Our FC last night, SigmaPi, got wind of a particularly juicy looking neutral tech 3 cruiser and decided to give chase with the fleet. He didn't tell us what we were chasing until we were a significant number of jumps away from our usual warzone.
We rarely leave our militia warzone, and many of the people in our fleet have objected in the past to shooting neutrals. It brought tears of joy to my eyes as to how much they've been corrupted over the last few months. Like a band of thirsty, baying blood hounds, we leroyed through to Caldari space at breakneck speeds, and I didn't really care what we were chasing -- it was exhilarating.
There were no bubbles. We weren't worried about hostile gangs or traps. We didn't really care.
We chased him seventeen jumps -- an unheard of chase for Late Night, whu usually tends to roam around the same 5-6 systems. We frequently thought he'd run to a station, or tun into highsec, where we could not follow.
He was always at our finger tips--just leaving system, just on the next gate. He knew we were in hot pursuit and he kept running.
Perhaps he was an explorer, his hull and cargo full of riches. Perhaps he was a pvper and was leading us into his own gang--far into his territory. Perhaps he was terrified and didn't know what to do, so kept running as fast as he could. Perhaps he was actually oblivious to us and would make a mistake and get caught.
Needless to say, the drool ran thick.
Sixteen jumps out, he made an unexpected move -- making a beeline for the null-sec gate instead of continuing into highsec. Those at the lead of the pack followed in full pursuit, fully realizing that the other side could hold anything -- bubbles, gangs, titans. Who knows, in null-sec?
Instead, we were met with an even greater surprise. Our fox had sprouted wings and flown away, laughing down at our furry mass of eager, snapping jaws.
He cloaked, and we groaned that we had been pursuing a cloaky tech 3 all this time. A cloaky tech 3 who for his own amusement had refrained from cloaking this entire time, always making us think we were about to have the advantage on him.
All along laughing at us.
Excellently played troll, sir.