Celebrity Death Match

I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. "Play for Blood," remember?
Doc Holliday - Tombstone

When Nash contacted me originally for a duel, I had no time to take him up on his offer. This time however I not only had time, I had the inclination to get it done. I opened Eve Fitting Tool, pulled up my Anti-Nash Rifter Fit and headed over to Dodixie to buy it. I told him that we'd be using Tech I frigates, that he had to fit a point, and finally that he was allowed no ECM modules.

He made his way over to me eventually, and we met at the sun in Ethernity. I tend to fly one fitting when using the rifter. Very seldomly do I change my fits around as the basic fit works at hardly any price. One thing I knew about Nash from reading his blog is that he researches the folks he's dueling and tends to fit to fight them. So I decided to throw him a curve ball. I loaded an Arty fit Rifter with a MicroWarp Drive. I tossed a single piece of Barrage in my holds to keep up the charade, and jettisoned it into a can for him to steal from. He did so, almost certainly chuckling to himself, and made a can himself. I took my Barrage back and we flew thirty kilometers away from each other without speed mods.

The battle was not that exciting, he never put a round into my shields or armor, but it was a valiant effort. He gave manual flying a couple of goes, but one of those cost him most of his armor and the remains of his shields as his transversal dropped and my Arties ripped into him. In another thirty seconds he was dead. I grabbed his loot, told him it was a good fight and then took off towards my home base in Gicodel.

Sadly that means I have to retire the Arty Rifter now from all future duels. It took a while, but it did the job so it will be missed.

On the Merc front, we did a small escort contract today and by tomorrow I should be off R&R. I also managed to get 8.03 with the Sisters of Eve during this R&R and fit out alot of Tech II frigates to use.

Good Day.

PS: Nash, turn on comments for your last post.

Once Upon a Time In Ardar

Wasn't long before the story was relayed to Texas Red

But the outlaw didn't worry men that tried before were dead.
Marty Robbins - Big Iron

Spectre hadn't been to happy when he saw my latest post, but I didn't care. I dialed him up and offered a duel to settle our differences. Rifters at Dawn. He accepted and we both made our way to Ardar for the final showdown.

As I passed through the gate I warped to the rendezvous point. Spectre was waiting for me thirty kilometers away. His Rifter looked fairly customized, but in the darkness of space I found it impossible to make out any details.


We began to close the gap almost immediately. His targeting system went active before mine, but none of our modules reached out that far, so it didn't matter. Mine locked onto him shortly after that and both our webifiers activated at the same time. His ship tried to pull into a close orbit, but I outran him and held distance. I knew he was less skilled and hoped he was using EMP ammo instead of Barrage.

The decision to take a far orbit instead of a close one is almost risk free. If he's loading EMP I'll win by keeping range, if he's loading Barrage, we'll be even and I can make more decisions from there.

In this case he was obviously packing Barrage, so I went ahead and pulled into a closer orbit to break his tank. It was a good call, but his guns were cutting pretty hard into my own armor. My guns began to hum as I set them to overload. I watched huge chunks of his armor fly off as the hypervelocity rounds chipped his ship. Our armor repairers were doing nothing to stop the onslaught, and suddenly we were both in structure. This was going to be a close one.

I saw I had the capacitor for another armor rep, and activated the module. Almost as quickly as my readout showed more armor, it disappeared again as a Phalanx rocket exploded against my hull. His armor growed just a bit but then was shattered again by my own autocannons. As the last of my armor flew into space I overloaded my afterburner. There was no turning back now.

The guns on my ship were starting to show the strain and I stopped overloading them, losing them would be foolish at this point.

His autocannons were making short work of my hull, punching holes through the fuselage and through the crew compartments. Luckily for them I had left the crew in Hek. They'd complained then but I was glad of my choice now. My own guns were punching through his hull just as quickly. We both reached half hull at the same time and then I was surprised to see one of his guns explode, taking his other autocannons as well.

And then his ship became a bloom of rapidly expanding plasma.

It was a good fight, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Of course Spectre has a different view on how things took place. He is of course a liar and a rogue. He says he had Republic Fleet EMP loaded, but the killmail clearly shows he had Barrage loaded into his guns when he died. My honor is proved, his reign of terror is over. I am content.

Good Day.

Aw Shit Son.

There are few things in this life that I've ever been sure of. I knew my wife wasn't coming back. I knew I'd win re-election last term, and I know now that Spectre sucks.

Ramir Jonas - Gallente Senator

You probably won't recognize the man in the picture, that's alright, not many do. That's Spectre, the Eve Newb. He's that guy that lost during the last blog banter contest. He's been on a bit of crusade recently about his really very stinging loss.

He believes he was cheated! Spectre, if you're reading this I've got a little message for you.



I'm throwing down the gauntlet, you wanna rumble? We'll rumble. You wanna pick daisies in the fields all day with the sun shining brightly in the sky and a warm breeze gently wafting... uh never mind.

Point is, I'm throwing down the gauntlet.


Bring it son.