Tactical Musings

There are some who would say the ILF is not unlike many of the other capsuleer groups that occupy the Placid region. This for the most part is entirely untrue when hailed by a fearful militia pilot the other day it took some time for me to explain why now that I had killed the pirate in system I had no plans to turn my hostile attention to said pilot. The idea that we as pilots of the ILF follow the ROE set out on our corporation description really does seem to astound some people.

Keeping the peace in the Placid region is a very varied job. Things often go from dead to overwhelming in a very short period of time, thus maintaining a constant battle readiness approach is generally considered good practice. It is also important to vary your methods of destruction as you will often find yourself up against the same opponents time and time again. This style of combat means constantly trying out new fits for ships, without going into specifics commonly this can means using ships for roles they were never originally favoured for, turning a long range specialist into a brawler turning an exploration vessel into a sturdy tackle ship. Such tactics though reckless do often achieve results be they catastrophic or successful.

Thus losses are common and though painful they are considered to be part of our learning curve to become better pilots this is not to make light of the crew men and women lost in such destruction it is just a hard truth of our existence. We are not alone in these tactics, many of our opponents have similar practices though unlike us their pool of targets for testing there ships on is much more varied.

Well I seem to of meandered around some point for long enough but I guess my basic message is if a member of the ILF is in local you only have to worry if your a pirate, criminal flagged, -5 or below or if you have shot us before, so until we meet under such circumstances,

pratya yavati and fly safe.

Going Nowhere Risking Everything

Sitting down on a stool I began to observe the other occupants in the bar. There were a few of us in residence, to an average baseliner we were no different to anyone else. To each other however we were obvious. I managed a slight nod to the girl seated at the opposite corner of the bar and shared look with the man by the pool table. Out in space either of these two might of attacked me without a second glance but now in a bar full of baseliners there was a sense of union and acceptance.

I smiled at the girl behind the bar, she was tall and dark haired. One of her ears, her left, was encrusted with a mix of something between jewellery and circuitry. Implants were slotted into her neck in a combination of professional and obviously amateur jobs. Her arms, one of which was a cybernetic modification, were held loosely at her sides and her face held a look of general disinterest.

"Namas young lady may I have a dark rum on ice and a bottle of Quafe." She grinned back at me, "Lady, well that's a new one, I guess it's a mark up from honey or sweetly." She turned and started to prepare the drinks cracking open the Quafe with one metallic hand and scooping ice into the other glass with her normal one. She placed the drinks in front of me and went on to serve her next customer.

Before I had even got the glass to my mouth I could smell the intoxicating perfume of the drink, knocking it back in one I the took two swigs from the bottle of Quafe. As the alcohol hit the bloodstream my body relaxed slightly and for a second the aches and pains felt less but then the sensation was gone...

Drinking in station bars can be dangerous especially without body guards but surprisingly enough many capsuleers do it despite the dangers I guess the risk adds some extra adrenaline to the experience maybe it's just because watching the baseliners just reminds us how human we are.

((OOC)) An Apology

An Apology
((OOC))
Ok so I would like to start the year by saying sorry for my silence over the last 2 months, work plus exam preparation both took up a large amount of my time and completely ruined my appetite for writing. A second apology to all those who I promised a special post in the new year it's not ready yet I had it planned I wrote 800 words but it's just not there yet it also was a victim of my lack of appetite.

Now I would like to say thanks to those who have been reading over last year you are the ones who make it worthwhile and it's also always great to hear from you.
Also as its new year I will make a resolution to post a lot more this year though I might slip a little OOC in as well as the RP but we shall see.

As well and I'm not quite sure how this works in a blog but I would like to do some shout outs for the year it's a pretty long list so bear with me.

-Well first to all my amazing Corp mates at the ILF who put up with me and my habits.

-Second to Nuke Cave for all the excellent fights

-Milo Camen for teaching me the finer points of scouting

-To my CEO Sakaane Eionell for not kicking me :p

-To Tryaz and co for some excellent PvP and his Chronicle recordings

-To All the Staff at the Declarations of War Broadcast

-Aedre Lafisques for being a faction war pilot but not a pirate

-Jandice Ymladris for being a great reporter

-James Syagrius for always providing someone to shout at in OOC and IC channels

-Djimbo Pakkat for hauling my stuff

Ok I'm sure I've forgotten people but basically if I have had fun with you this year cheers qqqaand thanks.

More posts incoming, till then fly safe