A few nights ago I had my first foray into faction warfare. I spent a few days moving ships and assets out of Caldari space to new high sec mothball hangar in Gallente space, bought and contracted a bunch of ships to my new low sec home, and while waiting for the bulk of my supplies to arrive, I hopped into a few ships and took the not-so friendly stars of Black Rise.
The first thing that happened was this. I warped around Nennamaila for a while and ended up in a small complex, I think that’s what it was, and starting orbiting the structure with a timer. That seemed like the logical thing to do, right? Shortly thereafter, my new friend warped in. He had an Atron, I had a Incursus, I figured why not? Cut to a rather long chase, with me cycling between webs and reps, struggling to keep the Atron in range after my poor drone had turned to space dust. I’d gotten him to structure, and had a solid scram on him, but this was taking forever! My Gallente militia mate happend into the room at that point, and a few more shots from his Condor tipped the tide. Queue me saying “First PVP kill EVAR!” in local, gfs all around, and a sense of accomplishment.
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| “I found a target! Oh, never mind, I’ll be back once I find a new ship…” |
Then we come to this. A pile of hostiles pop into local, but not militia war targets. Ok, I’ll keep orbiting my button. Probably some people passing through, as had been going on all night. I see a warning in local from a militia mate, then TEST said hello. I get a little overwhelmed, and fail to warp out fast enough because I’m a nub with poor combat navigation skills, lose the poor Incursus (She was so damn happy after that last fight!), then lose my pod. Good news: I just created a new clone, and put in much cheaper implants. Bad news: I need to redefine cheap, and I learned my medical clone’s home was in Caldari space. Good call, me. A ship worth 10m isk, implants worth about 46m, and my clone itself, which is now worth about 43m. Yeouch. I need to learn not to lose my pod!
And last, I can’t post, because the KM was never put up on the boards, but I lost an Algos to two Harpies because of stupid. I thought the Condor with me was warping in, saw the “Don’t” in local, realized I had no point to keep the Harpies off me and let those sexy drones do damage, and poof. Got my pod out this time though! Most of this I realized in hindsight. The lesson is always make sure your fellow pilots are planning on engaging. After that I was out of ships and adrenaline for the night, although it seems my hero antics proceeded to escalate a small brawl that had the good fights going all around local a few minutes later. So I’ll take that as a victory, and stop flying destroyers for a while.
All in all, a very fun night. I just waiting on the rest of my ships to get in, and then MOAR FIGHTINGS!
PS – Shoutout to Alamar Caledane, for being all friendly my first night out. And the title of the blog, he helpfully told me, will get me killed. Yep. That’s the joke, if you didn’t get it.