Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Dude, Where’s My Harbinger?

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.)

Oh to be a fly on the wall of his captain’s quarters when he logs in next. 

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