"When it's time to stop living, I will certainly make Death my number one choice!"
-- (Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent)
My day started off with two successful hunts, one a Hurricane running an anomaly and another, a Ferox in a belt.
Those were just the hors d'oeuvre*
A Rupture undocks from Gusandall station, an associate reports this and I board a Rupture of my own, hastily undock...
Why does this always seem longer when there's mischief to be done?
After what seemed an age, I undock just to see the Rupture warp to the 4th planet, I hastily engage warp, to zero.
I burst out of warp right on top of my prey and engage, tackle is go, guns are go, drones are go...
Motherfucker, ec-300s full cycle and the Ruppie pulls range very quickly, must be one of those fancy shield Ruppies, a Vagabond warps in, a corp-mate of the Ruppie pilot, he engages, I try to close on the Ruppie...
WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, 450m/s? WHO THE FUCK PUT AN AFTERBURNER ON THIS MOTHERFUCKER?
That who would be me, admiral dumbass, as I last used this ship chasing a mission runner and forgot to swap it out.
I'm unable to close on either of my attackers and wait for the inevitable...
TO EXPLODE, SO I CAN GO FETCH ANOTHER SHIP TO EXTRACT DELICIOUS REVENGE!
I warp my pod out sharpish and dock at the station, there's only one thing for this kind of situation, Flubber, y'all know Flubber right? My Stabber Fleet Issue is particularily suited to this kind of fight and I undock as fast as I can, even as I'm being fed intel via an associate that the two are still at the planet.
I warp to zero, they're still there but a good forty to fifty clicks away, I hit my MWD but set it to 50% thrust, Rupture is first to bite, he engages but keeps range nicely, I hit full thrust, overload and soon I'm humping the Ruppie like a pitbull on Viagra.
Rupture isn't long for the universe as he tastes defeat, I turn towards the Vagabond just as I spot my MWD blink out from overheating...
OH BRILLIANT, WELL FUCKING DONE KANE, ARE YOU RETARDED?
Right, stay calm, change of tactic, this Vaga is going to chew you up if you don't redeem yourself.
I make as if I'm trying to run, I'm deep into armour, about to hit structure, no MWD, I overload my scrambler and webs...
Vaga chases, a little too keenly, one web, two webs, Crazy Ivan, scrambler, Flubber licks the Vaga and the race is on.
My structure is evaporating as I burn the Vaga's shields, I lay waste to his armour and with the smallest of margins I win the race, the Vagabond explodes.
EIGHT PERCENT STRUCTURE
Eight percent is all that stood between me and a second loss to these guys, eight percent and Flubber would have said her goodbyes to the universe, perhaps never to see the like of her again.
But Kane Rizzel has sweet revenge...
I also got most my loot back :D
*An appetizer served before a meal