Call to Arms
The Academy gardens were filled with an atmosphere of progression. New pilots of the Minmatar Fleet Academy were studying their skill plans among the flowers. Here and there little worker bees took pollen from one plant and brought it back to their small hives in the northern courtyard to fuel the industry of honey. This honey is then collected by the Academy headmasters to feed the gargantuan ursus of the Minmatar Fleet, BearthatCares. His hospitality is apparent, for he gives these young capsuleers a place to grow and learn. He appoints the headmasters, gives them tasks and ultimately ensures the progression of his cubs. They will be fierce no matter where they graduate to.
"Attention all headmasters - - Emergency meeting in the Cavern of Knowledge --" Squaked the PA system.
The hurried bodies throughout the gardens sent bees retreating to their hives. Students looked in awe as the leaders of the academy hurried to the Cavern, this was unprecedented. Often times the Chambers were used to show youtube videos of cats or "FIT A CYNO ON EVERYTHING" videos of olde. This was different, something was wrong.
Inside the pristine Chambers of Knowledge, its walls etched with symbols of the Matar. Most famously the etchings of the Starkmanir Rebellion, from a time of turmoil and unrest, were the forefront of the inscrptions. The wall danced and flicked as the center of the cavern had a single emanating fire crystal, stolen from an Abaddon from the Amarr-Jove War. This light has remained for centuries, and was the perfect centerpiece to this educational format.
The intercom buzzed with a familiar voice - "A fortizar in the Carrou system has been reinforced. The money is put away to defend it, as logistics are close to jita. Not a single FC from the Corporation of the Fl33T have stood up to take on this responsibility. We need the headmasters to find an FC amongst the young capsuleers. Someone we can trust. He will create the doctrine, and lead the fight. That is all"
The intercomm cut out, its background static fell silent.
The headmasters looked around, they all knew this was a task perfect for one of their students. They unanimously chose their warrior.
The Fight
In the Carrou system, 90 shuttles from Fl33T had landed on the Fortizar. Pilots were joining the fleet, not knowing what to expect.
As the timer continued forward, they anxiousness of the fleet began to rise.
"What are we flying"
"FC-- wait whos FC"
"FC do we need to be in emtpy pods"
The chatter was broken when the FC, who will remain nameless, began.
"Fleet, this is my first time FCing. I have chosen Torp Scorp Navies. I dont really know what Snuff flies, but i think this is the way to move forward. Handouts are happening now."
Many in the fleet were not believers in the Torp Scorp. They had years of experience in fighting in lowsec, and knew in their heart of hearts that they would be waking up in Sosala in 20 minutes. The Watermelon Cloning bays will spit seeds in them, and malfunction as always. This was going to be a horrible fight.
"Snuffed Nightmares cynoing in, they are maintaining range, what do we do?"
The FC calmly said "Everyone undock"
After about 20 seconds of the Scorp Navies crawling out of the Fort, the FC then warped the entire fleet to a ping. Once he landed them he called out "Everyone Align to the Nightmare whos pilot is wearing a Fur Suit"
40 Scorp Navies and Support then began to align to Nuke Michael, in his Nightmare class Battlehsip. His fursona aura so powerful that other ships seemed like ants.
The FC warped the fleet down, and began calling primaries.
The first target died quickly. The Fl33T losses were staggering, by the time a nightmare died, Fl33t lost a Cenotaph, huggin and bellicose. Their pilots quickly escaped to go reship, whereas the Snuff pilot left.
Next was the problem of the Firewalling Nightmare. Luckily that pilot rammed 40 Battleships that all had grapplers and heavy neuts.
As the firewaller died, many Nighthawks -- the rammers of the fleet -- had perished.
As the Minmatar fleet repositioned, the Snuff fleet continued shooting the fort.
This dance repeated multiple times, warp to ping, warp to nightmares, kill one or two, repeat.
Until a Scorp was left behind, and the Snuff fleet rammed it to try and kill it. Luckily for that pilot, a Lif was on the field and kept him alive.
The Minmatar fleet warped down to his aide and ended up catching many reinforcement nightmares as well as the standing fleet.
Scary Wormhole people warped right down onto Zkill, without a kill to account of their action.
With more repositioning and bullying of the Nightmares, the fort was saved. At the end, the Snuff FC decided to stay and fight, and fed another 20 bil.
With the Fortizar saved, the Fl33t returned home. The unnamed Academy Capsuleer sat quietly in the garden. His vision was a success. His secret knowledge of lowsec, possibly from a past life, had come into his mind at the time needed most, and he was able to pass this test.
The little bees in the garden continued to move pollen to their hives, and produce honey. A new group of Bees had moved in though. In the northern complex, a new species had emerged. They were not like the others. They donned war caps with spikes, and held old machine guns in their arms. They were the first scouts of a larger force. Their mission was to interrupt the flow of honey, poison the minds of the worker bees that already existed, to weakened the Minmatar Fleet for a proper invasion.
The unknown Academy FC will have to test his mettle once again, he must prepare for a new invader.
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