…Don’t bring a knife to a gun fight.
Seems the aura of cataclysm that shrouds Worlds Collide extends even to the hapless and helpless almost innocent bystander. There I was minding my own business Sunday morning checking the markets and queuing up skills when Wilhelm logs on to Eve.
Apparently, he was going to take another crack at his level 4 mission Worlds Collide and was looking for some backup. Now, I’ve been concentrating on getting my mining ops set up to open up the isk floodgates a bit before I start looking for (and affording) a battlecruiser. So, the only thing I had laying around was a lowly Caracal.
Not a bad little cruiser, but nothing compared to his Raven. But, what the hell, its insured, kernite is selling well, I’m looking to upgrade soon… how bad could it be? As I said to Wil before we warped in, “Its a Caracal.”
We warped in, Wil grabbed aggro and…
I became an imbedded reporter recording the battle for posterity. It was like that fresh faced kid in the war movies that catches the first bullet when the gate of the landing craft first drops after telling you all about how he’s going to marry his high school sweetheart when he gets home and how they have this little piece of land, etc. etc.
Ok, well maybe not like that, but just about as damned fast. The only way I could have died more quickly was to be an ensign wearing a red shirt. A moment of silence for the loss of the “Joy Buzzer.”
At least the end came swiftly. Without any kind of backup mission ship, I hung out and watched at Wil and corp mate Dread face the onslaught. No spoilers here–You’ll have to read the Noob’s blog for the outcome.
But as the Twilight Cadre’s embedded reporter, I was able to catch a few screenies of the action in a relatively leisurely fashion.
All things considered, it was actually pretty instructive for me to be a fly (or pod as the case may be) on the wall.
My pride was bruised, but my spirit was undaunted. Let me tell you, its a hell of a lot easier to be “undaunted” when kernite is selling for 350 isk per.
As in all things Eve, each door closing opens another, or maybe the corpses of the fallen feed the fields for future’s bounty. Like I said, the kernite market has been good and I already had most of the skills (and I needed a new ship), so Wil’s naked aggression and my unbridled noobishness FORCED me, I tell you, to upgrade.
I give you the newest member of the fleet, my shiny new Drake battlecruiser, the “Indefatigable”.
Just as I was about to start fitting it out, Gaff logged on and was looking to run a mission or two. I had barely purchased the new beast (let alone learned how to fly it) and he patiently waited while I fitted it out with most of a passive tank and what passed for weapons largely out of the random kit in the corp scrap yard.
Although we only ran a few missions, I’m much impressed with the Drake so far and look to be doing much more pew pew.