During their last SOTA, TEST announced they were deploying to Stain. Space Violence, who stage in nearby Curse, decided to greet them with a Moa “Welcome Party”.
Welcome to Stain
Right after the ping, Violent People quickly assembled, jump cloning from their farming systems and getting ready for battle. It did not take long for a 100-man strong Moa fleet with Ospreys to form. Under the lead of our FC Kendarr, also known for :parrot:, we undocked, and started gating to meet with our fate.
Landing on a perch off the TEST Fortizar, the fleet was ready to fight. We knew that the enemy was forming Feroxes, and several Carriers and Supercarriers were undocked. We watched as the numbers in local increased. From what we could see, we would be facing over 100 pilots. We waited.
The Ferox fleet finally undocked. Around 50 Feroxes, along with Basilisks and Scimitars. Not willing to fight on the same grid as the Fortizar, the Violent People warped out and jumped into WHG2-7, where we set-up on the entrance gate.
Comms were quiet, the fleet was listening to the scout and FC. Fleet discipline is one of the strengths of Violent People, along with bravery (or stupidity?).
TEST jumped in, and the butchery started. Feroxes were falling quicker than broadcasts could go out, while the Moa fleet was holding without any issue. Targets fell one after the other, logistics breaking, overwhelmed. After a time, the Ferox fleet pinged off, leaving a good chunk of their fleet as wrecks on the field.
A long-range cruiser fleet lead by Bjornbee, a notorious streamer, landed at the same time. Violent People also pinged off to get into a better position. Feroxes went back to the gate as we were aligning to the cruisers. We warped in again, to finish the fight we started, even though this put us in range of the sniping cruiser fleet of Bjornbee. A cyno was lit… but not by us.
Carriers rushed in, first one, two, then ten, fifteen…
Flights of fighters were inbound. We focused fire on our targets, knowing we would die soon, ready for our last stand.
All modules overheated, we burned our Moas down, applying as much violence on them as on our enemies. When our DPS was too low to kill anything more, the remaining of us left the field covered in wrecks, ours, but also those of our enemy.
After the fight
Killmails started to rush in. We looked at our surviving fleet, modules almost burned out. Most of our logi was dead, but we had what we wanted: a fight.
The Battlereport is out: we won. We lost half our fleet, but we killed as many Feroxes. Our Logistics died but killed the enemy T2 Logistics.
Welcome to Stain, Test. Let us introduce ourselves: we are Space Violence, and here we stand.
“Violence Guarantees Citizenship”
If you are an Imperium member looking for PvP, or you live around Catch right now, you might have heard of Space Violence. This squad is dedicated to PvP, but not just “PvP”, we mean PvP. We currently stage out of Paradise, ready to dunk on CO2. Do not trust the name: Paradise is more like hell to our enemies.
We will fight, outnumbered or in T1 ships against T2 ships. We take lost fights if we feel they are worth it. We will try to crush you, we will drop on you, and die in a ball of fire only after you die.
Remember this: Space Violence, Best Violence.
Join us if you dare, fight us if you can.
We are Violent people, and we only die the best way: like a baller.
This was a message from Space Violence Propagoonda. Everything was true: we kick ass.
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