Got bored with the smack in Vitrauze Local last night, so I clonejumped out to spend some quality time with my favourite Bastards. They were all out playing silly buggers, or some strange space-based version of capture the flag, and comms were lively. After that excitement, a remote-rep bs gang formed up for some roaming action, and I decided to be the lol one out in my favourite Thorax. I'm really starting to love flying that setup - she's a face-melter, and that Caracal didn't have time to call for help before it reduced to an expanding cloud of shrapnel. Don't sit at zero on planets, kiddies, it's not conducive to a long lifespan.
Caught this shot as we were aligning on the run home after a nice little gate tangle I didn't manage to get involved in - bloody Global Criminal Countdown from that cruiser tackle kept me a system out as the fun kicked off.