Wormholes

I've lived in a wormhole for the better part of the last year or more after coming back from a long break. I was brought back because of wormholes - because I was told that it was PVP that ranged from small gang to fleet fights, and that wormholers had one, sacred, Sworn-Unto-Bob, code.

You always fight. Space bushido, yo.

In the last year I've been dropped on by some many people - some because they got lucky, some because I was doing some amazingly dumb. Blood Union. Hard Knocks. Last Chance. Boris Johnson, and on and on and on.

So imagine my surprise when, at the head of a 30 man t3 fleet as we're diving into wormholes, that my scouts report back some sign of Last Chance.

Me and my fleet *parked* ourselves on the doorstep of their C6. We might as well have been standing in the shadow of Mount-Freaking-Doom. My scout reports that there is an archon, two guardians, and a whole batch of t3's and nuet geddons on their side of the wormhole.

I looked to my alliance and asked our tradition question - "Do you want to die tonight?" to when Ocularis Inferno, the land of "We give no fucks" all agreed. I look to EOL who was running with us and ask them to same - to their credit, the field where they grow their fucks is also barren.

So we jump into Last Chance's Cap Fleet and put their carrier into half armor before he goes triage and we jump back out. We've followed the Code of Bob. Surely, they will jump and engage us here - our logi to their logi, our t3's to theirs.

Seconds turned into minutes. Nothing. Suddeny! An activation! They've decided to honor the Code of Bob!

No, wait. That's their archon combat rolling their wormhole.

Yes, kids. My fleet went home with balls of blue because Last Chance didn't want to come out and play.

Lame. Just... lame. That could've been a really cool fight.

JR

They won, thats all that matters.

Not just a story, a long story.

In this World of short attention spans, where's my TL;DR?

Worst story ever.

I can't find the care to even shrug.

Maybe they didn't deem you a worthy adversary and decided not to waste ammo on you.

TL;DR: We jumped into wormhole, they beat us back through wormhole. They are honorless.

Discretion is the better part of valor.

It is better to run and live to fight another day.

Bushido may have been cool and all, but its hardly the only martial doctrine to ever have existed.

Sun Tzu elaborates at great length that you only fight as a last resort, and even then only when victory is assured.

And a Thanatos that landed seconds into the fight in their hole. Cataclysmic c6. The only three ships we lost were woefully undertanked, a Maller, a Wolf, and a Blackbird. Our reps were holding, and we forced the Archon into triage. Communication errors on the part of our (-EOL) logi pair led the FC's to believe that we were about to suffer heavy losses. In hindsight, I would not have split the five Guardians into 3-2 grouping, but I wasn't in charge, OR flying the healer bricks.

I believe the point of this is, we fought expecting to die, were surprised that we were ultimately killing the Archon, got kinda silly and jumped out, and then were really sad when they wouldn't come to us. Trash talking was had on both comms, I'm sure. It's more of a 'got counter blue-balled after a short engagement' situation.