Joe Phoenix > this is againest the rules of this conversation, good bye

The war declaration against CVA draws ever closer.

Good times, to be sure.  But that said we had a run in (a few actually) with Mr Joe last night.

Hoking around outside Providence, I was waiting on a delivery of a brand new factory fresh (and hopefully non-malfunctioning) Manticore.  I had plans about fits, but it was going to take time to get it to me.
Rabbit was late, so I got a hokey old Kestrel S Boat 13 out of storage and fitted it to be a false Manty with a Proto-cloak and some Caldari Navy light missiles and headed into CVA territory.

I nipped past the gate-guard and headed to a safe spot.  Checking the local channel,  there was Mr Joe.  I decided to announce my presence.

"HI YA JOE!!"  I beamed

Immeadiately, he began to rant in local.  "Kill the reds!  20 million isk per corpse!"  He screamed.  The demands were met with a mix of derision and false interest by the locals.  However, the self-appointed guardian of security decided that he was itching for a fight, and talked Joe into undocking for us.  Several other of my IEEE allies were in system, albiet just in frigates and stealthbombers, but when we scanned Joe and his escort down, we decided to go for it.

Coming out of warp right on top of him, Joe's mining Badger transport died in seconds.  As usual this was some sort of victory to Joe, who seems to consider losses to his wallet, no matter what size, to be a bonus to his own prestige.  Then the security guard opened up, and some of our ships came to pieces, but we expected it, we were here for Joe, no other reason.  It was a short fight, and I managed to run for it before his attention fell on me.  One thing that was apparent though was that the security didn't even lock us until Joe's ship had melted. 

I cloaked again and awaited Joe's return.  He seemed to have ejected a shuttle first, presumably his plan (and this would have been moronic to attempt) was to board it in his escape pod when his ship was destroyed.  It clearly hadn't worked.

Sure enough, minutes later Joe arrived in an Ibis (a basic Caldari noob ship) fitted with a salvager to take advantage of the wrecks left by himself and our frigates.  His escorts were no where in sight.  I de-cloaked, targetted and gave him a spread of light kinetic missiles.   The Ibis detonated in seconds and once again Mr Joe ran for the hills before I could lock onto his pod.

"OOOohh an Ibis, well done, Damien!" He mocked.  If there was a logic to Joe's actions, I had no idea what it was.  I didn't have the luxury of time to think about it either as a swarm of CVA-friendly frigates appeared on the grid, and deciding not to throw my Kestrel away pointlessly (she was proving to be a very good little ship) I left Providence once more.

Rabbit commed me to let me know my delivery had arrived and I headed back to my war-camp to pick it up and fit it.  I decided that I needed to take a different track in attacking Joe.   Mr Joe's favoured combat vessel is a Drake Battlecruiser fitted for tanking and very little else.  There was no way in hell a single stealth bomber could ever break its shields, but annoying him was another matter.  PT Boat 13LRPV was fitted with extra fuel cells for the torpedos, longer ranged launchers, ballistic control computers and sensor boosters, enabling it to target very quickly and launch from distances far in excess of Joe's own lack-lustre heavy missile batteries.  This proved very handy when the Joe Appreciation Network lit up with reports of his location (a big thanks to all the guys providing intel on his movements by the way.  If you ever need a favour just ask!  Ill not drop any names for security reasons though). 

Joe had headed back to the Amarr home system, presumably to resupply.  Soon a small IEEE fleet had him pinned outside the station.  He was webbed and scrambled, his ownn Warp Core Stabilisers no match of the might of combined scramblings.  Coming in system, I warped to the declared position and began my attack runs.  I love torpedos, they look great streaking to their target and makes such pretty explosions.

"20 million to anyone who can help me get back to the station!" Joe begged.  Help was not forthcoming.

I orbited outside his engagement envelope pounding away at his shields.  As soon as they collapsed, the other IEEE frigates tore his hull to pieces in seconds.  It was a glorious victory, flawless with no losses.

Mr Joe waved his fist in the air

"Ill be back, meddling Standards and Practices!" He vowed and warped his pod into deep space.  We may have won the battle, but the war goes on..........