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“Tibus, this is Fleet Command Prime. Do you copy?”
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“Tibus, Prime. Copy?”
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His head swam with agonizing pain as the words rang clear in his waking conscience.
“Caldari Navy Ship Tibus, this is Caldari Prime Fleet Command. How copy? Over.”
…
-What is that? - He thought to himself…
FIZZLE… CRACK…
“Wha… Where am… Oh My God, the ship… the crew… THE MISSION!”
He attempted to open his eyes once more. Everything was dark.
-Am I blinded? - He thought to himself as he fought to gain his bearing.
BOOM! SIZZLE… SNAP!
Sparks of blue and contrails of yellow slowly emerged as he tried his hand at moving. His vision revealing the writhing motion of damaged and severed electrical lines protruding from the bulkhead. The smell of burnt pyroxeres and nanites filling his nostrils, a byproduct of overheated modules and the use of Nanite Repair Paste.
-Toes… check.-
-Legs… check.-
-Fingers… check. -
-Arms and neck… check. -
He ran through a systemic account of his mobility just as Doc had taught him. Other than the ringing in his ears, a severe headache, and some blurred vision, he was good to go.
“Novee! Lieutenant Novee! Can you hear me sir?” He yelled out to his pilot.
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Nothing.
…
-How is the ship intact but the pilot not responsive?-
A sudden shudder in the hull and the moan of fatigued metal brought him to his feet.
“L.T. can you hear me sir?” he yelled out once again.
A low rumble in the distance…
-Ok, ok… I’m in the missile bay control room… think Monte, think damn it! Sixteen men onboard; one Capsuleer; what the hell happened? -
The Tibus cried out in screams of distorted framing and damaged compartments.
-We were interdicting the gate… four frigs, two of which were cloaked, three Cruisers, two Battle Cruisers, and a Raven… WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?-
ZING…LOW MOAN… RUMBLE
-Where were we? Where were… Gallente Prime! Ok… that’s right…-
“NOVEE! Can you hear me sir?”
“Tibus this CRACKLE Prime, how HISS Over.” The 1MC rang out with an echo of eeriness.
“Prime Command this is Recruit Rutledge, I copy! Authenticate transmission Omega over.”
…
Just as Huggy had taught him, he ran through the authentication sequence with Prime Command and awaited their return acknowledgement.
-Why are they trying to reach us way out here, transmission silence was imperative! We’re at RIVERCITY. We all know this… unless… - The realization hit him like a ton of Trit.
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-The fleet is lost… we failed.-

BUMP!

Thanks, and just for you Niko I'll fix the naming issue today and switch the KB live. It's nothing exciting at this early stage, plenty of losses to ganks as we've been doing some small stuff as we grow numbers, but we're about to hit 40 members and can start to look at deploying more effective small fleets that are tactically more suited to what we've been coming across.

^^ My IRL brother!!!!! You should read the story where you save me from the Gallente bombardment of Caldari Prime! Maybe I'll post it here if The Dude and The Baker approve.

Growing nicely, still after more to get the fleets to the ideal size.

Its Tuesday here, we're recruiting still for US and EU players. Interested APAC players should also get in touch if interested as we have some players in that TZ.

Still growing. We are no longer taking on brand new players to EvE, due to our ability to support them properly, and we've covered in the roles that new pilots typically fill for us.

A Gallente miner was walking down the space station corridor carrying a brown paper bag. He ran into one of his buddies, who asked,

"Hey! What's in the bag?"

The man tells his friend that he has some fish in the bag. His friend says,

"Well, I'll make you a bet. If I can guess how many fish you have in the bag, you'll have to give me one."

The Gallente says, "I'll tell you what. If you tell me how many fish I have in this bag, I'll give you both of them."

Thanks to Yblarbo Janks for these.

Still after more good pilots.

These two Gallente mechanics are building a Vexor. One of them is putting on the armor. He picks up a rivot, hammers it in. Picks up another rivot, throws it away. Picks up a rivot, hammers it in. Picks up another, throws it away.

This goes on for a while, and finally his friend comes over and asks him why he is throwing half of the rivots away. He replies, "Those ones were pointed on the wrong end." The buddy gets exasperated and says "You idiot, those are for the other side of the ship!"

Not sure these jokes are getting any better.

Yet again i bump you sir.

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