The pod drifted in space, Mike looking out as the target of the battle-group finally crumbled under the capsuleers fire and the remaining ships warped away. He listened silently as fingers were pointed as to ‘what had gone wrong’ and who was to blame. Even as the other pilots discussed it, though he could hear the difference. They were not looking for blame, they were looking for the best way to handle battles. As the discussion flowed nobody was put on the defensive and the ships smoothly gathered the emergency pods of the crew of the ships that had been lost.
He reviewed in his own mind the events that lead to the loss of the scorpion White Glacier. The first wave alpha had cost them a guardian and a scorpion. Before they could get the logistics ring re-assembled a second scorpion had also been lost. Mike had watched his wing-mates crumble and vanish under withering fire and had continued to keep his targets locked and jammed and prayed that the damage dealers hurried up and removed the teeth of the sansha. They managed the rest of the wave with no more losses but they had been staggered and were fighting from a disadvantage. When the second wave arrived two of the assault craft had been too far out of place but were burning back in swiftly. The enraged enemy was again doing their best to remove the free capsuleers from the field, switching target to target trying to find a ship that the logistics could not follow to fast enough. The weakness turned out to be capacitors. They drained a logistics ship dry just as they opened fire on the Glacier and help could not be rerouted fast enough. Mike calmly reported the speed his ship was falling and almost caught hope as the armor zigzagged under the one round of reps the guardian managed to pump out before being cap drained again. The hull was only a seconds work for the incoming fire.
So there he drifted . . . alone in space. Watching and listening. Learning. The lessons taught were harsh and expensive . . . and necessary.
Mike did not plan on giving up. He took the lessons to heart, let the fires that had melted his ship temper his soul and make him that much better.
That much better of a weapon to be turned against the Sansha.
As he headed for the station a contract tossed him some of the salvage of his lost scorpion. His wallet flashed with a gift from the fleet commander to help replace the ship. A good fleet took care of its own.
A good fleet does take care of its own people. That is how it keeps good people and trains others to be better.
We had tried a new tactic with a new FC but everybody was tired and it cost us. I still think a blitz tactic is possible . . . we just failed at it that time.
So what will I do with the isk? Make a new Glacier? No, I want to try each of the main types of ships and let you know how they fared . . . so next it will be an Oneiros Stay tuned and I will let you know how that goes . . . .