Many of you have probably already read all about the Band of Magnus (BoM) eviction that took place last weekend. I'll go ahead and add my 2 cents as a HRDKX line member. You can see our main FC's AAR at reddit and news coverage at EVE News 24 and The Mittani (really great tears in the comments of both articles).
Our bosses had explained why we were evicting BoM, a Slovak and Czech outfit, but I wasn't particularly interested in the whys. I don't usually require justification for shooting shit - this is a shooty spaceship game, after all. My only concern was BoM wouldn't fight for their system and that I was going to seed my main into a WH for the weekend and just F1 structures.
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The RvB Ganked NPSI community has been in operation for 150 roams, and its anniversary fleet coincided perfectly with an Iwantisk event culminating with a titan death in lowsec. Mangala Solaris declared that the fleet would be using the Golden Fleet battleship doctrine, comprised primarily of apocs and navy apocs supported by geddons, vindis, and bhaals. The Golden Fleet is expensive, but extremely durable, and the long neut range of the geddons makes pointing and brawling very dangerous for its opponents. Spectre Fleet came along with a remote rep-heavy pantheon carrier contingent.
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| How frig holes work for most ships |
Some days in EVE you just have one of those days. In a good way. You log on, find a bunch of cool shit, asplode some people, and maybe not even die. On this particular day I found a pinata, killed two carriers, some BSs, and a marauder, and I survived everything. Maybe for you that's not a big deal, but I was quite tickled about it.
I spent my first few days in Thera just observing and trying not to die, with mixed results. Pizza, Goons, UHURT, Camel, and many others have been flitting around from station to station, killing with reckless abandon, bless their hearts. Despite the carnage and the camps, a respectable market has flourished in the system, although docking and undocking to trade in these goods can be perilous. A few Theran-focused corps and communities have begun to spring up, and I decided to jump into some pubfleets to see what they were up to. The first one was a bomber gang with a terribad FC whose name I can't remember, and I ditched them quickly. The second one was led by a much more knowledgeable and less risk-averse Ukrainian named Shtuka, who happens to be the CEO of Revenge of the Liquidators, which until very recently was part of the Marmite highsec merc outfit. (On an unrelated note, the CEO of Marmite, Tora Bushido, is running for CSM 10 on a "safer highsec" platform. Please do not vote for him. Highsec is plenty safe enough as it is.)
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| Look at this piece of crap |
Work has been naggy this week, but I managed to sneak out of Thera for a few hours to run with RvB. This week's roam was Gods of War, a collection of hurricanes, faction canes, and sleipnirs. I hadn't flown in a GoW before (or sat in a sleipnir for that matter), but it works best when the high alpha and long range of projectile BCs combine to volley targets off the field before their logi can land reps. The cycle time of the guns is rather slow, so the GoWs have only one, maybe two volleys before the reps land and the target needs to be changed. Because of this, the battlecruisers have no prop mods and in this regard the composition is not completely unlike line infantry of the 18th century. Opposing forces would stand up tall and just shoot each other until one side couldn't shoot anymore - no moving around, no flanking, no special tricks. The fleet was led by Apex Aubaris, after organizer Rebecca Neresh apparently flaked at the last minute.
It's been months since I've flown with RvB Ganked, and they're one of my favorite pubfleets. This weekend's roam was called The Last Joust, as the enyo assault frig is supposed to lose its jousty thing with Rhea this week (even though in this video preview, the new enyo still has an antenna thing on it).
Today I jumped into the largest Spectre fleet I've ever seen - at least 230 pilots. We headed towards CT8K-0 to help the Phoebe Freeport Republic defend their station against the Russians. The Freeport is a collection of pilots who banded together after the Phoebe update in November and started taking sov. One of the most significant changes to EVE with Phoebe was the nerfing of jump distances. This was done by reducing base range and adding a new mechanic called fatigue that hinders cap ships that want to make successive jumps. After these changes, the nascent Freeport community wagered that some systems on the edge of space would be easy to conquer and occupy, as their owners wouldn't be interested in the hassle of defending them.
