The Sidelines (twice)

I logged in last night to find that our people had already found a good fight - or at least the probability of one - against Sleeper Social Club. We've met these guys a few times now and were looking to redeem the honor of our good name since our last fight against them was a catastrophic failure.

I didn't have any ships that would fit in with the fleet comp so I stood by in my trusty Helios and took notes, more or less. With 3 Bhaals and an Archon the support aspect of the fleet was rock-solid. The rest was armor-tanked strategic cruisers (standard fare for w-space fights).

Listening in on comms, but never actually putting eyes on the fleet, I had to rely on what was being said. Luckily things were smooth and clear during the actual engagement portions so I had a good idea of what was happening and could visualize it well.

SSC pretty much ran up against a brick wall, which was good for us, but they weren't running very fast so didn't lose a ton of ships, which was good for them. Still, the victory went fully toward Transmission Lost.

After that fight we rolled the static wormhole into a c5/c6. The static was empty, but had a ton of gas sites in it. After scanning down the c6 I jumped in, leaving another prober in the c5 to finish up the signatures.

Intel available on this c6 system was promising. It looked to be held by a small corp who had been running sites daily at exactly that time. Another scout jumped in and we put eyes on both POSes in the system, confirming the wormhol.es intel on the inhabitants. There were no ships at either POS and both had feeble defenses.

For a few minutes we were pushing the idea to stront-check the POSes, but pilots of the c6 corp began logging on. First it was a Buzzard which appeared to be completely lost, but we allowed him to scan down the system in his own fail fashion. His logon was followed by several others: 2 Moroses, a Domi, another Buzzard, a Rapier and a Tempest.

Keeping eyes on the POS I relayed all this intel to the fleet which was massing on the other side of the C5s>C6a wormhole. We were hoping to catch one of the dreads rolling the hole, but that was not to be. The targets decided to use a Domi and their Tempest, so we took what we could get.

Both battleships went down in a blaze of failure, while I waited and watched the dreads at the POS hoping against hope that one (or both) of them would warp in to save the day. Neither of them did and my hopes were dashed.

I didn't whore on the kills so my efforts go undocumented, but one day some one will warp a dreadnaught to a wormhole in a failcascading attempt to rescue a battleship. I'll relay that information to the fleet which will eagerly devour the failcakes and maybe then I'll whore on the mail. Maybe.