Bad spelling can be lethal. For example, the greedy Seriph of Al-Yabi was cursed by a badly-educated deity and for some days everything he touched turned to Glod, which happened to be the name of a small dwarf from a mountain community hundreds of miles away who found himself magically dragged to the kingdom and relentlessly duplicated. Some two thousand Glods later the spell wore off. These days, the people of Al-Yabi are renowned for being remarkably short and bad-tempered.
-- (Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad)
I started my hunt tonight with a little anger in me, my day had been tiresome, but that should not have affected my abilities. So a hit on a Helios running a site in Sotrenzur should have been business as usual, a casual glance at the local intel didn't show much of anything suspicious.
So I warp into the site, I see the Helios, but I don't look at the Helios, I don't actually see him hacking the site. I close and engage, dual scrams as has become my way, I launch drones and commence the violence.
My greed turns to bemusement as an Astero drops cloak and engages me, scram and web pin me down as I finish off the Helios and then I turn my attention to the Astero. We both have Hongoblins out, 10 drones chewing their way through shields, armour and hull, we're neck and neck but his damage benefits from the application of a web.
I was not fit for a fight, I was purely hunting relic/data runners and this time I messed up, both the pilots are in NPC corps but share a lineage of the same corps, had I actually taken the time to review intel I would have been a bit more cautious.
C'est la vie.