My EVE

This is not from a real battle. Unless you count my imagination as real. Lots of liberties were taken, and feel free to imagine yourself as one side or the other.

This is just the tale of a newbro getting into a fleet fight and getting a little over-excited.


TL:DR Fictional Fleet Fight



"Here we go," the voice came over comms, and there was silence, except for the warp drives spooling up. The fleet was aligned, the cloakies were in place, and even though the hot drop was assured, the sub-capital fleet was committing. The ships seemed to pause for a moment, as if suddenly changing their minds, before the numbers on the overview flashed by impossibly fast and the Starbase was left behind.

As the warp core roiled around the fleet of Tempests, with a pair of Bhaalgorns and logistics backing them up, James paused for a moment, and forced himself to think about how the fight had come about, to try to quiet the butterflies in his stomach. It had been just a normal day, trying to get used to the new Low Security area. He'd been welcomed easily enough, despite the fact that his combat record was not that good.

He had taken his ship out and had just started battling some local pirates, when the call had come in that a gang was heading their way down the pipe, and to get his ass into a combat ship. Disengaging from the Serpentis, he quickly docked up and jumped into the frigate that had been a "Welcome to the Corp" gift, and hurried to join up with the fleet, a jump inside null security space.

As his warp core began to destabilize, he forced himself to focus, and was happy to find that his fear had melted seamlessly into excitement.

And with a sudden, smooth deceleration, they were at the gate, and there was the enemy fleet just like the scouts had said. Adrenaline roared through his veins as the micro-warp drive kicked his tiny ship into high gear, and he roared between the battleships. "Cyno, cyno, cyno" the FC's voice came over comes. "Primary the cyno ship." In less than five seconds, he was there, his tiny frigate slamming into the cruiser, locking the larger ship in the embrace of a stasis webifier as the frigate's guns belched forth their fury. For a moment, the pilot paused, knowing something was wrong, but not what it was. Then it clicked, and he quickly activated his point. Fervently, he hoped that nobody had noticed.

He was breathing quickly now, watching the cruiser's shields melt. Drones swarmed over the battlefield, but so far they had ignored him.

Suddenly his overview was a hell of a lot more full. "We've got Moroses over Super Caps, with an Avatar taking point. Pop our cyno. NOW!" The FC's voice broke through the pilot's trance.

And suddenly, across the battlefield, another cyno field flared into existence, just as the big guns of the Dreadnaughts belched their first volley. "They're bridging!" Came a voice on comms, as the original cyno cruiser blew apart.

"Our bridge will be up shortly," the FC's voice retorted grimly, as the fist of the friendly capitals emerged around the cynosural field. "Keep on your primaries."

The pilot paused for a moment, taking in the scene. Massive ships loomed all around his tiny frigate, hammering at each other with enough firepower to level entire cities--maybe even entire continents. Explosions rippled across the battlefield as ships on both sides were methodically picked apart.

And then he was back in the battle, roaring between an Archon and a Thanatos exchanging broadsides. There were frigates to deal with. He wasn't even listening to the FC anymore, the battle had taken ahold of him so much. His tiny guns couldn't do anything against capitals, but he could do something about the tackle the other side had brought to the table.

Looping underneath an Erebus, he came up on the tail of a Taranis, and let fly his jamming equipment. The Gallente Interceptor slowed, but was moving fast enough to zip out of range of the Stasis Webifier. The pilot cursed his luck, and started looking for another target.

Then he realized the Taranis was looping around, dodging out of the way of a flight of Sentry drones. He could hear someone on comms yelling at him to do something, but ignored it as the distance between the two frigates went from 10 kilometers to 500 meters in a pair of heartbeats. And then the two frigates ripped at each other. The pilots shields were gone in the first volley from the Taranis, and his armor ravaged with the next.

The pilot's eyes widened and prepared himself for a fresh clone, when suddenly the Taranis exploded into a million fiery pieces. The pilot barely managed to catch a glimpse of the flight of light drones, that had saved his frigate, roaring past him before they were gone.

A quick check revealed that his armor was gone, and his structure was at 5%. His modules still worked, sort of. His point had heated itself to slag, and most everything else wasn't far behind. But that w as all right, there were enough bubbles around, nobody was going anywhere. He found himself laughing as he spotted a Blackbird 40 kilometers away, and swung his frigate around.

A Moros exploded as he passed by, followed quickly by one of his corpmate's Tempests and a Bhaalgorn. The pilot didn't care. He was focused exclusively on the Blackbird. He had spotted his prey, now he would have it.

He slid into a neat 500 Meter orbit, and slapped on his Webifier, followed a hair later by his guns. Almost immediately the response came back. A wall of light drones roared past him, spewing their venemous fury. His ship vaporized instantly, and he suddenly realized he was inside a bubble. There would be no escape.

As the drones came around to finish off his pod, he began plotting how to get back into the battle. There would be no time for updating his clone. Surely his ratting Battlecruiser would work.


Right?