With Five guys left at T+60 we executed “Plan Get-Some.” We made our way across the map, in our 109G14’s, to Rally point silver (6/15 Kp 6.5) then moved north where we found some pony's over the port, which we saw blinking. SlipKnoT found one low, and the other four of us moved to engage. In a repeat of last week that 1 turned to 8 in a matter of thirty seconds. Slip was down in the weeds, and the remaining 7 appeared to come in from just below me - at 7 K – but they seemed to exhibit boundless energy. So, the fight that started 6V1 turned into 6V8, and they whittled us away, with no losses of their own, until only mace and I remained.
I had extended to the east, and spotted one lone guy. I watched him for a bit to make sure that he was alone, and then latched on to try and turn him for the kill. Well, I thought was alone, but he had a buddy that sprang up out of the ground like a spawning troll, and he whacked me from the sky before I could ever land a round. And then Mace was alone.
It seemed to be the theme for the night - line 'em up, and they dance right out of your sights. It was maddeningly frustrating.
Mace was 8V1 at this point, and performed a masterful ballet over the port. Surviving for another 15 minutes before the superior numbers overwhelmed him. But he got three before he went down. My only regret was I didn't get to see it as I was in another tower trying to quietly come down from rage that these abrupt terminations of flight induce. But I heard all about it. I heard that it was awesome to watch, and that Mace had attracted a huge number in the port tower. They were hooting and hollering, and were all commenting on 150. By the time I got there it was over, so, that is a tale for someone else to tell.