I haven't been too active in EVE lately, as it's the fall and I have a lot of RL shit during the fall. But I do log in every now and then and putz around a bit. Last night I was creeping around, scanning and not talking on TS like usual, when a call went out for a tackled carrier in null (where else would it be tackled I guess). I hustled back to grab an interceptor, then changed my mind enroute and switched to an ishtar. We had enough tackle, but not enough dps. So we all zip out to some shithole in the Drone Regions, with about an hour on the clock before downtime.
The other day we were just during our normal thing; creeping around null and harassing the residents there. We were near a Bovril mining hub in Catch and were trying very hard to get a fight out of BRAVE by molesting their miners, who all seemed to be bait-fit. Eventually we succeeded in this endeavor and were engaged on a gate by a much larger BRAVE gang. Unable to fight toe-to-toe, we did our best to peel off trigger-happy pilots from the main group and take them down one by one. We were successful at this and blew up a lot of cheap atrons and such, with the most expensive ship we caught probably being a ferox. They continued to escalate until we could no longer feasibly remain on grid, and so we departed. Inexplicably, one of their barges immediately resumed mining in the same system, and we briefly returned to asplode him.
The first few days of my first week in Hard Knocks were very eventful. The next few didn't have quite the same breakneck pace (for me anyways - the corp as a whole stayed extremely busy).
NOTE: The dates may be borked, as I am nocturnal and therefore look at days and nights a bit differently than normal people.
NOTE: The dates may be borked, as I am nocturnal and therefore look at days and nights a bit differently than normal people.
Today I logged on for what I thought would be a nice relaxing null roam. As I was gently caressing my shiny new Keres and putting my headset on, I heard the familiar "Carrier tackled in null". Unsure of how many inties we had on field, and not really having anything more useful anyways, I grabbed my trusty mal and zipped out to the target system along with a few other tacklers. As I was moving, I heard one of the scouts mention that a second carrier was in warp to the site. Oh goody! I thought. Two quick carrier smashes before the roam.
Since closing down my last wormhole, I've been looking for a larger w-space corp to fly with. I've mostly been with very small, inactive corps over the last few years, and I wanted something with more content available. I spent a few weeks in highsec (I know), absentmindedly carebearing in between public fleets like Spectre, RvB Ganked, and the Tuskers.
My acceptance into Hard Knocks Inc. (HRDKX) happened to coincide perfectly with a 4-day weekend, so I finally had some time to actually play EVE instead of just logging in to skill between work marathons. And play I did. The content train that is HRDKX was chugging at full speed all weekend, and I logged on as much as I could to take advantage of the action.
NOTE: The dates may be borked, as I am nocturnal and therefore look at days and nights a bit differently than normal people.
My acceptance into Hard Knocks Inc. (HRDKX) happened to coincide perfectly with a 4-day weekend, so I finally had some time to actually play EVE instead of just logging in to skill between work marathons. And play I did. The content train that is HRDKX was chugging at full speed all weekend, and I logged on as much as I could to take advantage of the action.
NOTE: The dates may be borked, as I am nocturnal and therefore look at days and nights a bit differently than normal people.
A few hours after we went up against SSC, I was exploring the WH chain with my new corpies in Hard Knocks. There were a lot of wormholes and not a huge amount of explorers, so we were just slowly kind of making our way down the pipe, looking for whatever content we could find that was tucked away in the nooks and crannies of w-space. All was quiet until someone said, excitedly, "Orca is yoloing a C3!"
It's been two and a half weeks since Haras, but who cares. Better late than never. RvB Ganked 118 was described, innocently enough, as the rare two-part public roam: the first segment would be the fleet's entry into the Battle of Haras, and the second segment would be an arranged fight with militia forces at a plex.
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| EWAR |
I generally don't pvp in lowsec because I love my sec status. Well, I mean I'm not in love with it, but I also don't like being blasted like a criminal whenever I enter highsec. I know, such carebear snobbery. I am ashamed of myself.
