“Today he was Judge, jury and executioner”
It was early in the evening when I first got word that The Judge betrayed Circle-of-two, and the Keepstar in 68FT-6 was now in our possession. Pings started coming for strategic fleets, but I quietly made my way towards the forming Hellcamp in a Flycatcher. I’m not sure why I chose a dual MASB(medium ancillary shield booster) fitted Flycatcher to make my way up alone in. I have quite a few interceptors gathering dust in the Goon land, each one of them with kill marks from some random strategic op and left in a station or citadel I’ll likely never stop in again. When I left Circle-of-Two, I thought I would never again dock up there. My lockers were firesold long ago, but the memories of that Keepstar always remained. At this time, I didn’t even know we had temporary blue status the entire way up there; I thought for sure the way there would be gate camped. It was the main reason I didn’t burn up in an Onyx – at least the flycatcher would be nimble and burn back to a gate, coax some into red boxing me, and split the camp then jump through. All of this was for naught; the entire way was blue. Each system I passed through had a sea of friendly faces waiting to greet me on what was to be a day of closure on the feud that had brewed for so long. I finally arrived at the camp, bubbles were already set in a big circle, and a ‘LOL’ was being onlined above the Keepstar. The uhh rocket ship with escape pods was already hanging proudly below the once beloved home to our rivals.
I didn’t like Circle-of-Two at all, it wasn’t even goonery that caused my distaste. I had an interview with gigX a few weeks back that was, let me tell you, quite pleasant. This may come as a shocker I know, he was actually pretty cool to me during the thing. My wifi dropped during the conversation but all in all, it was a pretty good. I had been camped in 68FT then as well, but I had come neutrally and with a positive attitude to talk to the dudes. Let’s just say the situation deteriorated quickly, grr goons was the line members sperg and frankly, they were the rudest dudes I have ever spoken with. It felt like the movie The Interview. It was like the round kid and the grocery stores, all a front. So this time, I went to 68FT, instead of in a ceptor with no weapons and a cloak. I went in my favorite catcher, armed to the teeth, with more bubbles than one could ever need. What I didn’t have, was ammo. I had just recently bought that Onyx that I mentioned, sitting at 530m on an alliance contract, which dropped me to a whopping 6m. I mean, this is cool or whatever, I have a doctrine Onyx to take for the Mittani’s mass HICTORS pings, or so I thought, it had almost everything, almost. No rigs, damn I thought, not even in its cargo hold. Goonery at its finest of course. Anyway, with six million ISK to my name I set up shop.
The first few hours went great, local was a lot like Jita, but there were no ISK doubling schemes to be seen. It was a mix of what I can only describe as the recruitment channel, mixed with a trollin’ channel, laden-heavily with “firesale me your stuff plz” spammed in. The Hellcamp itself was nasty, I’ve seen some camps before but, the drag bubbles formed a three-sixty around the Keepstar. Even the ‘LOL’ itself was a drag bubble trap waiting to snare any potato who tried to warp to the Keepstar or in line with it. Hics were everywhere. With full graphics, you came undocked from the station and it was the color of mars. Thick with red bubbles snaring everything but interceptors and T3’s. Sensor Boosters were needed, the camp killed everything that undocked with a swiftness and if you weren’t fast you were sure to miss it. Insurance fraud was in abundance as Circle-of-Two members fed us their carriers for the platinum insurance, knowing it would never see space again under their command. We received word that a dread of ours had gone wayward and was slow-boating through a system being chased by sabres, Either he bought a firesale and didn’t jump it or he didn’t have fuel but he definitely was gating this dread. We all eagerly awaited the killmail we knew was coming from jumping a dread gate to gate.
I spent the majority of the night at the Hellcamp then went to sleep. Thinking maybe it had died down a little when I woke up I undocked to a still massive Hellcamp, and a system full of trapped enemies. TEST had a presence, along with Brave and were still trying to win over the hearts of the fallen CO2 members. By this time a new eve propaganda song came out by RMT Records, featuring The Judge set to a Johnny Cash tune.
It quickly became the soundtrack to the Hellcamp. Local still swelled with neutrals we had agreed not to shoot and given tethering rights. We were even letting a few corporations leave, with a temporary no-fire pass. I had blown all of my ammo and was buying whatever I could from the Keepstar. I quickly ran out of ISK and stopped firing T2 ammo and switched down to regular. Finally, I had nothing left but bubbles. I had to return to Delve. After a quick bit of krabbing(highly controversial krabbing mind you), I podded myself and returned to the Hellcamp. By now the news that gigX was banned had got round to everyone. I don’t think anyone truly thought the outcome would be banning. Oh was the salt being mined then, let me tell you. “But the Mittani! In the Wizards Hat!” quickly became a point of contention and a hilarious meme to us bees, let me tell you. #freegigX became a thing, which also, let me tell you, was stolen and memed to hell by the bees.
Finding myself back at the Hellcamp I took my turn babysitting the standing fleet. Tiredly I poured through our forums(horribly posting where I just couldn’t help not) looking for anything that advanced the plot. Would we keep the Keepstar? Would we cart it around Delve like a trophy of some triumph, on a sort of weird tour? I went to sleep again in 68FT, in the Keepstar named “The Judge sends his regards”. I woke up again to the same sized Hellcamp, though around now some of the men were a bit tired of being there. Some of them had been taken out on strat ops and left, to my amusement naturally. I asked for a show of hands who wanted to head back, I thought maybe I’d take them back but only a few x’d up. Most were content so I stayed. I spent my last night at the Hellcamp, flying around an interceptor I had bought off a very desperate firesaler. He thought I was going to use it for travel fit. It was terrible for that, but all in all, nicely set up for pvp, so I just warped around the hellcamp catching ‘elite Tristan pvpers’ and potatoes who still didn’t know the Hellcamp was standing.
I woke up, talked some smack to Hordelings who had been trying to contest with the Delve super krabs for firesales. I wonder if they did well. Anyway, I headed back to OK-FEM with a jump clone once more, abandoning my prized flycatcher and firesale crow. Oh well, at least I have a few more tried and tested ships sitting in places I will likely never dock again. At least my Onyx got left behind. All in all, it was a great Hellcamp, I survived a call-out thread, which let me tell you is unfortunate, my posts are so shit AMOK will soon want me. As I write this, Circle-of-Two has been disbanded, finally closure is found. gigX is permabanned, TEST bought the Keepstar from us, so much for our moving trophy tour, and now I have this stupid song stuck permanently in my head.
So I guess there is only one thing left to say really, someone please buy my 68FT firesale.