So far February is not shaping up well for me. Last week I lost two Rifters in two engagements and now this week my fail continues.
I logged in and decided to retrieve a jump clone way out in Caldari space. As I was zipping in an Ibis to base, I got reports of a fleet moving to jump on a group of pilots running a mission in Aeschee which was 6 jumps from my base. I moved as quickly as I could and jumped in a fast Dramiel to try and get there in time but was too late. It turns out the "mission runner" was a bait Drake from Tuskers and our fleet ran full tilt into their fleet, loosing a couple ships in the process (and not even getting the Drake). I arrived in system just as the action died down. Dammit.
Seeing the fleet was stood down, I went back to base and decided to roam in a Thrasher. I heard Tama was busy lately ("TAMA! IS! SAFE!") so set a course for Black Rise region, looking for targets as I went. I arrived in the notorious system and spotted a Cormorant in a Faction Warfare site on scan. I warp in and see the Caldari destroyer 60 km off. I start burning towards him figuring he'll make a run for it... but he doesn't. Instead he starts moving away from me... Hmmm, either confident or noob. I assume the former and start making plans to run. We're both MWD fitted but my speed is 500 km/s faster than his, not enough to close the gap before his weapons chew through my shields.
Then a Caracal warps in through the gate. I'm not too worried about it since its many klicks behind me but its obvious that this is a trap so I align and warp to the sun.
Now kids, listen to Uncle Kirith: if you warp to a celestial, they will see which one you warped to. So don't sit there and admire the scenery when you come out of warp.
There was some wrecks at the sun so I was curious and moused over them to check them out... when my friends land on top of me (along with some battlecruisers) and I'm quickly slag. So stupid.
I'm a long way from home so I dock up and decide to try and fit out a ship to head back in. I buy a Jaguar and some basic fittings, just enough to threaten any foolish haulers or whatever I run into on the way back. I undock... and see hostiles sitting on the undock. Of a kick out station. Yeah, shit.
Embarrassed, I flew home in my pod.
Tama, you bitch, I'll be back. Hopefully smarter and more on the ball, but I'll be back regardless.