The Wind That Shakes the Barley

Innumerable force of Spirits armed,
That durst dislike his reign, and, me preferring,
His utmost power with adverse power opposed
In dubious battle on the plains of Heaven
And shook his throne. What though the field be lost?
All is not lost—the unconquerable will,
And study of revenge, immortal hate,
And courage never to submit or yield

- Milton, 'Paradise Lost'

 Upon a time, the worlds of high, low and null security space were as ships passing in the night; aware of but not truly engaged with one other.  Mittens, not content with the vast wealth provided by holding some of the richest real estate in nullsec, has begun an economic war with high and low security space (as well as with wormhole space - more on that another time) that has blurred the lines of play between the three major parts of New Eden.

I mentioned in Fiddler's War that emergent game play is a door that swings both ways.  As Mittens' nullsec ambitions intrude more and more into empire space, empire has begin some intrusions of their own into Mittens' back yard.  Small stuff at the moment, primarily involving stealthy ships (though a Tuskers crew ran an amusing t1 frig and dessie fleet up a Deklein pipe last week).  And while the denizens of Deklein may shrug them off as inconsequential, even small incursions like these have an impact in the 'for want of a nail' sense.  The Drake that doesn't make it from Deklein to Delve is a Drake Mittens' FCs can't field against his enemies.  Such small acts are the pins upon which the vast doors of history swing.

Having said that, it's time to tighten the noose around Mittens' neck.  To that end, the word is given.  The call is going out.  Saddle up, you bears.  We're going to go shake the Technetium throne.

Now, I don't want you to doubt the unlikely nature of this venture.  This is a long throw in the dark and odds are we'll lose more scraps than we'll win.  But the outcome of the fights is not what matters.  What matters is the mere fact that you resist.  What matters is that you refuse to let some chin-pussy wearing cheese-head write your story for you.  Dubious battle?  Hell yeah.  But one worth the fight.

If you're in, contact me in game or via my gmail address on this page.  Tell me what you can bring to the fight and I'll respond with instructions.  If you have experienced FCs call it out.  If you run stealth operations, call it out.  If you've got hictors/dictors, call it out.  POS buster?  Call it out.  Even if you're a total carebear corporation that can't field a single PvP ship, you can help with supply and transport.
  
If you can't join the fight, you can still help.  Spread the word.  Tell your friends.  Link to this post in the forums.  Drop message cans at gates.

Every bear counts.