We had a small to medium gang roaming around Providence when word of a U'K fleet of interceptors and assault frigs nearby reached our ears. I was in my Ishkur named Isuldur and was asked to provide eyes in the next system and "get off the gate" which means 150+ km so I can scout and still hop-warp to the gate if need be. Unfortunately, I didn't have any such bookmarks in that system so I foolishly decided to make one instead of hugging the gate.
Six enemy ships were in system, three Crows, a Wolf, a Jaguar, and something else I do not recall. I warped away from the gate and then back at 100 km and started to burn out with my afterburner to 150 km. A few seconds late, when I was at about 120 km, the enemy fleet warped to the gate. I was too far to snag but two crows warped off and I knew they would be back at 100 km to cut the distance. I should have warped off at that point but I was 134 km away from the game and moving fast, I thought I could reach 150 km and then warp to the gate before they caught me.
I was wrong.
I hit 150 km as they warped back, but the slow down to turn around 180 degrees gave them the time to land and lock me. Just as I reached almost 75% speed to warp, they scrammed me. Since flight was out, fight it would have to be!
I figured I was dead. Too close to the gate for most of my fleet mates to warp to me, to far to burn out to. Regardless, I locked up the two Crows and activated my weapons (3 blasters, 1 nos, 1 warp scrambler, and 1 tracking disruptor... yes, I know, they don't work on missiles but I was in "throw everything at him!" mode) as well as my defenses, a small armour repairer and a damage control unit. My shields were gone in a flash but momentarily the armour held pace with the damage and a smidgen of hope blossomed in my breast. "Warp to me if you can!" I pleaded to my fleet.
Suddenly the Crows attempted to break off and a warp disrupt bubble expanded around me as some fleet members were able to warp and a Flycatcher dropped a bubble in hopes of catching the enemy. But they made their escape. Well, all but one. Remember that Crow I locked and threw everything at? Well, once I remember my drones and had my warp scrambler on him... he started to take a beating. I'd like to think I would have killed him myself but I don't mind sharing the killmail with a mate in a Hurricane.
That was a close one. I'm one lucky bastard tonight.