EVE Fiction

- All systems in check, ready to undock. Undocking procedure started.
Destroyer-class vessels like Corax always have been the pride and joy of Caldari Navy. Powerful enough to reign on a battlefield and strong enough to survive in the toughest of situations. And, most of all, affordable to lose.
- Hey, Gideon, what's up with you? - Jonathan opened the NeoCom and saw Estidal's face. Gideon Estidal was an old space wolf, adept of exploration and surviving through the course of exploring.
- Yeah, mate, in fact, I have just found a few Sansha pirate sites. Wanna pay them a visit?
- Sure, why not.
- Meet me in Ivih, I'll have you join the fleet.
- There's even a fleet? - Westh sounded really surprised.
- And you thought we were gonna fly into devil's grasp by ourselves? No, I brought some friends along.
- Oh, so we're being suicidal in group for a change. That's nice. Ok, I'll be there in no time.

Warp drive active…

- Everyone, this is Jon. Jon, this is everyone, - Gideon smiled, - And… he's in a Corax. That's neat.
- Hey, everyone!
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- Yeah, Gideon, I'm in a Corax. Missile bombardment all the way, baby!
- Don't get too excited, mate. Get ready to bombard those Sansha fellows. Ok, we have here Sert in a Catalyst, Kaleb in a Hurricane, Sue in an Exequror, Jon in a Corax and myself in an Oracle. A fancy bunch we are. Let's try this. Warping us, guys. Reload your guns.
- Let's kick their asses!
- Yeah, baby, I've been mining so long for this moment!
- Ok guys, you better get some sunglasses, because I'm about to reign destruction on this battlefield!
- Don't be silly, Westh, you don't even have drones there.
- Who needs drones, when you have Destruction Missiles Of Terryfying Chaos?! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!!!
- He's not entirely normal, is he, Gideon?
- No, I suppose not.
- Nope.

Pirates emerged from a station 50 km away. Their numbers were quite a few. In fact, it was difficult to count them. Good thing there's no need to.
- Ok, mates, frigates target frigates, and you, Kaleb, get this Cruiser thing. I'm activating Warfare links.
Never have Jonathan Westh seen such a glorious battle. Enormous pirate swarm against five brave heroes trying to fight them off. Pretty glorious by all means.
- Warp scramble the escaping ship! - Gideon yelled.
- Confirmed. Warp scrambling him… now.
Long stasis webifying net grabbed the escaping frigate and slowed hin down enough for Kaleb's guns to hit it. And for a pair of Jonathan's missiles. And for Gideon laser beams. And then the pirate ship exploded.

- I think we've got everyone here. Anyone have a Noctis nearby? - Sue asked.
- I do, in fact, - Sert began to align towards the gate to Sehmosh.
- No, Sert, stop. I think we got scanned out…
That sweet sound of targeting. And especially sweet when a Vindicator 3 km away makes it. And when he's with buddies. On Legions.
- Warp out, everyone! Warp the **** out! - never have Gideon's words been so true.
- ****, scrambled here!
- Leave the ship, Kaleb, pod out and warp to gate! We don't stand a chance against them!
- Ahhh… I just lost an Exequror, guys.
- Did you manage to warp out, Sue?
- Not really. ****, and the implants… Five ******* billion ISK…
- Sert, you?
- Pod-killed.
- Jon?
- Reigning freaking chaos destruction on them, guys! I even scratched Vindi's shield!!! And… I'm podded. Warped out.
- So only me saved the ship. ****, guys. This was fast.
- This was freaking light-speed fast, Gideon. Do you know these guys?
- Nah. Some Russians, probably. Russians love Vindicators.
- And Legions.
- Yeah, and Legions.