Tonight was a good night, a massive slugfest of the lowsec behemoths in the infamous system of Barleguet.
The evening started with us (Snuffed Out) getting wind of some interesting fleet movements in the Placid region, both Shadow Cartel and Overload Everything logging in titans and showing off caps here and there.
Our scouts kept keen eyes on the developing situation as we started forming the good old fashioned Navy Apocalypse fleet with guardian for logi, with some t3’s for tackle and webs.
The fleet embarked from sujarento under the watchful eye of D0nnieDark0 and the guiding hand of Hunlight Faithus.
En route to Barleguet (via gate, long live Phoebe), the atmosphere was thick with anticipation, realizing that Shadow Cartel could easily outnumber and outescalate us in this region of space, however all nerves were calmed by the assurance that D0nnie had a plan.
A few jumps out of our destination a few quick orders were spoken out on comms, “Everyone be quiet, nobody speak – that means you Emo – we got some people joining teamspeak, draggers get to work.”. A moment of the rarest of silences followed. A whisper went through the fleet: “what is this comms discipline?” It was not to last however, as the broken comms were quickly fixed and the babbling and rambling of Snuff Box regulars could be heard again over the exasperated voices of our fleet commanders.
‘Lo and behold, the unthinkable:
Overload Everything, with the curious TISHU member in between, started logging onto comms. This would be a joint operation, to combat the numerically superior “Shadow Cartel and friends coalition”(TM).
The two fleets joined forces in the system of Barleguet (Brave Newbies old lowsec home for the romantics out there), and commenced reinforcing and killing POCOS of the mighty Wowbagger POCO empire while SC in their Proteus fleet sat on the ingate in Aulbres, hackles raised and eyes narrowed in fury.
As the first POCO succumbed to the might of the NAPOC fleet, eager fleet members quickly shouted out the obvious:
“Local Spike, Shadow Cartel are jumping in. FC they’re jumping in, Shadow Cartel is here! Oh boy here we go, FC local spike, local is spiking, FC we got Tidi, FC local Spike.”
Reassured that our expert scouts and masters of the ~locale~ were watching over us like a hen over her chicks, we prepared for the battle that was upon us. Anchors were upped as a breathy inhale of 100 nerds were heard all over the universe.
INCOMING! The hostile proteus fleet sneakily landed upon our guardian wing, vapourizing a few unfortunate guardian pilots straight off the bat! Oh no, woe is us.
Amidst the wreckage of the customs office and lost guardians we would fight, we would stand as one against the onslaught of the barbarian horde.
“Proteus primary, ok lock up the secondary get ready, clear guns, fire.” – D0nniDark0 2014. The smooth and precice commands of the fleet commander were executed without mercy, and the proteus’ exploded under the fury of our lazers faster than we could lock them.
A pair of OE triage archons were brought in to help repping the incoming dps, and more ships were saved for every ship that died.
Moments later a hostile cynosural field was lit and in came 15-20 combat carriers. Immense pressure to stay alive was put upon the triage and guardians, but they were up to the task, every second a precious moment as we razed through the proteus fleet with reckless abandon.
As less and less of our ships are dying, the desperate Shadow Cartel fleet realized that without another escalation they were sure to lose this battle. A brave but lone cynosural jammer was quickly disposed off and in came another wave of hostile caps.
This time it was more deadly. 20+ hostile dreadnoughts, comprised of SC and Nocturnal Romance, appeared on field and sieged up, their enormous capital guns deploying and unloading their massive fury upon our brave battleships.
Despite our best efforts, overheated afterburners and pulling range, the incoming dps was too much and too fast. Without the option to escalate further, a tactical call was made to extract from field, our dear leader sacrificing himself to save his fleet.
He will be remembered.
– Capitol One, Snuff Box.