BUT I found a link to the Tuskers' public roam forums somewhere and, being very pubfleety lately, decided to give it a go. I had only heard of the Tuskers in passing, but they are apparently a rather successful lowsec pirating group with a taste for solo and small-gang pvp, led by super pirate captain Suleiman Shouaa. The particular roam that I signed up for was a Sacrilege gang. I guess sacs (and guardian logi) are the ship du jour of lowsec? My sac skills aren't bad, but I decided to go with a Celestis instead because who doesn't like to be dick ewar.
BUT I found a link to the Tuskers' public roam forums somewhere and, being very pubfleety lately, decided to give it a go. I had only heard of the Tuskers in passing, but they are apparently a rather successful lowsec pirating group with a taste for solo and small-gang pvp, led by super pirate captain Suleiman Shouaa. The particular roam that I signed up for was a Sacrilege gang. I guess sacs (and guardian logi) are the ship du jour of lowsec? My sac skills aren't bad, but I decided to go with a Celestis instead because who doesn't like to be dick ewar.
Lately I've been jumping into an unhealthy number of public fleets, often Spectre but also RvB Ganked, Aussie roams like MATE, Redemption Road, and more recently the Tuskers. I am a pubfleet whore in addition to being an unrepentant killmail whore. A few days ago I was near Amarr and decided to x up for a Spectre gnosis fleet led by Apex Aubaris. Having never actually flown a gnosis, I was intrigued. I'd only killed one before, and it was a fail exploration setup (also a provi pilot lol). Who explores in a battlecruiser? In that pilot's defense, the Gnosis does align almost like a cruiser. The fleet was headed to Providence as usual, where my crew had attempted to make friends recently, but had since abandoned that idea in favor of the elusive gudfight.
The Spectre gnoses were the brainchild of Apex and fitted with the brand new medium microjump drives, which work identically to large MJDs. When the shit hits the fan, you asplode anyone scramming you, then spool up the MJD and moonwalk away from bubbles and warp disruptors. We had 25 of those and no logi, so we could apply super dps, moonwalk individual pilots out when they got redboxed, and not have to worry about our logis getting primaried. Well, that's the idea. If you're terribad, you still die.
As one of the few HAM pilots, and also having little self-preservation instinct, I volunteered to be one of two bait gnoses to entice enemies to aggress me in front of our main fleet. I jumped into Y-M and straight into a small gatecamp. Sure enough the campers took the bait, and a coercer, caracal, and gila were quickly toasted. Interesting drone sniper fit on the gila.
The rest of the camp scattered and we started moving through provi, with me at 59% armor and no reps cuz yolo. We didn't see much on our little safari until a half hour later when a +1 inty reported a cyno on a station, being lit by a vexor. "What the hell," the FC said. "Bait, go in and rattle the hornet's nest." As soon as the other bait and I jumped in, the scout reported a new ship on the undock - a Thanatos. "GO GO GO," the FC shouted. I landed and scrammed the thanny and plugged my magic missiles into the vexor. Because there were only two of us gnoses (and two inties with loldps), plus provi intel channel fail, the thanny inexplicably decided to put his CAPITAL SHIP on the line to get aggress by repping a CRUISER. Then the rest of the fleet came in and they were totally fucked. The vexor went down first of course, followed by his pod (wtf vexor fit btw - you'll drop isk on faction tank and drones, but no rigs?). A heroically misguided Thorax undocked to gallantly defend his bros and was callously rewarded with an asplosion and pod express.
With the potatoes out of the way, we could focus on the meat. Apex called the thanny primary and the lazarz and guns and missiles piled on. The shields evaporated and we expected a mega tank to kick in and make us wait while the thanny dropped aggress and docked. What really happened is that the armor started dropping nearly as quickly as the shields. Shocked FC started shouting "OVERHEAT BATCHEZ!!" and the carrier went down, scarcely a minute after his friends. All quite puzzled, we started inspecting the wreck and absentmindedly volleyed a naked vexor that undocked (yep, that's the cyno pilot - his intentions with the second vexor are unclear). Not only did the thanny have no tank, it was carrying a full complement of drones, not to mention its exploration setup in the fleet hangars. 2.5b gone, to save a Vexor.
