Sunday, 7 June 2009

A Tusker at Last

The last solo kill. This had been bugging me for weeks now. I'd had enough, today was the day I was going to get it. I plugged into my trusty Incursus and headed off looking for targets. To my unbridled joy, I came across one almost immediately: an Exequror cruiser ratting at a belt. I eagerly warped in and landed right next to him. I locked him opened fire and tried to scramble his warp engines. The paranoid pilot must have had a full rack of warp core stabilisers fitted to his ship though because he still managed to warp out. I took a hefty toll on his ship though, getting him into half armour before he fled, but that wasn't much consolation. The universe was teasing me. Presenting me with juicy targets, and snatching them away before I can land the finishing blow. Bitterly, I carried on with my hunt, scanning all the while. My next target was a Caracal cruiser, a missile boat. So long as it wasn't fitted with assault missiles, I would be able to dodge the majority of its fire. I scanned him down and landed on the belt; a little further away than I would have liked but close enough. I got hit a couple of time approaching the ship but once at orbit distance I was safe(ish). He was in structure when another ship landed on the belt with us: An Ishkur assault frigate. It was obviously this pilots mate as it immediately targeted me. I desperately tried to land the finishing blow on the Caracal, but the Ishkur got its drones on me. Once again I had snatched defeat from the jaws of victory. I escaped with barely a quarter structure. This was getting tiresome.

I was complaining about my rotten luck over the communications network to several friends when I happened upon a Cormorant destroyer at a belt. I locked and scrambled him. My guns tore into him, and, blissfully, he melted. The blossoming explosion of his ship was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I had broken my ill luck, and my Tusker application was finally complete. I put the application in and all I had to do now was wait for someone to review it. The ill luck was definitely broken, as I got a Coercer destroyer and a Rifter frigate on scan at a belt. I landed on a fight already in progress and targeted the frigate. It escaped though so I moved on to the destroyer. The Rifter pilot had already demolished the ships shields, and I finished what it had started. Eager for the next day to arrive, I docked up at the station and had an early night. When I woke up the next morning, I checked my mail. One of them was a congratulatory letter from Wensley of the Tuskers. Finally. I was a Tusker.

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