The following piece is written by Knerf, Member of Northern Coalition.
We set the stage early on the 15th of October minutes before downtime, pings ring out and Aussie accents rage for as many noble warriors our collective can gather in these wee hours. The champions that guard us while we sleep must form to take from our foes the very space they occupy and with any luck their lives. Fearless in the face of any challenge our midnight conductors coordinate a fleet worthy of the gods. Tengus are called forth to be the tip of the spear we shall use on our adversary.
The enemy we will encounter is not one to be trifled with, we face the CFC horde, who with colossal numbers have trampled every opponent it has faced to date. Intelligence suggests the leader of this particular legion will be Fawlty7 a great Aussie general to say the least. He will bring to clash a full battleship wing supported by a fierce wing of assault Hawks. CFC would not have the overwhelming numbers many have come to expect from such an enormous adversary, but this did not bring them pause.
A hundred comrades hug a battle hardened Minmatar Titan ready to be flung into battle with a simple word from our fleet commander, FUUUFA. The NCDOT armada of T3 ships is accompanied by our N3 brothers and a strong bomber wing from illusive Pasta Syndicate. Darkness alliance, lead by Sort Dragon bolstered our numbers bringing a few squadrons of rail Tengus hungry for blood.
The Cynosural Field Generator is lit and the portal is activated on the beleaguered Titan allowing our flotilla to pour into system anticipating anything. We arrive to a stagnate system full of brothers in arms and no enemy in sight. This particular operation required no enemy resistance to complete its task, today we would be taking down a starbase that sat in opposition to our supremacy in the region. As the four battalions of allies set eyes on their behemoth of a target, scanners light up with enemy ships on fast approach. The powerful CFC Battleship wing is landing with guns hot, ready to defend what is theirs. Lasers and blasters explode off into a murderous spectacle of fire and light, slashing towards the invaders. The battle begins fierce with our allies logistical wing taking the opening blows of the hefty Battleships. The CFC’s support wing finally arrives on field and in an instant rushes directly on top of our main damage projection. The powerfully agile Assault Frigate’s hopelessly fire volley after volley trying to find a crack in our line.
The dangers of the unseen Pasta Syndicate let their deadly payload be known as wave after wave of bombers decloaked letting loose plain destruction. As all the cards finally lie on the table, the damage to the defenders was overwhelming. Every enemy pilot engaged was already sitting in a half destroyed warship, allowing targets to disappear sometimes before a second volley could be released. Glorious gunboats were exploding every few seconds until the formally ferocious foe was diminished to only a few hulls. The call to retreat was made by the CFC Fleet Commander to try and save as many brave sailors as possible. With quick thinking and coordination, Fawlty7 was able to leave system safely trapping his pursuers in a sling bubble so that his men could escape.
The field was taken and held by NCDOT, N3, and allies. With the destruction of the defenders starbase, all compatriots safely evacuated to each of our own staging systems ready for the next bout against the great CFC.
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Thank you CFC and Fawlty for bringing a fight. o7
I hope your pilots enjoyed the brawl as much as we did.
Thanks FUUUFA and Poision Kevin for leading us every night into battle.
