Monday, October 22, 2012
Cannot Fight Without Griffin
What started out as a simple plan to check out the enemy setup inside a plex, became something far more devious.
I logged my Amarr alt on last night, for the sole purpose of warping into an enemy fleet to survey the landscape. It was not entirely necessary, and was probably more inspired by the boredom of having been heavily outnumbered for the past two hours than anything else.
Her catalyst is not particularly impressive. It sports a variety of mixed guns I found kicking around, and not much of anything in the lows or mids. Long ago, I used her to bash an Amarrian I-HUB or two.
I warped into the plex and landed in a pile of Amarr and Caldari destroyers. The Caldari quickly locked me up, and a member of PIE (an Amarrian role-playing corporation) convoed me to warn me not to shoot the Caldari.
“They’re friendly.” He said. “They are helping us, so please don’t shoot them.”
I assured him that I was just here to help.
Meanwhile, I was informing my actual fleet that they appeared to be in standard destroyers, with one griffin about 70K away from the warp-in, running the button. They had a few more than we did, judging from our own numbers x’ing up with what they could bring.
“The griffin might be a problem.” Our FC said. But we were more than ready to fight at this point, it being the first time we were able to even closely match their numbers.
“Susan…does your alt have guns on her ship?” I understood what he was asking before he explained it.
“Oh, that’s evil…but I’ll do it.” The griffin pilot was Caldari, so I would not have to worry about losing Amarr standings.
I started the slow burn (without an MWD) up to the button where the Griffin was running down the button.
“Okay…let’s do this.”
“Everyone align down the gate, and then on the count of three, we go.”
The friendly fleet cascaded into the plex, and at that moment I let loose on the griffin with my Amarr alt, smashing through part of his shield before he even had time to react. (I was trying very hard not to succumb to a fit of giggles as I was doing so.)
The griffin’s reaction was quick. Instead of attempting to jam me, he high-tailed it out of there, and his fleet quickly followed.
Good fights are fun, and always desired. But taking Kourmonen? That’s war. And…all’s fair, after all.