The past couple of days (the one’s I’ve been here) have been a little quiet but entertaining nonetheless.  A couple of days ago we were generally wandering around looking for mischief and avoiding large blobs that were roaming around waiting to gank anything in sight.

Some pretty good kills, namely a taranis solo by Rodney in his T1 frigate.  Sadly by the time I arrived the taranis was already scrap metal but Mynx managed to get in on the action.

The rest of the night was pretty quiet apart from when someone said they’d seen an unpiloted cheetah a jump over, just sitting at a gate in high sec on the boarder to low.  Tempting indeed but we suspected it might be a tarp (for tarp, read trap :p).  No one plucked up the courage to go and yoink it, until Ronin decided he was game for it.  The problem being he’d need to be in his pod, in high sec then grab the ship and get it out before the faction police popped it.

Jumping through into high sec in nothing but his pod (crazy crazy guy) he landed at the gate.  Approaching the ship from 11km  (and somehow not being popped by someone) he went to board it.  You could hear the excitement building as the distance slowly ticked down and the ship was to be stolen right off the gate.  One slight problem – it was actually manned.  Whether someone had got there or it had been manned all along was a mystery, but it caused no end of laughter on the Vent server.  After giving the pilot a friendly wave, he returned to low sec.  Cue more hysterics on Vent.

Later we had a blackbird warp to within a few hundred km of the station, and it just sat there.  We suspected it might be a prelude to something, but it didn’t move and didn’t engage.  A few of the gang tried warping to various points to get it within scram range but no joy.  

I remained hidden and slowly closed the gap on the ship.  Not wanting to de-cloak and tip our hand it was slow going as my ECM cruiser inched closer and closer waiting for someone to get a point on it.  I would have to be quick and get to my gang mate as no doubt the blackbird would overpower the frigates small targeting systems, break the lock and scrambler and warp off.  So the order of the day would be blackbird VS blackbird while the frigates took it down.

A few warps here and there we were no closer to getting a point on it.  Seeing what was going on the pilot must have been wary that we’d get in close pretty soon, so he left sharpish – probably a wise decision on his part.

Last night, again pretty quiet during the times I was there but we did find a mission runner on the scan.  We also found a falcon – which was guarding him.  By the time we’d got an accurate probe hit, he’d warped out.  The plan was for the small gang to deal with the mission runner, while I tackled the falcon to give them locking and shooting time.

So nothing extraordinary to tell so far, although there’s always tomorrow and Friday nights are piracy and grog night \o/