Take 90 bloodthirsty folks;
Throw in a dash of Rifter Hulls;
Soak in a few gallons of Beer;
Then mix well together for several hours and you get the perfect frigate roam.
That pretty much sums up Ganked 12: We Come For Our People, the most recent Ganked outing which saw us get back to our Rifter roots (yet again) and run into Null-sec.
This time around it was decided (by me!) that we would go to Syndicate, and not because there was also an Agony PVP class heading there too on the same night (okay okay…). So we formed up in Stacmon several hours before the off, eventually the fleet grew to around 90 pilots, with around 50% in Rifters, and many more in Wolf & Jaguar hulls.
And yes we conga’d, or rather tried too. The fail was not me this time. Although I do fail, in that I never ever take pictures on these roams, or even video then myself… See tgl3’s
Rifter er Blog for pictures.
Eventually we moved out on a small loop through low-sec towards one of the many Syndicate entry systems – I had chosen MHC-R3 for this particular night – and it was largely uneventful except for some smartbomb fit BS which failed at trying to kill us, however we derped and did not get enough points on them to defeat their warp core stabilizers, so they bailed too.
When we got into MHC-R3, to our surprise and our eternal glee was the Agony class and after some milling around, and the decimation of another dumb smartbomb fit battleship and its pilot, we got down to it, by warping to the sun and engaging the Agony class that was nicely sitting there waiting for our ragtag band of drunks. I called “Buttercup” in local which was my codeword for everyone to primary Azual Skoll, as well as spamming “Azual Skoll is Primary” over and over on comms. We got 55 of our band on his first mail!
Then our fleet set about the business of mercilessly destroying the Agony class with our usual élan, especially those RVB members who had taken part in the said class and the roam. Traitors to the Ganked cause fear our wrath! (We still love you though.) I pretty much only called when I could lock stuff – I spent some of the fight jammed (I love to hate the hydra principle when its used against me) and the rest trying to lock ships before they died. With some occasional calls to primary people I “know” from RVB or elsewhere. Then as suddenly as it had begun, it was over.
After a while we moved back to Harroule to lick our wounds, store the loot and corpses, and let the few losses reship.
Then off we went into deepest Syndicate once again, this time sharing intel with the Agony class, who had notice of a couple of carriers in the pocket near the Cloud Ring pipe, so we made our way in that direction, only – after a bit of a wait – for the intel to not lead to anything. By this point we were itching for a fight – and after some allusions to Azual that we would kill a friendly carrier – we said sod it and moved towards CR & Pure Blind, with a few kills along the way, some station services that needed shooting, and then suddenly a report of a Razor+other PB residents gang heading towards us, a gang of Hurricanes, Scimis, Drakes and the like. So basically the usual over the top welcoming committee you find amongst the risk averse denizens of large parts of null.
We joined battle, killed a few things, bitched about logistics, and slowly got whittled down or bailed ourselves back towards high sec, calling it a night. Was a great fun roam, even when stacked up against the highlights of Ganked 11, where we shot a titan. I look forward to next week and the sight of hundreds of missiles streaming towards their targets.
I shall leave you with another Ganked video, made by the illustrious Geddonz, one of our committed regulars: