Woke up and had some breakfast before heading out on a roam from Adirain to the Bleak Lands. Came in to Angatalie and quickly found a dessie on scan. Quickly checked Eve-Kill and saw that he used tech one missiles so figured I could keep up my speed and tank the damage. Overheated and hit warp. Landed 10 k off him, scrammed and burned towards him to get an orbit at around 5-6000.

I knew he would be shield fit and didn’t seem to plug the EM hole so had loaded the autcannons with EMP, but it took forever to take down the damn shields. I figured he must have plugged that EM hole pretty good after all so switched to plasma. Still doing minimal damage. I figured it must be those damn 125 mm autocannons. They sucked and I swore a silent oath to never use them again. It actually took so long to take him down that the guy in the dessie started complaining.


Channel ID:      -42860174
Channel Name:    Private Chat (Iral Amatin)
Listener:        Crake Gaterau
Session started: 2013.03.28 10:35:48

2013.03.28 10:35:56 Iral Amatin > im getting board :/
2013.03.28 10:35:57 Crake Gaterau > Good morning o/
2013.03.28 10:36:10 Crake Gaterau > Not long now Wink

This was embarrassing. Finally he went down and gf’s were exchanged. After the chat I checked the combat log to figure out what kind of voodoo empowered shield fit he had used. It turned out there was nothing special with his fit. It had more to do with his oversized dessie:

Click to view MEGA DESSIE

Moral of the story: Coffee and activation of cerebral cortex is top priority before engaging anything.


Challenge Accepted

Posted: March 27, 2013 in Uncategorized

Enter Palmon. The quiet of space enveloped Hurricane’s Demise and its crew as it slid into the dark. Morning coffee was brewing and the sound of the percolator made Captain Crake feel at ease. It was a good morning, he thought as he leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the familiar sounds that echoed off the inside of the hull. The crew was bustling about, preparing breakfast before another day at their battle stations. These moments had to be cherished, if one were to remain sane in the madness that was lowsec piracy. Then a crackling noise followed by a shrill voice over local comms…

2013.03.27 07:57:25 ThorGocklin Gocklins > yo crake
2013.03.27 07:57:42 ThorGocklin Gocklins > yr a fuckin noob
2013.03.27 07:57:49 ThorGocklin Gocklins > lololol

“Man the battle stations!”

This is by far one of the most fun fights I’ve had, even if the opposition wasn’t the best. There were three people in local and all young pilots, so even if the taunting seemed like a set-up for a trap, I figured I might have a shot at taking them down. I found an unnamed Velator at a station and warped there. It was about 40 k off the station so I fired up the afterburner and headed towards it. The ship turned out to be pilotless and seconds after I reached it the guy who taunted me in comms undocked in a Dragoon with two friends in an Atron and yet another Dragoon.

I loaded Barrage in preparation for a bad imitation of some fancy manual piloting á la Ava Starfire. I activated the tactical overlay and heated everything except the afterburner on the Super Rifter and headed for the trio. The plan was to try to split the Atron from the group first and burn it down. It was also important that I got every single ship to aggro me first since they were non-flashy and we would be fighting at a station. It seemed a difficult task.

After a bit of taunting they started burning for me and I made a quick u-turn and started pulling range. The Atron was the first to come within scram range and I started pounding him with barrage and soon he was down to structure. He then started burning back towards the station and the two destroyers. I looked up on my overview and saw that one of the dessies was almost 40 k away and the other about 15 k. I quickly decided to follow the Atron and overheated the afterburner and not long after the Atron exploded even though the tracking disrupter meant it took a bit longer than expected.

At this point I was struggling to not hit structure but the added bonus of having cap boosters meant I could keep the overheated repper working overtime. As the Atron went down so did the DPS and I started focusing my fire on the Dragoon closest to me. He still seemed keen on chasing me so I managed to pull him further from his remaining brother in arms and managed to take out both him and his pod

As the destroyer exploded the last enemy was within scram range, probably burning towards me to save his friend. Scrammed and neuted, he went down fairly quickly. Even though he had lazors. AND rail guns. AND missiles. I managed to scram his pod before he managed to warp off. It turned out it was the same pilot that had been taunting in local.  I invited him to my ransom chat channel ==Cake or Death== but he refused the invitation. Took out his pod for good measure and exchanged “gf” with the only pilot of the gang left in system.

I could have done a lot of things better during this fight. But in the end I was happy with that I had managed to fly manually during most of the fight, that the tactical overlay had proven to be extremely helpful when orienting in 3D space and that I had managed to fly the Super Rifter with all its complexities and not failing completely.

I still need more experience in filtering and handling all of the information on the screen. I tend to focus a lot on managing my modules when I could keep track of other things. But I think that is one of those things you have to learn by doing, and doing a lot of.

Battle Heron

Posted: March 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

Scan, scan, scan, scan, HERON! Easy as pie! Warp, warp, warp, IN WARP! Heat mods, steady hand, INBOUND! Lock, scram, web, autocannons, CHAAARGE!

Tracking disruptors!? Lazors!? Hobgoblin II’s!? MISSILES!? WTF did you do to your boat!? What the fuck do I do???

Use keep range to lower transversal for my guns! And his lazors!? NO!!! MISSILES!!! Need speed! I’m on FIRE!!! In structure!!! BA-LAP!

Warping pod to safe.

Outside Crake: Good fight mate.

Possible and highly evil Battul Heron fit.

Trying is Dying

Posted: January 31, 2013 in Uncategorized

Almost a month has passed since my last log entry. During this time I have tried to get into as many fights as possible to get a feel for what I can and can’t engage in the cookie cutter Rifter. I’ve tried the careful approach and I’ve tried the utter reckless. Now to find that golden path in between where I’m not losing more ships than I can afford while still engaging targets that are challenging and above.

