X0> “Bunker located – we have a Raven on scan, probably securing the bunker.”
Our crew had been travelling systems in low security systems along the Minmatar Amarr border. Our mission? To secure and control all the bunkers along the battle front. Our Covert Ops pilot, X0 had located a positive signal with his scan probes and to our surprise the Raven pilot had decided not to abandon his mission and seek a safe harbour despite our presence in local.
X0> “Okay, he’s definitely within the complex. Long range scans are picking up drones, wrecks and some militia.”
Our militia fleet of Amarr Battle cruisers slowly swung round to align with the bunker. After a few moments our gang was propelled into warp.
X0> “Target still on scan…”
NOXx> “Warp field collapse in 5 seconds…”
The small fleet sliced its way across millions of kilometres of empty space before finally coming to rest in a small gas cloud littered with wrecks and debris. The area of space we found ourselves in was densely populated with militia wrecks, twisted metal smoked and smouldered in the cold vacuum of space. The gas giant nearby had shed some of it’s gas in a cataclysmic collision with one of it’s moons causing a huge spiral of red gas to billow from it’s surface. The gas here was thick and inert and hardly any light from the systems star was able to penetrate. It was an ideal hiding place, used as a holding area for the Minmatar militia. B13 had noticed something hidden within the gloom. He zoomed his camera drones to decipher the image in his mind. Its form was unmistakeable, it was the Raven.
The propulsion systems of each pirate ship fired up and swelled with plasma as the fleet moved forward at best speed towards the enemy ship.
Moments later the ship turned and started to target our group. We responded in kind and soon a swarm of attack drones swamped his ship. Our fleets first salvo hit his re-enforced shields. XA, meanwhile scanned his ship for on-board cargo and modules.
A wave of Faction missiles struck into my ship almost completely obliterating the shield. Huge eccentric rings of plasma and static flowed into space around my ship as the shields gave way. Another salvo struck seconds later, this pilot knew how to use missiles proficiently. This time the Amarr Navy Armour held its ground and gave nothing away to the missiles fury. My heavy lasers continued to attack the Ravens shields firing a burst every second.
The massive Battleship lurched forwards as our combined firepower overwhelmed the stabilisers and jolted the ship. The shields crackled and faded slowly and we could see clearly that his faction tank was no match for the onslaught.
Without any shields and without a proper armour tank the mighty ship began to fail. We could see huge chunks of red hot armour peeling off his ship into space as our attack continued relentlessly. Eventually his armour broke and a massive explosion tore at the aft of the ship. The superstructure was clearly visible and flames and gas spewed forth from the wound. Our weapons stopped firing and gave way to silence. I could hear my laser turrets loudly snapping and cracking as they cooled momentarily while I initiated contact with our prey who had also ceased firing, knowing that it was a waste of ammunition.
I opened a comms with the Raven pilot to bargain for his ship and his life but there was no response, instead the pilot ejected from his ship and warped almost instantly into the distance towards a star gate. His ship was left motionless, smoking from the intense heat it had absorbed but still intact.
Our fleet moved themselves between the bunker and the Raven ensuring optimal ranges terminated on the warp beacon. There we sat holding the bunker, guns ready and expecting reprisal…
Faction Warfare - Part II