It was a nice and relaxed monday evening when Naanook and I decided to take another try in expanding our roams to low-sec. In earlier attempts we either got blown or returned safely to Rens, but without the highly anticipated kill. Over and over again we had to refuse our crews to paint any low-sec killmarks on the fuselages of our Rifters.

A few days ago the stereotypic monotony of scanning and warping through the belts without receiving a reward would finally come to an end. We safely arrived at our favourite scanning spot in Amamake when local was filled with loads of experienced capsuleers. But also several young pilots were trying their luck as well (like us). Setting the scanner to 360° we detected several frigs in the system, the favourite prey for our wolfpack. Narrowing down the scanning cone, we were able to track a Rifter at Amamake VI, Belt 3. Since Naanook did a nice scouting-job before it was on me to hop into the system to try a nice little tackle manouver on our potential opponent. Slowly my senses returned after the exhausting jump and I could feel the presence of the other frigate. Just 30km away the enemy Rifter approached my position. And so did I. Full throttle and afterburner engaged I burnt in his direction, informing Naanook of the current situation. “I guess he is looking for a fight, mate! Get ready to warp on me!” Spiralling in, I targeted his hull and engaged my autocannons when I arrived at a comfortable orbit of about 1000m. His guns answered my declaration of war and we slowely chew through each others shields.

Naanook was already on his way, when all of a sudden a strange feeling overwhelmed me. The stars began to flicker and my consciousness began to fade. With a bang I was drawn into a parallel universe that I usually experience when I lay asleep in my hangar dreaming. But now  I was in the midst of a fight. Not the best situation to lose control over your mind and body. When I regained consciusness, I realized that I was sitting in a darkened room facing a prehistoric monitor. One of those models, commonly used in the beginning of the 21st century. The weird thing was: I could still hear Naanook via the intercom yelling at me. He arrived at the battlefield just to discover my Rifter not being under my control anymore. Without any hesitation he instantly engaged the opposing Rifter. While I struggled to find my way back to Amamake, he informed me about another Rifter entering the belt. He got targeted and pounded by several rounds of EMP S Charges, but the second Rifter couldn’t do too much damage. Bravehearted Naanook was able to survive both of them. Still….

I had a closer look at the monitor I was facing and discovered a small button called “login”. Well I guess I don’t have any other option: I firmly pressed the button. With a remarkable delay I suddenly found myself back in my Rifter. But where was Naanook and the two enemies? Still trying to figure out what happened, the engines of my ship went back on with a roar. Somehow my computer autobookmarked the scene of event before and warped me directly into the midst of a raging duel. Kinski II, my little Rifter had suffered severe structural damage when I was absent, but that wouldn’t discourage me from attacking the second enemy pilot. Unfortunately we forgot to tackle the guy. He warped out.

“F***!” I thought. “Still no kill!” But then … Naanook had a nice surprise for me: It seemed like I laid the final blow on the capsuleer frigate that I initially tackled. My ship (and Naanook of course) did a brillant job while I was floating around in this strange parallel universe called Real Life! Finally we had our first kill in low-sec.

A mail to our crews was sent, ordering them to prepare everything to engrave this killmark into our Rifter’s fuselages. Slowly our experience grows in this universe called New Eden! Fly reckless capsuleers and watch out for the Order Of IX!

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