pretty much dying in fire. Oh well, my geddon served me well up until now and it's sacrifice was not in vain. I have to say, the RZR Apoc wing did a much better job than the main MM Abaddon force, at least they killed a (single) battleship, so ups to them for that... I guess... lol.
The best part of all of this and the puzzling part of all of this is that RC almost certainly knew we were forming up, and went ahead and swung their carrier dicks out in the wind anyway. I mean don't get me wrong, I am damned glad they didn't do the smart thing and stow the caps, but I just can't understand some of the decisions these people make. Well, I just hope that POS they were all shooting at was worth it for them...
Good times, and well worth the loss.
-Vil
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