Totally no idea what could have happened to my brain in the last days. At first it started with a totally uncontrolled slumber – the REM timer went haywire and I woke up in about 16 hours totally un-refreshed. My head felt like a total mess. I do blame sleep-learning the "Advanced fleet armor management." Still these things never caused issues like this.
Next night wasn't much better — this time REM timer didn't even register ANY sleep at all. So when the alarm went off and I wandered to my office and it all was really strange (broken ATM flashing yellow screen, suddenly withered plant on an empty reception desk) I wouldn't be much surprised to see a real ghost. While it all felt real, the seeming was too irreal (turned out that ATM was really broken and plant was withered some time ago, I never noticed that before).
And now, when my brain is no longer responsible for any rational thinking, a totally different body part jumps in. I've spent last hour discussing where to get proper rubber toys to arm a dozen of exotic dancers or which issue of CreoDron catalogue listed a fully-autonomous 10-limbed fucking drone. Which would hunt dancers and do what it is designed for. And send the real-time projection of the process onto my holodesk.
Screw it all. Off to bed. And no REMs this time. Just plain old rest.
02:15
02:34
Moar Piracy and Some Consequences
My irregular planetside shift schedule prevents me from attending most of our small yarr-sessions. But the good side is that "most" is not "all".
Anyway, tonight I tasted the blood of battlecruisers. First we aggressed a blinky-red Brutix. Little we knew about how strong his tank was. The tree of us (my Rifter, our leader's Slicer and one Merlin) were not enough to overcome his armour repairers. By the time we decided to disengage our leader got caught by his drones and ripped before he managed to warp away. Anyway, that was a nice fight. A little blood-pumping.
And then we proceeded to find softer targets and in the end we saw a pair of Hurricane and Apocalypse. In a belt. Killing bloods. With a loud "Yarr" we engaged that Hurricane and reduced it into bits. Totally non-combat fit. It was a plain salvage ship which backed the Apocalypse.
After little pause (and loud warnings about us, evil pirates, in the local chat channel) we decided to proceed and our leader in a different Slicer .. got caught by a properly equipped Hurricane. And smashed.
Without the lead we decide to leave the place and get back to our bases. So I jump through a gate and see two more BCs. And the moment I try to warp to safety, I'm caught. Two more seconds and my Rifter is torn by yet another Hurricane's autocannons. They didn't get my escape pod luckily.
So... As usual, my loss happened when I said to myself "I'll just get there and then take a break." Another thing to note is that I should not try to warp if I managed to jump into a camp. Even if I'm in a nimble frigate.
Adrenaline is still high and I need some relaxation now. Docking permission granted, and I've already ordered a couple of sweet-ass nurses for me to ease the pain of losing my ship and not getting high enough insurance to cover the loss of all the guns and shields on it.
Docking now.
And then we proceeded to find softer targets and in the end we saw a pair of Hurricane and Apocalypse. In a belt. Killing bloods. With a loud "Yarr" we engaged that Hurricane and reduced it into bits. Totally non-combat fit. It was a plain salvage ship which backed the Apocalypse.
After little pause (and loud warnings about us, evil pirates, in the local chat channel) we decided to proceed and our leader in a different Slicer .. got caught by a properly equipped Hurricane. And smashed.
Without the lead we decide to leave the place and get back to our bases. So I jump through a gate and see two more BCs. And the moment I try to warp to safety, I'm caught. Two more seconds and my Rifter is torn by yet another Hurricane's autocannons. They didn't get my escape pod luckily.
So... As usual, my loss happened when I said to myself "I'll just get there and then take a break." Another thing to note is that I should not try to warp if I managed to jump into a camp. Even if I'm in a nimble frigate.
Adrenaline is still high and I need some relaxation now. Docking permission granted, and I've already ordered a couple of sweet-ass nurses for me to ease the pain of losing my ship and not getting high enough insurance to cover the loss of all the guns and shields on it.
Docking now.
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