“It takes a while to catch up when you have so much going on that you can barely keep your head clear.”
DUVOLLE LABORATORIES FACTORY
GRISPIRE SOLAR SYSTEM
PLACID REGION
GALLENTE FEDERATION
I sat at my desk nursing a cup of synthetic coffee and smoking a cigarette before finally motivating myself to get up. I checked my chronograph, and realized that we still had about twenty minutes before our Customs Office came out from its reinforcement cycle. Gisl, my Magus-class Command Destroyer was prepared, and help was on the way.
I sealed myself in my capsule, only to undock, and warp to a pocket of space that I had established that I could scan from. I ran directional scan as well as monitored local telemetry. As the minutes ticked down, I definitely noticed an uptick of activity, and one of my pilots directed my attention to the spike in numbers in the system.
The trap was sprung. One of the pilots in our fleet had just finished scanning, and the fleet jumped into system, warping to the enemy fleet which planned on destroying my corporation’s Customs Office. I smirked as the fleet landed, and the fleet commander began calling targets.
The next few minutes to anyone watching from the outside would appear to be chaos, but our communications were clear with the exception of targets being called, and broadcasted targets as well as broadcasts for remote repairs.
The enemy battleship fleet lost its remote repairs as well as its electronic warfare first, and then the next to die was the pilot identified as their fleet commander. Battleships were dying all around, and it was a magnificent testament to the viability of cruisers, as well as a bloodbath. At the end of the battle, the Customs Office remained, and the entire enemy fleet had been destroyed with very few exceptions.
I snickered as I secured the area for those salvaging wrecks and picking up pieces from the destroyed vessels. “Well, that was fucking beautiful,” I said to myself.
END