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Just a small video of a recent 8 v 14 frig fight we had. Was great fun!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP0PTXFW2bA

Confirming these bros have hoes in different area codes....

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As someone is so fond of saying "ima da best"

Tip for all pilots, new and bittervet:

Disregard superior opposing numbers and just shoot things!

Got a mail last night that one of the corp Customs Office/Pleasure Hubs was under attack by the fearsome~ corporation Silver Dragonz. I mounted my Talos steed while the only other battal-ready [7-2] pilot hopped into an interceptor and we cut across high-sec to quickly reach our ancestral homeland of Molden Heath to investigate what, besides good lovin', was rocking the Customs Bordello of Greater Illamur I.

Carrying no fear whatsoever and giving precisely zero fucks, we warped directly to the mixed-use facility's grid at 30km to assess the situation.
With no regard to the orgasmic experiences and customs exchanges happening within, the Silver Dragonz and their friends held siege with a Drake, Harbinger, Hurricane, Hound, Cyclone, Tornado, Caracal and a Talos of their own.
For moments that surely felt like hours it seemed their fleet was not afraid of our glorious Talos/Ares one-two punch, nor did they seem to see us as much of a threat, as they continued to fire on the Customs Office of Love.

I must remind you that my fellow [7-2] pilot and I had no fear in our hearts, only bloodlust, and we set upon them with a fury, starting with the fat slow Drakebeast. The Drakebeast must have cried out in fear for her life as she hit half-shields, as her Harbinger and Tornado companions turned their attention fully to my Talos, closing distance and securing a warp disruptor.
Faced with this much firepower, no longer fruitlessly aimed at my Ares battalpartner, I reigned my Talos steed out to 30km from the Harbinger, which took me 50km from the Drake. I called out for my Ares to drop tackle on the Drake and hook the Harbinger for me, which he confirmed was done within a few seconds.

As the Harbinger's tank failed, our cowardly opponents fled the scene, content from then on to do battal with hormonally charged words in the local comms channel while keeping their battlecruisers within docking radius of the local station.

Just. Shoot. Things.

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