What we feel is a simpler blend of pity and contempt. You guys have the means, the tools, the discipline, and the numbers in space to absolutely curb-stomp us -- but you actively choose not to use them. Instead, we've got the Internet Spaceships version of the Black Knight. Limbs are strewn across the ground, labeled FUQ-O, FURY, XII-L, and Moongoo. And the bloody trunk shouts out, "Alright, we'll call it a draw."That's Namamai, one of my alliance-mates in Rote Kapelle. I'm a huge fan of Monty Python and the Holy Grail, so that just made me laugh. The references (FUQ-O and so forth) are mostly to corps that either have left the I-RED coalition ("SynCo") or we expect will shortly.
But at the end of the day, Namamai's absolutely correct: we faced down a much bigger alliance that absolutely had the numbers and discipline to crush us. And they did everything they could do not to fight us under any circumstances, despite our destroying a moon-goo enterprise that was bringing billions of ISK per month into their coffers. Kinda sad, all in all.
But the campaign itself was great fun and we learned a lot.
Don't worry about I-RED, though. The trunk is still defiantly shouting at us as we ride off:
...maybe when Rote knows what a gud fite is (Not calling in help because they have a chance to lose *Ohnoes*), then we can go at it again.That's John Revenent(1), leader of I-RED, who explained their battle plan:
We reshipped to 4 Guardians, 7 Zealots.If you're wondering: the irony is juuuuust beyond his grasp.
(1) Is it bad that when I look at his character portrait, all I see is a geriatric version of Ripard?