Sunday 22 February 2015

No place like home

22nd Febuary YC117

It's been a little bit of time since I updated this blog. Last week I was planet side dealing with a personal issue, and have been itching to get back to Lazarus and my work for 13.

With my return a few days ago, I welcomed new members in to our corporation. Our old corporation, United Systems, had suffered from a leadership crisis with the disappearence of their CEO Galmas. A steady old hand, he was the 'glue' that held a mish-mash of piltos with different bloodlines, nationalities and beliefs together as a fully functioning group. With him gone, it was decided among the vast majority of United that they would join 13.

Returning to my quatres at Starbase "Tea House" (a recent addition to our collection of towers in Lazarus) I was welcomed with plenty of reports of fights. On a quiet Saturday morning, I would soon get my own taste of combat Reported in the chain were a known group of fighting capsuleers, Band of Magnus. Forming up, we had a handful of pilots on, with triage carrier and jams. On the opposing end, Band had similar numbers but with Guardian logistics. They boldy decided to come down the chain to us.

A long drawn out fight with jam and counter jam, we were wearing low on ammo while more Band pilots jumped in to the frey. We eventually lost a proteus before more of our own pilots woke up. With neutralising battleships landing on grid, Band extracted with no losses for their own, killing an Armageddon of ours who had jumped through the wormhole to add mass. All in all, not a great start to the weekend.

Fast forward to today. After some dicking around lowsec and losing my own Huginn earlier in the day, we decided to roll the hole and get ourselves a hisec connection. As our intrepid industry director Odi was returning with an orca, we reported a gang of hostile lokis engaging him. Bringing reinforcements quick, a large fleet of ours formed up and chased them out. No kills, but Orca saved. Our scout decided at this time to report a larger group on the way. After some tense negotiation with my brother Miguel, on account of a recent falling out, I managed to get him to convince his wife Kailen to step into an Archon once more, allowing the rest of our fleet to bring the big guns.

Jumping in with the carrier and fleet, we were engaged by a large combined force of pirate capsuleers from various corporations. Landing right on top of our neutralising geddon and legion, the former piloted by myself, their guardians melted like cheese on a hot plate to our dps. Taking out a couple of t3s, we stood by at the hole as they extracted. Looting the field, we were suprised by the sudden appearence of a Naglfar. Establishing tackle, we immediatly set about engaging him. This prompted the slow return of our mish mash of 'friends' in various ships. More t3s, legions, a Vindicator, each slowly dying to our guns before a triage archon of their own landed. After this, we managed to force a falcon and vigilant off field before the slow and long decline of Kailen's capacitor ended the fight. One point of note was that Mrs Onzo managed to have her crew evacuate and single-handedly kept her archon alive on low capacitor for a full 10 minutes thanks to the ship refitting capabilities of Jay's Nestor. Sisters of Eve, we thank you for your Capsuleer Approved battleship.

All told, we walked out of that fight slightly ahead in terms of kills. Battered, bruised and leaving field, we still walk away proud of our achievements while fighting outnumbered, never outgunned. There's just no place like home.

Utari Onzo

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