Last night consisted mostly of harassing low-sec scrubs, and
ganking various things throughout the evening. Why the stiletto allowed my cane
to catch him, I do not know. He melted fast.
A couple corpies went GCC on a hauler who appeared to be
auto piloting. When he returned to his computer, he started raging in local
about how it was almost ‘10mil’ we stole from him, yadda yadda yadda. People
being surprised at getting killed in this game after doing really dumb
stuff…never fails to amaze me. Autopiloting a hauler full of tech 1 frigates
through pirate infested low-sec is not very bright.
Speaking of raging in local, early in the evening a
particular war target was being a little cheeky. I chose to ignore him, having
more personal constraint than some of my corpmates. (They told the hauler pilot
to bring tech 2 and faction frigs next time, as well as a few other choice
words of wisdom.)
This pilot was apparently also none too bright either. A corpmate
and I happened to scan down his harbinger near a gate a few hours later. It was
easy to do since his name was plastered on it. We were bemused though, by the
fact that he didn’t appear to be in system, or even online for that matter. Yay
for hostiles logging in space with aggression. My corpmate (who is well known
for his ninja probing of doom) easily probed down the harbinger and we made
short work of it. Of course, the pod emergency warped immediately, but was also
easily probed down. (Yes, we did. We’re evil like that.)
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