When Worlds Collide, or All Your Puke are Belong to Us
Saturday, December 20, 2008 at 2:00PM The other day I logged into EVE, and not a few moments go by when I see my corp mate, Kahega in chat asking if anyone wants to get aggro on a mission runner. I excitedly throw my hat into the ring, grabbed my salvaging interceptor, and flew out into Dodixie, ready to give all hell to whatever mission runner had had the misfortune of turning up on the other side of the acceleration gate.
I arrived at my destination, warped into the mission, and was surprised to see a Nighthawk blasting away at the mission rats. MR's use Nighthawks for this? Apparently so. If we could pull this off it was going to be sweet, sweet delicious tears. The plan was for me to get aggro and for Kahega to bump the MR.
We flew around the deadspace pocket for several minutes, salvaging as we went, while I continued to loot the cans in order to enrage our new friend. After a few minutes of circling near the Nighthawk, the MR had apparently gotten fed up with us. He targeted me.
I made sure to stick fairly near him so that I would remain a tempting target. He still wasn't firing though. Little did I know or figure that he was calling in his buddies. A few minutes later, a Hurricane warps in, targets me, and begins firing. Weeee! Time to go!
The hurricane warp scrambles me and my shields quickly vaporize as I try desperately to get out of scram range. I pushed my Raptor as fast as the afterburners would take it, trying not to fly in a straight line in order to keep up a little transversal velocity. Things were starting to look bad though as my armor melted away, and before I knew it, the damage began to get into structure.
"Warp. Warp! Warp damnit, warp!"
With 1/3 structure left on my Raptor, I finally break free of the Hurricane's guns, and spamming the warp button, slingshot into warp. I was ecstatic. I felt like Han and Chewy must have felt right when the Millennium Falcon finally decided to cooperate and jump into hyperspace before they got pwned. It was awesome.
I did a little victory dance in my "cockpit", patted my 10 month old on the head (who was nearby and starting to get a cranky), and docked up to M20. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kahega was working on bumping the bad guy so he couldn't escape the wrath of the ninjas.
"Hurry, Prime!"
Now I have to say that at this point, we probably should have called it off. They had the advantage, and my kid was getting fussy, but in the heat of the moment, well....you know....it didn't even cross my mind. All I could taste was the blood of my foes.
I picked up my son and held him in my lap, trying to calm him down. After what seemed like an eternity, I was finally able to change ships and undock.
As soon as I was undocked, Kahega informed that the bad guy had successfully avoided the bumpage, and that he had gotten away. This was my second chance to call off the dogs, but did I? Nope.
Man I wish my kid would stop squirming. Doesn't he know I'm about to go kick some ass?
"No matter," I told Kahega, "I'll warp back and hang out by the gate in case the Hurricane decided to show back up." I'd lay his silly little Hurricane to waste in this Raven.
I came out of warp at the acceleration gate. All was clear, and for the first time I realized what was going on and had second thoughts about waiting to see if the bad guys would come back to the gate. I decided that I should probably get the heck out of there.
My kid puked. I'm not talking about a little spit up after his bottle or a burp gone amiss, I'm talking about Niagra Falls of Puke. The Puke proceeded to hit my chin, roll down my neck, cover - I mean COVER my t-shirt, flowed down into my lap, off both sides of my lap, onto my chair and off the sides, cascading down into little pools of puke on the carpet on either side of the chair. Oh man, of all times to get puked on...
A Zealot warps in and proceeds to target me. "Oh crap."
I yelled for my wife, and as she comes running into the room, I activate my hardeners and try to warp out. No dice. I'm scrammed. My wife pulls my son off my lap, and as I try to forget about the soaked mess I'm basting in, I forget to launch my drones. I did manage to remember to fire my torps and nos though. Heh.
The torpedoes slam into the Zealot. "Kick his ass!" Kahega exclaims, but the torps weren't doing a whole lot of damage against the smaller ship. A few moments later the Nighthawk warps in, followed by the Hurricane.
The rest, as they say, is history. I then proceeded to peel myself off my chair and go take a shower.
That was actually my first BS that I had lost in PvP and you know what? I wasn't even that mad about it. I usually get pretty pissed off when I get sploded, but I took this one in stride. I fact, I'm surprised I lasted as long as I did. That Raven took a pounding. And hey, I totally Han Soloed that Raptor out of there.
I wish I had a video camera going on me at the time. It would have been a YouTube hit.
Ahh well. "Insurance FTW," as Kahega says.
Pew Pew 