Random Posts from Auga

So, I hadn’t been in pod for ages.  But I have some time from the planetside duties I’ve found myself swamped with, though I know there aren’t a lot of Amarr around.

So, the guys are camping in Huola.  I join them, and for a long while essentially nothing happens. We did catch one pirate Gila, but things were so quiet even stalwart HUANG xia Koshua couldn’t help but shoot a pilot not set to red, reassuring me that this guy and his crew certainly deserved their fate—as Urik said, what business did he have in Huola, eh?  However, I chose not to engage.

Getting bored, I scouted nearby gates and shot an Amarr pilot who was idling in a shuttle—nearly got his pod too, only module lag saved him.  Reading militia chat, I noted that the Heretics were lively in Ammamake, so I organized a small group of BCs to head that way.

The ‘tics had their stupid Orca/Proteus camp going.  I got the fight started and managed to pull them away from the Orca, and lasted until the cavalry arrived.  In a roughly even BC-cruiser skirmish we bested them and took down two hurricanes.

Calling a retreat, I brought our small fleet back to Vard gate.  It was at this point that Penguin68 began to repeatedly ‘xxx’ in fleet chat.  Had I known he was drunk as a skunk, I might not have called a warp to him, but sadly I did.

He had a tornado well tackled, but they were both racing around and we landed well off them.  Penguin then went down as the tornado hit low structure and it escaped.  Then some poor bystander showed up in a Rupture and was promptly blown up by the blood crazed militia (again I didn’t shoot the guy).  As they were distracted by the squirrel,  I chased Hahbahdahishboo’s ‘cane around and caught it, and called for a warp to me, but was too busy to keep watching local scan… and then the ‘tic battleship blob landed on us.  What, a Scorp, Hyp, ‘geddon and ‘phoon all for my little ‘ole Drake?

The result was predictable—besides Penguin’s Cynabal, we lost my Drake and also Kiki’s Oracle.  I feel less bad about that.  I don’t really trust most Amarr turncoats—Galdornae and Susan being the major exceptions.  At least I tanked like a champ allowing most of the other guys to escape.

Only afterwards did Penguin admit he was cross-eyed drunk.  No wonder he wasn’t on voice, he probably would have been incoherent.