Tengu-geddon plz Helicity?

Nashh made his way down the main KBG hangar, repair and logistics crews buzzed around. Times where good, efficiency was up and kills came in aplenty.

The mile long hangar was filled with combat vessels of different sizes, all were ready for action at a moments notice. Although well stocked it couldn't compare to Nashh's private hangar which had steadily grown to keep Baggins happy, or at least he tried.

A lead engineer briefly requested Nashh's attention to sign for a new delivery.

'I haven't ordered or authorized any new purchases...' Nashh scrolled down the pad to see it had been Anabaric's order; Scimitar, fuel, ammo... He sighed; 'fine, for fuck's sake...'

'Just doing my job gov'ner' the engineer muttered under his breath.

Before Nashh could lose his temper a high pitched bleep came from an inside pocket, it was the call he had been waiting for. Pulling out his Neo-com he nodded for the engineer to move along; 'Carry on!' he ordered.

'Hans! how are you buddy?'

The response was crackled and came with a slight delay, nothing unusual as Hans was deep in wormhole space.

'Hey boss, just ringing to let you know this weeks loot has been delivered in Amarr'. 'Beaute said you wanted to talk to me?'

'Yeah just a heads up for you guys, the loot-sales are dropping slightly in value, the market is flooded at the moment'. 'Nothing to worry about though, we are still pulling in four billion a week'.

'Aye no worries...'

The connection broke off briefly, and static noise replaced Hans's deep voice.

'Hans?'

-crackle-

'...still here Colonel, what I was saying is that we should hope for some more haulers being destroyed in Jita with Wormhole loot...'

Nashh smiled; 'Yeah that would drive the price up nicely'.

The connection had turned to static again.

Nashh turned off the Neo-com and slipped it back into an inside pocket.

'Supply and demand' he muttered to himself... 'supply and demand hey...'

-o0o-

'Aaaargh! Cunts!' The Gallentean shouted as he burst into the quiet bar.

'Calm down Paul, sit down, have a drink' the bartender urged the raging patron. It were days like this where he hated his job.

Paul sat himself down, flicking his wet hair back before downing the drink that was swiftly arranged for him. 'Another!' he barked, 'Fuck!'.

Antoine the barkeep had known Paul for two years now. In between missions Paul would occasionally come in and talk big tales of combat and riches, his favorite subject other than himself was his Tengu class Strategic Cruiser; 'Amora'. Antoine hated men like him.

After downing another drink Paul seemed calm enough to explain his rage.

'Those fucking shits blew up Amora' Paul started to explain, 'and fucking podded me!'

Antoine smiled on the inside but hid it with a surprised look.

'Right here in high-security space! Can you fucking believe it!?'

'That is unusual indeed, what happened?'

Paul sat back for a moment and appeared to think. 'Well the logs show a small pack of outlaw Thrashers where responsible but that makes no sense, they must have been real professionals...Shadow Cartel or something like that, ever heard of them?'

Antoine refilled Paul's glass. 'They must have been...and lots of them too I bet, twenty, thirty maybe?'

'Six!' Nashh Kadavr had approached the bar unnoticed. 'Six beers please barkeep'. Five others had come in behind Nashh and noisily shuffled some chairs around a table. Maax leant back on the chairs hind-legs and put his grubby boots on the table, Ghazi proceeded to roll a cigarette containing illegal substances.

'Howdy...' Nashh whispered to Paul.

Paul didn't finish his drink before leaving abruptly.

Antoine smiled; 'On the house gentlemen...'

Back in the saddle...

The stargate propelled him many lightyears into the next system, the brand new Tengu hull shuddered around him. He smiled, anger and violence coursing through his veins.

'Align bottom station' fleetcommander Baggins calmy notified the fleet. A short pause and the command to warp to zero followed.

The Tengu had not yet been paid for and with his string of frigate and cruiser losses since his return Nashh should probably not be out in a boat of this value. He didn't care.

The warp tunnel enveloped around them, reaching full warp speed before exiting cohesively just above the rust colored Minmatar space-station. At the undock was the target, a Thanatos class Carrier.

'Target deaggressed, target de-agressed' Ghazi informed.

'Approach, overheat, go for bumps' Baggins calmly instructed.

Asakura was the first to make contact, pushing the Thanatos clear from the undock preventing his escape and securing it's downfall.

'Excellent bump!'

A further three carriers undocked in a desperate bid to save their ailing buddy, followed by several battleships. Sustained fire from the 20 man Tier 3 heavy fleet made the support rethink and they chose to re-dock, abandoning the Thanatos to it's fate. A brief standoff followed but it was clear the opposing party had lost the will to fight and thus the fleet thundered on.

A mere few jumps later and the fleet held up 30 clicks from the Todifraun stargate, an opposing fleet was inbound, ship-types and numbers unknown.

'Contact!'

'Drake primary, Raptor secondary, Myrmidon Tertiary, scratch that, Baddon primary..'

'They are bailing, no wait, Drake aggressed!'

'Drake primary, call points guy's.'

Comms fell silent for a moment as each pilots overview filled up, gasps and 'oh shits' where muttered. An estimated 50 man strong Eve Uni fleet rolled out onto the battlefield, mixed class ships of all sizes, supported by a few ECM boats.

There was a fire fight...

A flurry of targets where called, some popping faster than could be targeted. Boosted disrupters grabbing hold of whatever they could as Eve Uni members looked disorganized and some tried to flee. Some valiantly stayed to die with their comrades, lighting up bright blue before fading into nothingness. Some of their braver frigate, destroyer and interceptor pilots barged in making a wondrous mess of things before also exploding and propelling their innards into the vacuum.

As the dust settled on the Todifraun stargate and the field was ours to claim the extend of our success became clear. Zero casualties in return for downing no less than 19 vessels in a 3 minute engagement.

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The roam continued, engaging Eve Uni once more, claiming a further 5 kills before they tucked in their tails and ran. On route an unfortunate pilot deemed it clever to cyno in a Rhea class jumpfreighter into a system full of pirates. That silly boy completed this successful roam with a bang.

More shenanigans soon...