Out of nowhere, my Invincible Stabber's propulsion cut out.
I was under attack! Kaldar Andedare, who had been following me around and giving me the "carebear stare" in his Caracal, fired upon me, the rightful ruler of highsec. Treason!
This was no ordinary ganking Caracal. It was equipped with tech II heavy assault missiles, a weapon designed to be a high-DPS option for missile users. Even more diabolical, it was firing Mjolnir missiles, deliberately exploiting the EM resistance hole in my shields, which peeled away at an alarming rate.
The missiles kept coming, with no Concord in sight. Was this the end of the Invincible Stabber, the flagship of the New Order?
No, not really. Concord arrived and the Caracal popped.
But then, just as the dust was settling, more assassins dropped into view. Kaldar's EM missiles had only been the first wave, weakening my shields in preparation for the real attack. It was a trap!
I immediately recognized the rebels. A few months earlier, they had organized a terrorist attack against me involving three Catalysts and a Brutix. The attack failed because the Brutix pilot, along with the mouthy Catalyst pilot Billy Love, had lost their nerve at the last moment and didn't pull the trigger.
Last time, they had been scolded for their lack of resolve. They were determined not to repeat the mistake.
But the Invincible Stabber is nothing to be trifled with. wekko2's Catalyst was the first to go down.
Eager to get myself in a good position to loot their inevitable wrecks, I swooped around toward my enemies. Jennifer en Marland, the Brutix pilot, was penalized with a good bump for her troubles.
As I rifled through the wrecks and examined the rebels' involuntary donations to the New Order, I received more combat notifications. Frozen Corpse James315 showed up in his Griffin and pelted me with a few rockets, hoping to get his name on the killmail that his fellow rebels had promised.
Billy Love, tardy as always, was the last to open fire. By the time he activated the weapons on his Catalyst, the battle was long over, and my shields were regenerating faster than he could drop them.
I surveyed the rebel graveyard, a monument to the senseless violence they had committed against me. In plotting their elaborate attack, they had carefully calculated all of the EHP and DPS statistics. But they had neglected the most important factor of all: They were fueled by hatred and ignorance. The New Order is powered by love. They were destined to lose.
The Battle of Vattuolen was won. It was a devastating defeat for rebel forces. They lost over 100 million isk of ships and equipment. I gathered 26 million isk worth of the infernal devices and vowed to put them to good use. Among the confiscated weapons were no less than six webifiers. You can web an Agent of the New Order, but you can never slow down our cause. For it is just.
Always a good sport, I applauded the doomed criminals for at least not abandoning their fellow gankers mid-battle this time. The locals were disappointed to hear of the morale-shattering outcome. Disappointment is the only fruit that the poisonous anti-Order rebellion is capable of bringing forth. Trusting in the Invincible Stabber is by far the better option!
