It Was In That Moment…

Posted in After Action Reports with tags , , on October 12, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

There are some fuckups that are just too surreal for words.


My fleet had been out hunting for quite some time with limited success, as for some unexplainable reason, the systems that we had been traveling through seemed relatively empty.  I had just called for a fleet warp to the Nennamaila stargate when one of my scouts called out that they had observed a Thanatos-class carrier bearing private designation on the Immuri stargate in Hikkoken.  The large majority of my fleet was made up of frigate-class hulls and variants, and I thought for a moment whether or not we should risk the engagement.  I keyed fleet communications, “As soon as we arrive at the Nennamaila gate, align back to Hikkoken stargate and prepare for warp.”  “Jack,” the scout called, “I’m being aggressed!  I’m going to need some help over here.”  Without hesitation I barked over comms, “Full fleet warp Hikkoken stargate and jump on contact.  Upon arrival, I want all electronic warfare focused on fighters as they’re launched.  All weapons on the carrier itself and for fucks sake stay the fuck out of smartbomb range.”  The fleet arrived at the Hikkoken stargate.


I took a moment to clear my head as my exterior camera drone feed came back to life, projected across my retina.  I then willed Haukr, my Sentinel-class Electronic Attack Ship into orbit around the hulking vessel which had chosen to engage one of my fleet-mates on a stargate, prompting an immediate response from the sentry guns positioned around it.

“Jack, fighters deployed,” one of my pilots called out.  I engaged the neutralizers on board the tiny vessel, and launched drones as I keyed comms once again, “Get me electronic countermeasures on the fighters and ensure we have multiple warp disruptors on the Thanatos.  This is too good of a score to pass up.” 

The carrier pilot was a fool, but at least he was a smart fool.  As soon as he realized that the squadrons of fighters he had launched were being jammed so that they could not target or engage, he would recall them, and try launching them again, directing the pilots to try to pick off targets within my fleet, but my electronic warfare pilots were on top of them as soon as they’d launch.  The carrier began to slowly drift away from the gate, partly in thanks to a collision with an Orthrus-class cruiser at approximately four-thousand meters per second.  Even if the pilot of the vessel could manage to deaggress from my fleet to gain clearance to jump through the stargate, he was already outside of range, and the stasis webifiers being applied en masse significantly hampered his maneuverability.  The capital vessel’s pilot began a practice in insanity, repeating the same action multiple times yet expecting a different outcome.  Beyond being jammed, his fighter squadrons were beginning to experience losses to the swarming frigates and drones, unable to respond due to their inability to lock targets.

The Thanatos’ shielding failed, leaving the full brunt of the incoming weapons fire to begin damaging its armor plating, and while the frigates themselves weren’t doing much damage alone, due to the sheer numbers, and the support of the sentry guns, the massive vessel’s armor plating began to show wear as it began to buckle, warp and holes began forming, the molten metals giving way to the hull plating below.

“Jack, I hate to be the one to put a damper on things,” one of my pilots called out, “But what if this is bait?  What if the pilot lights a cyno beacon on the carrier and calls for backup?”  “If that turns out to be the case, we just warp off,” I chuckled, “I mean, it’s not like he can target any of us very quickly.”  The pilot breathed a sigh of relief, “You do bring up a valid point.”  “Of course I do mate, now keep shooting,” I laughed.

It was a slow grind through the capital ship’s armor plating, but finally telemetry reads showed that we were making headway against it, I smirked, “Alright ladies, this is it.  Armor is gone, and telemetry is showing numerous hull breaches.  If he’s going to light a cyno, it’s time for him to shit or get off the pot, but I think this guy was just fucking stupid.”  It was obvious the pilot of the Thanatos wasn’t about to go out quietly, as he still attempted micromanaging the fighter squadrons that launched from his vessel, only to have them rendered completely ineffective, the swarm of skirmish frigates having essentially defanged the vessel.

“We’ve got numerous hull breaches and as far as I can tell, the reactor on this thing is exposed,” a pilot called out.  I did a quick check of telemetry feeds, all the while maintaining the orbit around the now doomed vessel, “All pilots, overheat weapons, let’s fucking finish this thing off.”

Several large, jagged holes formed in the hull of the vessel, and it appeared almost as its toothless maw was smiling at us.  A salvo of Nova Javelin rockets launched by a nearby Jackdaw-class Tactical Destroyers screamed through the void in the vessel’s plating, striking the reactor.  Telemetry feeds showed a massive energy spike within the Thanatos itself, all of the lighting flickering, and then going out for good.  The vessel was evidently out of control as it started to list, a shockwave being emitted which buffeted the shields of all surrounding vessels.  The launched fighter squadrons were now vulnerable to attack, and that is exactly what we did, finish them off to leave no survivors.  The dark space around us began to be illuminated by a warm orange glow as the hull of the once beautiful testament to Gallente engineering began to bubble out into twisted chunks of molten slag, secondary explosions being triggered throughout the entire vessel.  Then a sudden, bright flash illuminated the entire area as the reactor went critical, exploding and causing massive segments of the vessel to be sheared off and projected outward.

All was silent on comms for a moment.  Then the channel erupted into a chorus of loud cheering, shouting and laughter.  One of the newest pilots in my fleet laughed, “Holy shit Jack!  That was fucking intense!  I’ll be looking for when you’re running your next fleet, because if we can get in fights like that, I want to be a part of them!”  The newest pilot in the fleet asked, “So, why’s everyone so excited?  And what the hell is a Thanatos anyway?”  I laughed and keyed comms, “Mate, we just killed a capital ship with a gang of frigates.”  “Oh,” the new pilot said, “Neat I guess?”  Everyone had a good laugh at the comment.  Another pilot keyed up, “Hey Jack, so what’s next?”

