![]() There was no one here to shoot, no one here to prey upon and the desert was dry. The lights were off, no one was home.ĭespite my realization I was undeterred. There didn't even appear to be a night-shift running in the region. And while that may be true you still need a skeleton crew at home to turn the knobs and take inventory. After all it was I who stated just weeks before that the newly erected 'Russian Northern Coalition' had deployed to the south to rekindle old grudges. In my fervour I set out into the ruins of an Empire to prey on the fresh meat that should now live there only to find that the savages have turned feral or have simply died without the oligarchy that oppressed them to feed them their meals or provide them a reason to live.īut you might be inclined to correct me. There's no one in local chat, except for maybe one or two who are docked, snug as bugs in rugs and they have no intention of undocking to collect ISK via ratting or mining let along put themselves in danger with me lurking about. One jump into constellation KWCZ-A, a perfect cluster of systems which is prime to be pillaged by greedy souls and all I see are ghosts. But as I drift further and further from those systems, and approach what should be high quality space, plump with resources and perfect tru-sec I see fewer and fewer faces and am admittedly confused. I'm doing what they're doing, except I intend to do it in the heart of their territory. ![]() They happily wait in the tall grass to catch the occasional flounder. Groups in their ones and twos like to wander around the entrances to Deklein to the North. I wasn’t wrong about the hounds at our gates. But for now, with my wallet to consider - I favor the Rifter. But in the hands of a skilled, high-SP pilot it’s an even more deadly beast and its big brother the Jaguar can be fit to do even more damage, and take even more of a pounding while retaining the same agility. There's a reason that it was and still is a flagship vessel for our newer players. It’s flexible and fast, hard to pin down and it can unload satisfactory firepower. The Rifter is a viciously efficient vessel. Depending on your perspective, I'm either the high-flying eagle or a rat sneaking in the dark. Soaring out of sight by my lonesome through space, preying on the unsuspecting. I've always preferred the life of the solitary player. I'd move quickly, silently, and hopefully I'd catch a few fools in the belts or on gates. After all, how can you complain about the prospect of PVP at your doorstep? You simply can't. I fancied the taste of new blood in Branch. With the war long over and a new empire in its place, I thought myself quite the sneaky nightshade as I set off in my Rifter headed to the far North from the Clusterf*ck's seat in Deklein. The aforementioned invaders that overran the regions known as Vale of the Silent, Branch and Tenal were stopped in their tracks once they made their bull-rush towards the Clusterf*ck and now they pad back and forth like jackals at the gates of Deklein. No longer a component of the NC but far more sly and youthful than the elder whose shadow it once stood in. Just another empire toppled by the invader, another knife in the belly of the Roman senator. The fat greasy technetium derricks would do no more work for the Northern Coalition, instead they'd work for White Noise, Raiden, and Pandemic Legion.īut that war seems so far gone now. They kicked down the towers and put up their own in its place. It was these kicks, knocks, jeers and sneers that eventually led the urchins to band together and overrun the city. You can picture the pompous nobleman kicking the street ruffian while he's down and then belly-laughing as mud greeted the face of the floored underling. It was in an act of drunken hedonism that the Northern Coalition jingled its proverbial coin-sack whilst carrying the smuggest of grins in the direction of the Drone Russian Federation, and when the DRF barked the NC responded with a boot heel. The arrogant 'IT Alliance' had witnessed the Northern Coalitions fury in the north-west many moons prior and it seems ironic that the same arrogance which ultimate led to the defeat of IT Alliance would bring about the same end for the NC. ![]() Their torches bright and their response to hostility was to unleash a hellfire on enemies the likes of which they had never seen. ![]() In their infancy the walls of their citadels were patrolled by a watchful guard.
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