In what I'm sure will turn out to be an utterly wrong-headed moment of inspiration, I decided I'd try and contribute a battle report for Monday evenings inaugural roam for Securitas' new corp, Concordiat.
Let's leave aside for the moment the utter lack of imagination and foresight required to name your new corp
the exact same fucking thing as the previous corp you founded, and focus on the fun and merriment we managed to have up-to-and-including dying in a fire to a moderately sizeable CFC gang (for the tl;dr inclined amongst you, we died).
So we start forming up somewhere between 03:00 and 03:30 for everyone's favorite suicide rupture fleet. Of course, in typical Securitas faction, at
04:30 we're still in Jan on the Nalvula gate waiting for people, because apparently forming up in less than two bloody hours is some kind of logical impossibility.
While we're there waiting for people to drag their asses to Jan, the truly inexplicable happens. A faction fit Hyperion that our scout spotted a system or two over with a couple of friends decides to warp to our 10 man Rupture gang (7 Ruppies & 3 Tackle) and aggress us on a low-sec gate, going GCC, by himself. Like, he didn't even wait for his friends to hit the field, he just warps in and does it live.
Of course, never ones to pass up the risk of whelping in order to shoot something potentially shiny, we immediately engage and manage to burn him down just as his three friends in a Brutix and a pair of Tornadoes land. Ultimately we trade two Ruptures for aBrutix, a Tornado,
and a faction fit Hyperion. (
link)
Dat Hyperion
So having had our
immense time wasting in Jan rewarded, we decided to go die in a fire in VFK poste-haste once people re-shipped and the missing finally fucking showed up.
We get as far as 2R-CRW when we hear that there's a 30+ man CFC BC gang in CCP-US on the 2R- gate, so we burn off the CCP gate wanting to try and pick off a few kills after they jump into us before we DIAF so we don't have to suffer the embarrassment and humiliation of having to fly home in a
suicide Rupture.
And we wait....and we wait...and then we come to the stupefying realization that a 30 man BC hang is
afraid to jump into 10 cruiser gang. I mean really? Really? Is this what this game has come to?
Securitas decides to try and get cleaver so we warp back to the other gate at 50km, hoping the BC gang will be stupid enough to warp to 0 on the out-gate. As usual, it seems
impossible to underestimate the intelligence of CFC gangs, and they do exactly what we expect. We start by picking off their bubblers and then find to our absolute bewilderment that they
jump out. (
link)
(For the record they may have warped off, I don't remember for sure as it was two nights ago, so sue me for some fucking creative license here.)
Finally a few minutes later they hike up their big-boy shorts enough to actually try and stay on a field and engage us, a truly impressive feat considering they had us outnumbered 3 to 1 in BCs against our
cruisers and we burn away, focusing on picking off as much tackle as possible before we
FINALLY manage to get ourselves killed.
They lose as much in tackle as our entire fleet was
worth.
I, for one, would like to congratulate the CFC for taking risk averse to a whole new fucking level.

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