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Welcome! This is the web journal of an up and coming pirate in the cruel and prosperus world that is the EVE Universe. This journal aims to document the victories, misfortunes and learned lessons of a pirate just starting out in the trade. I am currently roaming with FLA5HY RED [FLA5H] and am delving deeper into the world of Piracy. YARRRRR! o7

5 September 2010

FLA5HY RED

Formed by those of us who chose to break away from The Black Rabbits, [FLA5H] is a tight-knit group of old-school pirates who keep things simple and don't have time for politics or drama. An efficient and democratic leadership has been established and we have already begun making ourselves known in our new home.





Last night we headed out to the stomping grounds. For me it was new and unknown territory and for some of our senior members it was a welcome return to the place they had never stopped calling "home". We headed out and after some blob-dodging and sniffing about we found ourselves a very cool fight. We had a nice well-balanced fleet ranging from Assault Frigates up to Battlecruisers and our scout had found a Hurricane in a nearby belt. The rest of the fleet was holed up in a safe and poised for a warp-in when the magic word was called.

"Point!"

The Hurricane is doomed as the fleet begin tearing into him with guns and missiles when all of a sudden a Vagabond and a Zealot land simultaneously on top of us. My knowledge of ships is still a little shakey in places, especially with the more expensive non-Minmatar ships and I had confused the Zealot as the Amarr Tech 3 Cruiser. It began locking my little Wolf and expecting more ships to arrive at any moment I took the oppurtunity to bug out.

This was very thankfully followed by "I got 'em both jammed" and there appeared to be no sign of any other ships so I immediately warped back into the fray. I landed to see the pretty fireworks of the Hurricane and I immediately started burning toward the Vagabond. As im locking him, I hit the guns and scram to ensure he doesn't escape. The Zealot at this point had been chased virtually off-grid and had left his fellow HAC pilot to die, neither of which had been able to throw more than a couple of volleys. Just to ensure maximum financial damage, we popped the T2 wreck after looting it and we headed back to our safe spot.

On the way home we found something a little special and decided to bookmark it for later, but for now we felt we were on the road to making our presence known in the local area. I would like to give a big shout out to our friendly neighbours The Python Cartel and hope they continue to shoot us in the face whilst extending their friendship.

-Mr Kha

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