[KB Battle Report]

Today I commanded what I consider to be the most fun heavy slugfest I've ever experienced. It started when General Bean joined heretics, starting a small roam, closing down some plex's and harassing the small amarr groups. About 20 pilots rallied, most in frigates ceptors or destroyers, with some cruisers and a fully T2 Megathron thrown in for good measure. After some unsuccessful station-games and closing some plexs, we finally instigated a fight by camping the Tuo gate in kamela. We ended up with our 20, still mostly small, one falcon and 3 RR BS on the gate. After some local whining and asking us to move to them, a star-example of amarr pilots jumped his abaddon into our camp prematurely along with a drake and blackbird. Our camp devoured them, and about 45 seconds later the brave amarrians attacked our "blob" -- with 3 times the amount of battleships.

At best, we broke even. As it was apparent we wouldn't win, I ordered all but the nanos to leave the field after killing 2 more BS's. A phoon and drake left unpointed. I stuck around with the vaga crew, mopping up a ceptor that wandered too far from safety and popping the wrecks to deny the amarr loot. All in all we killed 3 BS losing two and some support, with one third the BS's they had.

I finally pulled back to Kourm for the R&R (reship and reimburse). As we did, I looked at what we still had, I looked at the crippled hostile fleet. More x's were coming in. It was hardly the time for mercy, we brought everything in. The fleet ended up being about 10-12 BS with a huge amount of cruisers and frigates supporting, 50 of us at the time that I ordered us to align to tuomata gate.

We began with another camp, only 15 minutes after the last fight. Epic smack was unleashed in local, both sides claiming victory of the previous fight, both bloodthirsty.

Praise the scouts. Two medium plex's were scanned out. Just the ticket I needed. We packed up off the Tuo gate and hit the first of two. We all sat on the gate as a pair of frigates timed it down. 10 minutes later it was finished. Intel was coming in, hostiles were getting anxious, a fight was brewing. I redeployed us to the second medium. Drones in, align, warp. Same deal, we began timing it down. A second time we set up the field, if hostiles wanted to fight, they'd have to deal with our falcon at range and theirs having to warp in at 0. I hoped the plex would last longer than it did and that they'd balls ups, but no luck. It closed and with only a bit of disappointment I set us up on the Kamela Control bunker. Perhaps the amarr would fight if they too could warp in at range.

Suddenly, a new medium appears. Quick question reveals we pulled it open.

"Drones in, all align to the medium"

Directional scan showed no hostile ships at the plex, but that could change. I had to get us there before they could set up. I had to get us there 5 minutes ago.

"Warping fleet, get set up, scramble to your optimal, drones out on contact"

When I landed I looked upon the field and realized the next ten seconds would be deciding factor. Battlestar Crusader must have been thinking the same thing I was, because the enemy fleet was landing just as we were. I kicked my micro-warpdrive full throttle and rocketed my zealot downwards to secure a high-orbit to command from. I called a geddon first, the first thing I could read as I burned away. I quickly switched us to the enemy falcon which had landed at 0 -- it melted. A raven presented itself next and melted under immense firepower. Scorpion next, then tempest. Now for the enemy's primary caller. I changed my zealots direction again and announced it.

"Battlestar Crusader in a geddon, primary." He tanked for a bit, remote reps were working in their favor, but not enough.

We kept at it, battleship after battleship. They seemed to be coming back, the list would go down, and then more battleships popped up on the overview. I noticed Battlestar Crusaders pod still on the field. Cheeky bastard was risking his pod to keep calling primaries. I called for frigs to kill it as I locked it up myself and let my scorch cut through the capsule.

"We're winning" I told myself. I shut out the concern and kept trucking.

I spotted the source of the remote repping. It was all too obvious. A neutral dominix and a known alt, just pouring remote rep into it's friends.

"Amon Xeno primary"

He went down incredibly fast. By now my watch list indicated most of our BS's had gone down despite the remote repping, but despite it I called another primary and another; they just kept melting.

"Bring another ship, bring ammo! Keep it up guys, we're wining this. Their numbers are decreasing. We were 20 minutes in from when the first hostile falcon imploded and things were looking good, besides the fact that hostiles were returning to the field faster than a Test-server whore to FFA 1 on Armageddon day.

It was the most invigorating, ruthless and determined I've ever seen the amarr fight. BattleStar was just not willing to let me hold the field. Some pilots had already lost two BS and we're coming back with a third ship.

We had reinforcements arriving as well. Our intial Battleship group was gone, the pilots gone to retrieve secondary ships, but a squad of new ones were just arriving and putting down the hurt. Additionally, a handful of battlecruisers (drakes ;_;) and nano's applied a significant amount of DPS to the targets. [>] This fleet was truely following my primaries.

I orbited this meat grinder for over fourty-five minutes. Primary after primary. The hostile nanos pulled away to 200K off after i called primary on one or two. Our large frigate/ceptor/destroyer squads seem to have that effect. The acceleration gate was literally being covered with wreckage, and one pilot was asking what ammo we needed.

"Antimatter L, Torps, and lots of em." Come to think of it, EMP L should have been on my list, but I was quite preoccupied with who I wanted to die next. Some tier 3's remained, and then, with twenty-six battleships finally out of the way, I made the call for points to be spread, and we devoured a pair of drakes, a ferox and a swath of cruisers and other unfortunate remnants of the "Golden Fleets" defeat.

We'd held the field. It was definitively ours.

"Great job minnies, GOOD fucking fight, let's see that in local. Clean it up. 15 minutes. All battleship and T2 cruiser losses will be reimbursed. I need scouts all over the place"

The amarr, exhausted of the option to attack our fleet on a frontal, the amarr made two failed attempts to deny us the loot. [1] [2]

Both geddon's went up in a pire of flame. Our focused-fire was incredible, at this point I controlled the fleet as easily as I did my ship. With a grin, I watched over the cleanup and got us home without another loss.

We simultaneously achieved lagging out the kill board server, and emptying the entire timezone of amarr pilots battleships in the Kamela station.

It was fifty minutes of continuous primary calling and undoubtedly one of the best ops I've ever run. My thanks to every pilot who was involved, the discipline and cooperation I received was amazing. Everything, the ECM, the remote reps, the right ships, the right attitude--right down to every primary, secondary and tertiary.

All in all, we destroyed 76 Ships for a total of 4 Bilion ISK, losing a recorded 36 Ships for a total of 1.294 Bil. 26 hostile battleships destroyed, 12 friendly lost. 8 BC downed, 2 lost. The support stats are pretty similar, still in our favor, as it was our support fleet combining focused fire with rapidly taking down sub-primaries on my call that may well have turned the tides.

Nothing but a damned good fight, flawless.

o7 \m/innies

I'm happy I was there, my best moment in EVE so far without a doubt (whored into 29 killmails in that fight and YEA I kept on the primaries all the time :) MG did a brilliant job FC'ing and nothing but gf's in local after the fight. The Amarr certainly earned our respect for bringing the fight.