Giddy after our cap dunk, we started looking for trouble again and soon caught a TEST legion derping around at a gate. We can only speculate on his activities because of that fit (he was solo, with zero points). Now in HERO space, we began to attract attention from nearby gangs, including a decent Ishtar fleet with logi. We decided to remove ourselves from the area before we welped our slow BCs. We lost a few of them on the way out but managed to pick up some stragglers, including a navy vexor and one of the Ishtars. Our final kill in null was a n00by lil slasher, and we felt so bad after melting a 3-day old pilot that we sent him like 30m.
It was there that I dropped fleet to move towards another fleet, which in retrospect was a foolishly impatient move. The bulk of the fleet stayed together to make it back to Amarr safely, and along the way they somehow caught a wonderful redeemer kill. So jelly.
Keep up the good work Spectrebros; +1 would fleet again. Also much love to Sherpard2 for bringing reps and being a lifesaving field medic.
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| The proper way to fly with an MJD |
As one of the few HAM pilots, and also having little self-preservation instinct, I volunteered to be one of two bait gnoses to entice enemies to aggress me in front of our main fleet. I jumped into Y-M and straight into a small gatecamp. Sure enough the campers took the bait, and a coercer, caracal, and gila were quickly toasted. Interesting drone sniper fit on the gila.
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| What my gnosis looked like after the first fight |
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| This is approximately how the FC responded |
Giddy after our cap dunk, we started looking for trouble again and soon caught a TEST legion derping around at a gate. We can only speculate on his activities because of that fit (he was solo, with zero points). Now in HERO space, we began to attract attention from nearby gangs, including a decent Ishtar fleet with logi. We decided to remove ourselves from the area before we welped our slow BCs. We lost a few of them on the way out but managed to pick up some stragglers, including a navy vexor and one of the Ishtars. Our final kill in null was a n00by lil slasher, and we felt so bad after melting a 3-day old pilot that we sent him like 30m.
It was there that I dropped fleet to move towards another fleet, which in retrospect was a foolishly impatient move. The bulk of the fleet stayed together to make it back to Amarr safely, and along the way they somehow caught a wonderful redeemer kill. So jelly.
Keep up the good work Spectrebros; +1 would fleet again. Also much love to Sherpard2 for bringing reps and being a lifesaving field medic.
Since early 2011 I have led a half-dozen or so wormhole crews, all within the Virtue of Selfishness (VoS). My first one was Anthem, a 5/3 red giant, and from there I "graduated" into 5/5 and eventually 6/5 space. All of these crews were mostly carebearish, as that is the kind of pilot that Taggart attracts. After leaving Taggart in late 2012, I headed up the People's Capitalist Liberation Front (CAPLF), with the express purpose of creating alliance content while leaving Taggart HR intact.
After returning to EVE in January 2014 after a long and refreshing hiatus, my most recent expedition with CAPLF was a class 2 with class 5 and null statics. After carebearing it up in my last few wormholes, I decided to get a bit more pewpewy with this one. Naraka (J221337, so leet) was its name, the Hindu concept of hell (this is w-space come on, we need a spergy faux-edgy name right??). Recruiting was surprisingly not horribly horrible at first, and I collected quite a few n00bs and old friends alike. Sadly, the momentum could not continue, and a few weeks ago I closed the doors on Naraka.
It has been my most successfully killingest wormhole to date, although that's hardly notable considering the pitiful state of my killboard before moving in. We had a lot of fun in there, including a carrier theft, a horribly executed awox, leading an impromptu Provifleet, poppin n00bs, and more. Several of the pilots are friends now and may join me wherever I end up next.
What's next? I haven't decided yet.
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| Our plan in a nutshell |
It has been my most successfully killingest wormhole to date, although that's hardly notable considering the pitiful state of my killboard before moving in. We had a lot of fun in there, including a carrier theft, a horribly executed awox, leading an impromptu Provifleet, poppin n00bs, and more. Several of the pilots are friends now and may join me wherever I end up next.
What's next? I haven't decided yet.
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