It's not over until the Fat Raptor Sings...

Fat Raptor: around about a fifty man corp flying out of Eitu.
They caught the ExiIe eye, I'm not prepared to say why, but lets just go with the fact they did.

We've recruited a couple of great pilots and this was their time, their time choose the music.

As a cheeky warm up we went for a little roam into Orphanage terratory, they were up to their usual tricks baiting a belt, I warp in for a peek and hang about until I see an incoming Curse on Scan. That's my queue to withdraw to a gate.

Soon after I land back at the gate the Curse follows, two Drakes and a Curse. We lock up and wait..nothing, obviously he wont engage and take gate fire. He was clearly waiting to call his gang in.

For giggles we decide to enagage, The curse pilot quickly gets to work, his shields are getting battered but he's tough, he knows his gang is slipping through the black ready to bring the sizzle!!!.

The Curse Pilot goes POP! but the hostile gang has us bang to rights, tanking the gate guns and a decent sized gang that included a Vindicator was just not gonna happen...we went down hard and fast!
Pods warped to safety and we lick our wounds and console ourselves that the Curse's value is easily more than our Drakes. Hmmmm, a loss is still a loss though :)

Back to the war..

Fat Raptor open the score card....

I was busy planetside when the war kicked off, you know how it is sometimes even when war is upon you, you've just got other things to do, and I do like Ice Cream...

The loss is relayed to me and I have to admit to being slightly less than impressed, it seems our lonesome pilot engage a war target on a gate without proper intel...you guessed it! there was a welcome party on the other side . Ok lesson learnt with any luck and it's not exactly the worst loss ever :)

Myself and Pure' kick back in our corp hanger, chewing the fat and waiting for some targets to get in their ships. Time is once again against me and the lure of that planet side ice cream is strong, on my way out I shut down the hanger lights not knowing they would be relit very soon.

Pure' is left alone in the office, pouring over ship schematics with just a table lamp and a bottle of Bushmills for company. It's what he loves, I smile