|We always hurt the ones we love…|
I officially have a rank in the Gallente militia now, so I guess that makes me a totally legit faction
warfare pilot. Right? Guys? Oh well…
I’m a week in to FW, and after missing fleets most of said week, I finally got in on some fun action tonight. By fun, I mean I managed lie, cheat, point, and whore my way into some 17 kills, give or take, tonight, including my first solo killmail ever. On a Condor that I’m pretty sure didn’t know I was shooting him. So that was awesome.
But the most interesting part of the evening wasn’t my first solo kill during a fleet fight. It was a particular Vexor gang that found out what happens when you linger too long in one place. A mixed group of Fidelas Constans came for spin through Black Rise and got pincered between at least two Galente FW fleets and a whole bunch of folks who showed up. It started out Innocently enough. Chatter had been coming in about some FCON Vexor fleet that was tooling around in Enaluri and thereabouts. This was met with mixed thoughts on my part, as the CFC has been sending some large battleship fleets through Black Rise, and foolhardy as I am, a lone Incursus is ill-suited to taking on a wing of much larger ships.
The fleet I was in was torn. We had been chasing a group of Squids around for a while to varying degrees of success, and weren’t sure if it was worth sending our small mixed frigate and shiny fleet up against the Vexors, which were known to be in the double digits. Impatience and word of another FDU fleet stalking the FCONs pushed us over the edge in the end.
We jumped into Enulari, got a terrible warp in, and ended up burning towards a mixed FW fleet duking it out with the FCONs. After much slowboating and warping in and out, the dust had settled, and the intoxicant-fueled Gallente fleets sorting out the wrecks hovering over the Enulari star. Villore Accords, Monkeys with Guns., Sicarius Draconis, and a lot of unaffiliated FDU celebrated the accidentally-on-purpose death of a bunch of misappropriated Vexors. I blame it on the Omen and Auguror FCONS brought. We can deal with seeing Squid ships, but adding the Amarr to the mix with all those obviously stolen Vexors was an act too far to let even Squid hunting get in the way of. They even had the temerity to bring a flight of purloined Thrashers!
I’m still failing at the very-small scale fights, but I’m starting to learn things, and not take all the damage in my face. I’m starting to look at fits and understand some of the considerations that go into them. Mostly, I’m learning to love the impromptu nature of FW roams, and the joyous risks taken in the name of finding things to shoot.
1 This wasn’t even part of the camp, just stupid luck and fast responses by our fleet, which was docking at the time.↩
2 Nothing besides the cloak? Really?↩