There was not a lot that could be done to make Morpork a worse place. A direct hit by a meteorite, for example, would count as gentrification.
-- (Terry Pratchett, Pyramids)
Luck... Is a curious thing, sometimes the defining factor in a successful hunt, or embarrassing loss.
I'm sitting in my hangar, trying to figure out a fitting for a Worm frigate when an associate starts yelling on comms
"THANATOS UNDOCKED FROM GUS STATION, FUCKING HELL HE'S WARPED IN THE DIRECTION OF THE STAR"
Excitement almost getting the better of me, I calm myself and ask her nicely to follow him
"WARPING AT 100 CLICKS"
I quickly board a Bhaalgorn named Ghetto, I would need a few of its abilities for this.
"THANATOS OFF SCAN"
Bugger must have cloaked because he still appeared on the local register.
"DROPPING PRO... FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK THAT'S A BIG SHIP"
By chance, my friend in her tiny Cheetah Covops decloaks the monstrous Thanatos.
"GET HERE QUICK"
Alright woman, calm down, stop shouting, I'm... On... The... Way!
Ghetto undocks from the station and I set warp as I enter the black, I land a few clicks off the Thanatos and proceed the basics of tackling.
Warp Disruptor... Check
Dual Web... Check
Energy Neutralisers... Check
Everything now in place and the Thanatos locked down, I start to make arrangements for escalated negotiations.
The Thanatos has me locked up and dispatches a group of fighters in my direction, Keira is busy getting ready to deploy as I start making some calls to like minded individuals who may be interested in a nice sit down with the Thanatos pilot.
I hit armour as Keira undocks the NovaKane Incorporated flagship, an Archon carrier named ArKane and initiates warp to my position. Gang is forming, slowly at first but then invites start flying as the locals come out to party.
Keira lands with my Bhaalgorn almost at 50% armour, she locks me up and sends some remote armour repair love my way, a deployment of ten Fighters spews forth from the ArKane and start multiple attack runs on the now stricken Thanatos.
The tank of the Gallente designed carrier isn't doing very well, but then he probably has zero capacitor left at this point to run it, with a massive explosion, it breaks apart, the escape pod warping out rather sharpish from negotiations as the pilot had logged his critical systems...
...But he didn't get too far as my associate probed it down and punishment for such cowardice was exacted with extreme prejudice.
A lucky kill for my friends and I, an embarrassing loss for the luckless carrier pilot.