"I don't think I'm one of them, either," said Brutha. "I'm one of mine."
-- (Terry Pratchett, Small Gods)
Jumpcloning isn't a very pleasant experience, having your consciousness ripped out and sent light years away to another clone isn't for the faint of heart but I'm starting to get used to it as I now spend more time at my vacation station in Bosena. Tonight was an operation of particular brilliance dreamt up by the Mighty Warlord Dirty Protagonist.
Our fleet departed from Bosena to defend a POCO in Unertek and we pulled out all the stops on this one, a mighty fleet of Ospreys and Scythes made the perilous journey but we encountered no opposition on the way and we then encountered no opposition as we safely nursed the POCO to full health, no entity brave enough to stand against us, that is until the red mist descended upon the fleet, backs were stabbed and ships were shot, my Osprey defiled in the most hideous of manners as I attacked a Skiff, the massive fleet obliterated itself, THERE WAS A FIREFIGHT!
With no signs of opposition we reshipped after the shenanigans at the friendly POCO and set the system on fire, with marshmallows toasted and hot cocoa after.
Feeling rather frisky we headed back to Bosena where suicide fleet mode was engaged, numerous Thrashers sacrificed in the nearby high security space of Teonusude where a rather expensive Tengu and pod were laid to waste along with some miners who were ravaging the local asteroid fields, and then we went further into high security space to save some more asteroids. What made these incursions worth it, wasn't the ISK, but the reaction of the Tengu pilots CEO/friend/whatever after the fact and on the Gunpoint Diplomacy killboard.
A good night out in the paradise that is Molden Heath.
2 comments:
Sounds like a good night. I just ended a three hour roam across uncountable amounts of jumps. Our only kill was a few bubbles.
You got compared to Hitler! I died laughing at that point.
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