Hurricane’s Demise

Posted: January 21, 2013 in Uncategorized

After a quite uneventful day, roaming back and forth between Lulm in the Bleak Lands and Adirain with only one kill to show for, I decided to take a trip down to Heild before hitting the bunk. I entered Mateber and hit d-scan but didn’t find anything of interest near the gate, so I warped off to a safe near the core. On my way there I got a Hurricane on scan that hadn’t been named and quickly checked the age of the pilot. The date read 2013/01/02.

I quickly found him at a customs office and as I warped there I quickly asked in chat what distance i should be fighting at. I had never prepared to fight a battlecruiser! All my time had been spent reading about other frigates and some of the destroyers. Angron told me to keep a tight orbit and so I overheated everything and pre-fired my mods just before I landed. 2 k off my mark and I let loose the afterburner and headed straight for the beast of a ship. He started firing but I was already too close and started pounding him with phased plasma (when in doubt…).
hurricaneAs his shields slowly came down, he unleashed a swarm of drones. They were only Hobgoblin I’s, but the effect was still pretty frightening since they were so many and I didn’t know what kind of damage they would inflict. My shields were gone and the drones started chewing through my armor. I activated the overheated repper to tank the incoming damage. I started taking them out one by one with the web and auto cannons (thanks Patrick Kasper). As the incoming damage decreased i noticed that my guns were close to burning out and turned OH down to 0 and crossed my fingers. The cooling system activated and the autocannons seemed to be ok.

Once the drones were down I started working on his armour. It seemed to take forever and I kept spamming the scanner with short range, fairly certain his buddies would show up any minute. Too many days in the Bleak Lands with daily ganks had made an impression.
But no one came. He activated his double mid nos while I had my own running but it didn’t do much to my cap. I had been warned before about neuts but luckily this pilot had none, so I could happily keep smashing the hot plasma into his hull without a worry in the world. And then he popped. Podded him for good measure and looted the ship and scooped up the corpse.

A stroke of luck had given me a young pilot in a badly fitted battlecruiser. Still, it was one of the most exciting fights I’ve had.

Noob out.


I joined BDFS with starry eyes and dreams of becoming a feared pirate and pvp’er. After losing over 20 Rifters without ever winning a single solo fight, moral started dropping though and I wondered if I would ever get that first elusive solo kill. Then it finally happened. I think it was close to Heild. I found a Catalyst in an asteroid belt and decided to just head in close with guns blazing and hoping for the best. I warped to zero, and landed right on top of the destroyer and started pounding away. I was chewing threw his shields and armour, and soon enough his structure started taking some serious damage. All of a sudden I saw his pod warp off to some distant celestial and the fight had come to an end. I had done it! I had destroyed something!
Congratulations were given in chat and someone asked me for the killmail. I was more than happy to oblige and opened up my combat log. Nothing. I looked again. Not a single kill. Someone in chat said that it might take a few minutes some times. I waited and looked through the combat log around ten more times. Still nothing. Miura asked me if I had seen the ship explode, but i had been too high on adrenalin to remember any details from the fight.
Later that night I pieced it all together. I took a stroll through the ship hangar and had a look at the Rifter I had flown when facing the destroyer. I noticed that the afterburner had burnt out. And one of the auto cannons. And…the scram.
What had probably happened was that the pilot of the destroyer had aligned to a celestial once (s)he had understood that the end was nigh. Just before exploding, my scram must have burnt out and the ship warped off to safety. What I thought was the pod warping off was the actual ship. My first kill was no kill at all.

Shortly thereafter I got my kill though. Not the most amazing kill, but the feeling was intense. I had finally blown something up!

Enter the Dragon

Posted: January 7, 2013 in Uncategorized

About one and a half month ago, I entered the world of New Eden for the first time. My clone was awoken in Gallente space into a world that at first was highly confusing to say the least. New Eden is huge. I spent my first days reading up on the different professions and also went through most of the tutorials. Some time during those first days of innocence while working my way through the different tutorials and missions, I stumbled over the tales of Miura Bull and a post about Eve pvp and piracy. I knew from that moment that this was what I wanted to do.
Not long after I fitted up my first Rifter and headed out to find my first victim. Somehow I managed to use the d-scan to find a Retriever in a nearby asteroid field and fired up the afterburner. Hands shaking I managed to lock the Retriever and the sound of my autocannons reassured me that victory was close and certain. And then. The sound of an explosion. Through the window of the shaking pod I could see what was left of my first Rifter pass by, now a smouldering wreck of twisted metal. I warped away and hid in a very unsafe spot for a while before I returned to the university to calm my nerves. Pouring myself a glass of whiskey I tried to figure out what the hell had happened.
This is what had happened. I had attacked a miner in highsec and had been taught a hard and swift lesson by the law of New Eden. No doubt the first of many hard lessons to come. Although my first attempt at piracy had been an utter failure, I new this was what I wanted to do. The rush of adrenalin as I had fired up the afterburner and thrown myself with guns blazing into the heat of battle was intense. I wanted more.
The studies at Caille Uni were finished and I started doing missions for agents in low security space around Trossere to save up for more Rifters. I focused mostly on jobs in the security sector to hone some of the basic skills of combat. It didn’t take long before I found the Black Dragon Fighting Society and sent in an application.

Some of the members suggested I make the trip down to Heild to get my ass whooped prove myself in solo battle. The trip to Heild was 19 jumps away, further than I had traveled before and I could only hope to make it there with my new Rifter in one piece. Finally there I got my new Rifter blown up in a couple of minutes after entering system. I had found my new home and a place in the Black Dragon Fighting Society.