AUTHENTICATING…LOADING BULK DATA…GETTING CHARACTERS INFO…ENTERING GAME AS AFANDI…
I wake up from the cryo-slumber and yeah! – over 40 people in local. This means that there could be miners to have fun with. Fun for me, not for them. Scan, scan, scan…whoa! – 3 Retrievers and 1 Hulk and 3 jetcans. Nice.
I jump into my faithful Nemesis, undock, cloak and warp to 70 km in the belt. The thought “My god, it’s full of miners!” is in my mind as I bookmark the jetcans’ locations. Warp back to the station and the Nemesis transforms into my battle-hardened Tristan, as I look sadly at my Shaguar. It’s such a nice ship and the name fits so nicely. He shagged a Drake once, I was so proud. Unfortunately, he’s too scary for most miners, they usually run at the sight of him. So, the Tristan it is. It’s a very underestimated ship, and while the Incursus does a bit more damage, the Tristan offers more survivability and a bit of omni-damage, if you really want to.
So, I undock, the flame jets of the engines blink and there I’m, just in time. One of the Retriever pilots changed into a Mammoth and the BM-ed jetcan is being pulled away by it. Not on my watch. I start to pursue the jetcan and manage to steal from it, although half of the can’s content is put into the Mammoth cargo hold. Still, now I’m red to them, so I wait patiently for their response. The Mammoth warps away to a station, which is out of d-scan range, and so does the Hulk. I wait a bit more, align to a safe-spot and start hitting the d-scan button. Nope, nope, nope, Chuck Testa, nope, Caracal. Finally, some challenge and I know this is the Hulk pilot, because of the naming pattern of the Caracal. Still, I’m 18km off my original position and there is no way I’m giving the cruiser such distance to pound me. I warp away as the Caracal lands and then warp back, to my original position, landing less than 2km from the cruiser. That’s more like it.
He yellow-boxes me and we start to exchange pleasantries and I’m surprised that I take more than the expected damage. At this point the Retrievers target me and set their Hobgoblin Is at me. Crap. What to do, what to do…The Caracal is almost at 3/4 of it’s shields so I foolishly decide to concentrate my firepower onto him (In the voice of General Veers: “Targeting with maximum firepower!”) and overload the guns. As his shields fail and he gets into armor, I’m displeased to see that half of my armor is almost gone. Damn. It’s too late to kill the drones. As I overload the guns more, the armor alarm beeps I decide to disengage. The Caracal is almost in hull and had I popped the drones, we’d been dead soon. As I try not to get too easy to shoot while aligning to s safe-spot I reach hull, alarms are everywhere, my poor Tristan is almost gone (manly tear!), but finally the engines blink and I’m away, trailing a plume of smoke and fire. After a minute I dock and repair and jump into a Myrmidon, but the miners are not that stupid and they have left. Only the Mammoth pilot sits there, having no aggro to me. Oh, well, some cherries you pop, some you don’t.
The moral of the story – pop your drones regularly and always wear clean underwear. Afandi, out.