Saturday night chaos

It was typical Saturday night. I had enjoyed few amarrian brewed goods and was looking for something to do. As usuall, most of our wartargets were enjoying their time at stations with cheap booze and exotic dancers. I decided to make little trip around my current home system in my favorite Hurricane, Tähtimajava, to seek possible ways to kill some time. I traveled through Pimebeka just to be annoyed by dozens of cargo rigged hulks. I was thinking about fitting a suicide battleship to have something goes boom, but at that time it felt too much troubled to get ship ready for that kinda things. After few moments I jumped into Anjendin system. First thing I noticed was an unusual amount people in local channel. "This might have potential..." I thought, as there is an ice belt and no station in that system. A quick scan detected several hulks, macks, cans and drones at ice belt. "Jackpot!" slipped from my mouth behind my widening grin. I made a quick check that I had hauler close to system to score some isk from icy loot if no one wanted to engage me. (Which i was pretty sure wouldn't happen as I was still sitting in a battlecruiser.) "Cap boosters? Check! Ammo? Check. Drones? Check..." I also made system checks, turned the music up little bit louder and took my last sip of dark ale and jumped into a belt. When I reached the belt I first checked all possible target cans. Suddenly a hauler jumped into the belt and rushed to collect a can bit further away from my position. "That one!" I decided and hit my afterburner. I passed by the slow hauler and managed to jettison my own can wondering at the same time "Why in the hell I had a Gallente mining laser module in my cargo. I quickly flipped those icy blocks into my own can. Those surely would provide enough cooling for my drinks for months to come. Seconds passed and nothing happened. "Oh well i still got a nice pile of ice" I thought, feeling bit disappointed. What happened next was something I couldn't imagine even in my wildest pod-fluid filled dreams. Something decided to lock me! "Righto, here we go..." I mumbled and and saw my ship's systems screaming a message about something trying warp scramble me. What I noticed next hit me like jackhammer. "What a he... Tengu?!?". A quick situation analysis provided me with the sad fact that as I was sitting in buffercane and I probably would be toast. There is no way I would even imagine being able to break that thing before it would eat me for a late supper. I let out little curse when Caldari navy heavy thunderbolts begun to hammer my shields. "It's only isk..." I thought and locked all my offensive systems at the Tengu. Then all I had to do was to pray to every single Amarr god and their sisters. However, those suckers failed to respond so I decided to call out to the next best thing, my corp, TRAPS. Me > "RR needed fast at Adjentin" Corpmate > "There is no such system" Me > "Anjendin please hurry if you can" Corpmate > "Fitting reps and omw. what you got there?" Me> "I have one scrammed Tengu" Several members > OOW! (On Our Way) While talking with corpmates and waiting for the cavalry to arrive, some of the Exhumers decided to join fight but I ignored them. I was so focused on the Tengu, I didn't want to mess it up. Afterward, I did feel silly for not killing them. I got excited. So sue me. The Tengu pilot switched his targeting to my drones and got few before I had even realized they were dropping like flies. My autocannons tried hard to push through his heavy shields, but the progress was lackluster. My armor was being chewed bit by bit by missiles and drones. There was no escape for me from this one, so me going down with guns blazing seemed only possible thing to do. I yelled into comms, "I'm melting!" I got the reply, "Warping!" from my new best friend. The last pieces of armor vanished when our Dominix landed next to me. "Whoah, that was close one!" I thought as I watched my ship's armor get put back together piece by piece. Meanwhile, a group of corpmates set their course to the system as well. I had to ask some of them to bring me more ammo as my supply was getting low. I kept hitting my target as hard as I could, pumping tons of projectiles at it. It was a hopeless stalemate. I couldn't break my target's tank and he couldn't get away. My corpies kept my cap filled to the brim and armor didn't lower single bit. We decided to ransom him as he probably was getting low on missiles at this point. I opened up a convo and tried to contact him. No answer..... I switched to local channel and proposed a ransom negotiation. As i tried to figure out how much ransom should be and talking with the rest of corp, he finally decided to answer my call. I wanted to know how much he thought ship was worth to him and asked him to make an offer. He told me to he would pay me fifty million when he was out of system. Right! I let him know that i thought he was joking and he raised it to one hundred million. That was more like insult. I told him that what I had in mind was something like one billion. That was followed by the typical complaint from people like this, that 100 million was everything he had. Sure... The last thing I told him was that I was in a good mood and that five hundred million would be enough to save his shiny new ship. He rejected offer one last time and the fight continued. In middle of ransom negotiation, another corp mate was kind enough to get me fully fitted Tempest. As ransoming was pointless now we decided to switch ships. Other corp members kept bumping the Tengu as I boarded that death-dealing Tempest. The only thing that worried us was the possibility that the Tengu would get away before I could lock him again. "All systems online... except sensorbooster..." I ignored the smart ass computer and locked on target once again. I hit warp jammers and growled, "Bite this!", as I turned on those huge energy neutralizers. 650mm Dualies started their salvos with drones giving little bit more buzz to the doomsday symphony. Soon I heard someone saying, "Armor!". After my guns punctured through his heavy shields that covered the oh so gentle armor plates, the fight was over in seconds. After the fight I ran a battle analysis and was shocked about amount of damage I pumped into that T3 cruiser. The only thing that disappointed me was the quality of the loot in the wreckage. Well, a killmail was worth the effort of the fight and I went to bed smiling like an idiot and doing some happy dance moves. I think at some point some one of my "friend's" corpmates came to the belt to harass some of my support fleet, but I am not too sure about that. I didn't mention any names in this story because I don't know if they want to be publicly embarrassed. You can always check our killboard though if you really want the specifics. :) To my truly awesome corp, I love you :) Thank you very much! I hope I can return the favor someday. Special thanks goes for my corporation that gave me a place to stay and nice people to hunt with. My apologies about my bad English but I hope you still enjoy my little story :) - Kissa PS. almost forgot to add the killmail for the lazy folks. tengu killmail