Entry: two hundred eighty-five.
Yesterday I logged in to the sound of boredom.
Some corpmates, Aelith, Moph, and Riddick, in particular, were rather bored. So bored in fact was Aelith that he was actually considering just going to work.
We really need to war-dec someone. I have no idea why it hasn't happened yet. I got my yellow skull before the week was out, and I'm doing my best to not wreak some violence on some poor soul, or even some of those pirates I enjoy reading about so much, just for the thrill of combat. Fighting them probably means them wreaking it on me, but that's how it goes.
I announced that I was planning to go roam low-sec. My plan? Act like a newbie, rat, hopefully get someone to aggress me so that I can attack them without losing anymore security, and generally have a good time or die trying.
With a plan like that, it couldn't go anywhere but wrong.
Aelith, Moph, and Riddick joined me. After putting together our crap fleet of two Rifters, one Merlin probably Rail/Missile fit, and my Thrasher, we jumped into Hagilur.
Unfortunately for us, we did more ratting than actual killing by one hundred percent, which is to say, zero killing, because no one would aggress us, despite the nine other people in local. In fact, no one so much as warped near us.
We repeated this trend for a few more systems before deciding that null sec was a better opportunity.
We arrived in EOA-ZC, and the whole trip we saw practically no one in local. Entry into that first null sec system was the same. It was nice to see two warp bubbles leading to the gate from any celestial body though, as we hoped to take advantage of it later. Until such a time however, I flew off grid and made a safe spot for various reasons, one of which was to avoid flying into the bubbles in an attempt to get out.
After that, since there was no one in local, and we all needed to make some headway into sec status in case of pirating in Ebodold again, we went ratting, and encountered some belt rats, one of which was a Guristas Obliterator.
"Dude, they're going to chew us apart!" groaned Riddick.
Thankfully, I had a bit of null sec ratting experience in small ships and knew that this would not be the case. We proceeded to obliterate the Obliterator, with me cawing at the end, "Hey, I thought he was supposed to Obliterate us!"
A hurricane popped on local. We made our way to the gate, but are confused because the pilot, Vile Plague, is blue to us. After a minute, he makes up our mind for us and locks us.
At this point we should have run. If someone aggresses you on the gate, it can't go well for you. Then again, we were there for bloodshed, his or ours, and blue or not, it was going down right there.
I would like to say that it all went well from there, that we smacked him hard. It's really the reverse though. Hobogoblin II's literally tore Aelith's Rifter apart while I downed two or three of those nasty little buggers, and during this a Falcon piloted by his alt, also named Vile Plague, jammed out Riddick and Moph completely. An Ishkur who was also blue apparently jumped in, but I don't think it participated in the fight as it didn't show on any killmails.
Aelith imitated the big bang, and I played follow the leader maybe fifteen seconds after that. I'm pretty sure Moph went out in a blaze of glory, and Riddick was the only one to get away with his ship intact, which, incidentally, was my ship, since I traded it to him at Hek so that he need not lose his more expensive Hurricane.
We all got away, all but Riddick in pods since he was flying the loaner Rifter. Even though we got owned, we still had a much better time than we would have running missions, plexes, or mining.
Computer: terminate recording.
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