"wtf jack"

I've read about Adirain on several of the R1FTA blogs, so I headed over there and snuck a dozen frigates into the station with my hauling alt.  Time to look around a new neighborhood.  There were even a couple people in local from our corp and alliance.

I poked around a bit.  Set up some safe spots and observation points around the gates.  A few undock spots to get out of the station fast.  The usual thing.

Then I flew around a bit.  This isn't a Faction Warfare area - so there aren't any FW sites to catch people.  Just the usual asteroid belts and stations.  I scared a 3 day old player in a venture when I landed near him - but he flew off immediately.

A bit later I spotted a procurer at an asteroid belt.  Actually at one of several asteroid belts all bunched up around the 4th planet in the system.  I zipped over to safe spot that I had set up just for this situation - in the middle of the belts so that I could look at them and find my prey.  There he was!  And now there was a thrasher protecting him!

I turned everything up to 11 and warped to zero.  Given the choice when I landed, I decided to hit the closer target - the thrasher.  I targeted, scrambled, webbed and orbited.  He tasted the fury of my 200mm autocannons!

Amazingly, I wasn't taking any damage in return.  It was like he wasn't even shooting back!  Some protection for the miner he turns out to be!

I continued to pummel the unlucky opponent!

About then, with my teeth clenched and eyes squinting into thin slits (my usual attitude during battle!) I noticed that maybe something wasn't quite right.

No, something wasn't quite right at all.

I looked (finally!) to see the name of the pilot I was shooting (on arrival I just saw "procurer" and "thrasher" through my red blotchy vision) and it came as a shock to see that it was Angron Vail.

Oh oh.

Angron Vail is also a R1FTA member.  A corp mate.  A killer that I've always looked up to as amazingly competent (as opposed (and this situation is again evidence) to my lack of skills).

In local I saw words that sent waves of nauseating embarrassment through my being...

     Angron Vail > wtf jack

What a great first impression in this new system!  GAH!

I immediately turned off my modules - but by this time (as I was starting to destroy his armor) Angron Vail had turned his attention to me (of course, he had been shooting that stupid procurer - not protecting it!).  That allowed the miner to escape (totally my fault) along with what might have been a tasty ransom if he had caught the pod.

With the thrasher's attention on me - my slasher exploded.  Rightfully so.

I, of course, fell all over myself apologizing in a private chat with Angron.  He  was gracious, though mostly confused by my bizarre actions.  We had some fun in local about the situation too.

And I certainly learned a lesson about being sure of who I'm shooting before going in with autocannons blazing...

Sorry Angron!