“You sure they are alone?”
“For the hundredth time yes!” Shark snapped back, “They are the only other people in local, there is no logi on the other side of any of the gates and no other corp members within 10 jumps. Now are you ready for the warp formula or not?”
“Ok sorry, sorry, I’m just a little stressed. This is nothing like Nullsec, I have a billion ISK plugged into my skull, this is my most expensive Proteus to date and this guy supposedly just wants to serve us 4 Navy Battlecruisers for dinner? I have this nagging feeling that he has something up his sleeve and if shit hits the fan you can’t do anything to help.”
“Look its 2 Brutixes a Harbinger and a Hurricane, all military, you and Cyran can do this. Now, what are your orders?”
Motoko took a moment to assess the situation. The targets knew her combat history as well as Cyran’s and were openly challenging us to a fight in something that didn’t have much of a chance of winning. Why would they do this? Was there neutral logi sitting in system somewhere or a backup fleet 2 jumps out? There was just too much about this that didn’t seem right.
“Moto make a decision,” Cyran said calmly. “You wait too long and we lose them.”
Motoko took a deep breath. “Ok here is what we are going to do. Cyran, you warp in first. Shark, I want you to give him a close warp in so it seems like you screwed up. Cyran point the Harby, primary it and burn away form them putting them between the entry gate and you. The harby is most likely a longer range ship as is the ‘Cane, they won’t worry about you pulling range, let the Brutixes chase you down but keep at least 10k between them and you. When you have them spread apart enough I’ll warp on you at 5k and wreck the Brutes first. While I am killing them you burn back, try to finish off the harby and make sure that ‘cane doesn’t get away, then it’s just a matter of cleaning up.”
“What if others show up?”
“Simple, we kill them too. Shark, are you in position?”
“Moto I’m always in position.”
“Good, Cyran jump, Shark, standby to warp him.”
“Alright I’ve landed.”
“Sending warp formula.”
“Warping out, decloaking, links up.”
Tense seconds pass, Motoko was feeling that surge of energy she always got when entering combat coupled with uncertainty of not being able to see what was going on. Not having any control, hoping Shark did good recon and no one else was coming. From here on out it was up to Cyran to do his part and let her know when to come in, she hoped everything went as planned and waited.
“Moto, jump jump, warp 5k Cyran.”
Motoko lined up her ship with the gate, accelerated into it and shut down her navigation and scanning systems in preparation for the jump gate to take control. The gate flashed sucking her ship in, then nothing. It was always a weird feeling jumping into another system, even more so when you have that adrenaline rush going, the gate pulls you in and you expect a feeling of acceleration but its not there, you weigh nothing, you feel nothing, even the artificial gravity of your ship has no effect on you while in jump. Clouds of dust blur around you and you feel as if you are in a tunnel, then all of a sudden it clears.
Motoko struggled to push away the jump fatigue and get everything online as fast as she could. She got her ship moving to break cloak, locked onto Cyran’s fleet beacon and accelerated into warp.
Everything was perfect.
Cyran followed the engagement plan flawlessly, allowing her to drop out of warp right on top of the two Brutes. It was go time.
She pulled around locking on to both Brutixes and accelerated towards one, locking him down and going to work melting his shields. Luckily they were firmly holding on the the bait. Cyran had the better tank but was playing the role of the tankless kiter enticing them to focus on him leaving Motoko to do her work with her superior firepower. They succumbed to her guns in short order.
“Cyran, Brutes down, Harby on short point, transfer long point to the ‘Cane.”
“Roger, ‘Cane on long point, lets send them home.”
“See Moto, I said you two could handle it.” Shark prodded as she landed on grid to help with cleaning up the wrecks.
“You’ve never steered me wrong Shark. Now get out there and find us more fights.”
“AYE AYE MA’AM”
“Smartass.” Moto replied just before shutting her comms off to wind down from the after battle jitters. Highsec Wardeccing was proving to be fun.
And the hunts were just beginning.