“Align to the freeported Astrahus, coordinates have been broadcast.  Let’s go dock up and grab some beer, also, I need a smoke,” I said with a smirk.




Thoughts From the Commander #205

Posted in From the Commander with tags , on October 11, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

Just because you make a threat doesn’t make you threatening.

Thoughts From the Commander #204

Posted in From the Commander with tags , on September 20, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

Your life really has to be shit when you’re looking at everything from the point of view of rock bottom.

Thoughts From the Commander #203

Posted in From the Commander with tags , on September 16, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

You are a fool if you sell your soul and think that the Devil ain’t coming to collect 

The Standard of Violence

Posted in After Action Reports with tags , , , on September 5, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

“There was once a man who said that violence was the gold standard.  This has been and always will be true.  But just remember, with violence of action should come planning.  And if your plan is based on an assumption, you’ve already fucked up.”


It had taken some doing, but I managed to dodge some local bounty hunters, who were quite keen on attempting to take on Bacraut, my Hurricane-class Battlecruiser.  But, I had managed to get to station without incident, simply because they didn’t want to take a risk.  I was standing in the concourse of the station, surveying one of the market terminals to make some last minute preparations when a message came up on my NeoCom.  It was from a member of Goonswarm Federation:

“We know you’re forming a fleet.  Plan on doing something, because we’re waiting for you.”

I smirked as I finished up my purchase, and started back toward the hangars.  As I entered the public hangars, I noticed a very large crowd of people talking, smoking and finishing last-minute checks of their ships.  I stubbed out my cigarette, and called out, “Alright ladies, we’re launching in five.  So make sure you’ve got everything you need.  That means ammo, paste, drugs, you name it.”  The group acknowledged and went back to pre-launch checks.  It a matter of minutes, I was sealing myself back into my capsule, and I watched through the exterior camera drones of the Matari Battlecruiser that I piloted as many pilots boarded their ships and prepared for launch.

“Fleet, we’ve got clearance, go ahead and undock, and align to the Ostingele stargate,” I said with a smirk, “Scouts, go in and get me a SITREP.”

The voice of one of my scouts came across fleet comms, “Well mate, looks like a cruiser fleet.  Goonswarm and Tactical Narcotics.  About thirty in size.  Mainly Moas, with a handful of Ospreys.”  I ran the numbers in my head and a sadistic grin came to my face, “Alright, full fleet, jump the gate, hold cloak, and prepare for immediate action.”


The stargate surged with energy as my fleet jumped into system, short range sensors picking up a large contingent of Moa-class Cruisers.  With a series of short mental controls, rock music started to churn out over the internal comms of Bacraut, and a target was broadcast.  “Full fleet, decloak and engage broadcast target, Moa-class, close range.  Spread tackle, and Command Destroyers, separate the logistics from this fight.”

The two Command Destroyers in fleet began burning toward the enemy logistics cruisers, and spooled their Microjump Field Generators, quickly removing them from the engagement, making it so they would either have to warp away, or burn back to fleet.  At any rate, we were committed.  The next few minutes was a seamless transition between targets, multiple Moa-class cruisers being destroyed along with a few of the Osprey-class, the enemy fleet’s own Bifrost-class Command Destroyer and a pair of Drake-class Battlecruisers.  That was when I heard the transmission, “Jack, we’ve got an Archon on grid with us!”  A quick check of sensors revealed an Archon-class carrier being piloted by Cephalosa Galactica approximately two-hundred kilometers from the engagement that we had turned into a killing field.  “Interceptors, get me warp-ins on that carrier!  Do not let it get away, and ECM, be prepared to jam fighters.  I hate this fucker, so let’s not let him get away,” I barked over fleet comms.

I held my breath as I called targets, the wait was killing me.  And then it came, the one transmission I was waiting for, “Archon is tackled, warp warp warp!”  I shouted across comms as I willed my Hurricane into alignment with the Amarrian carrier, “Pull drones and align to carrier!  Warp and engage!  ECM, clear those fighters, focus all fire on the carrier!”  The warp drive on the Hurricane dropped me approximately five kilometers from the vessel, and I engaged tackle, as well as the weapons on my vessel, “Hello Ceph.”  There was no reply, but I could already tell that Cephalosa was raging, and trying to get support.  As the Archon’s armor failed to structure, a Thanatos-class carrier entered the fray, and was quickly tackled.  “Overheat weapons, two cycles, do NOT burn out your weapons,” I said to my fleet, only to have the Archon-class carrier detonate, a very impressive blast wave and debris field accentuated by the hulking wreck of a once-proud vessel remaining.  “Engage the Thanatos.  It is going to meet the same fate as the Archon,” I said with a smile.  “Jack, Apostle landing approximately one-hundred seventy-five kilometers,” one of my scouts called, “Orders?”  “Close range and try to tackle it,” I replied.

The Force Auxiliary was clearly out of range to provide support to the doomed carrier, but unfortunately, prior to the scouts getting into tackle range, it jumped out.  The Thanatos began listing to its starboard side, only to lurch forward.  The pilot for a moment thought that his support was coming, only to watch the armor plating sheer away, and have hull breach indicators screaming in his mind as the Apostle jumped out of the system.  And just as soon as the chaos had started, it was over.

The weapons of all vessels in the area fell silent.

Goonswarm Federation and their allies had lost a sizeable portion of their fleet, and two capital ships were reduced to twisted, molten slag.  The members of my fleet began looting and salvaging the field, only to return to station for a brief celebration, followed by setting off further into space.


Thoughts From the Commander #202

Posted in From the Commander with tags , on August 28, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

Sometimes you will have people who complain no matter how much is given to them.

A Little Propaganda

Posted in Artistic Lethality with tags , , , on August 6, 2017 by Jack Carrigan

Recruiting Poster 6