Veshta. The name leaves my lips with bitterness; a tang of hatred and disgust at this relentless agent of the Amarr.

The last few days have been brutal in this war. It seems for every push we make, the Amarr are there, in greater numbers, with more reserve ships, cutting us off and killing us as we retreat.

There we were. General Sasawong, myself and a few others, deep in Amarr space. I was still piloting my new Firetail. I love its responsiveness. I loved how it was me and machine alone. No crew at risks. No potential life loss. Aura warned us well in advance. Two Mallers and an Arbitrator on the entry point of an acceleration gate. We hadn’t finished securing this area. We would have to fight.

In comes Veshta, my nemesis. I say my nemesis, but if you talk to any in the Minmatar fleet, she is their nemesis as well. She never sleeps. She never runs out of ships. She will eventually kill you. I give the order to attack as her two support ships warp in. We take them out. Another victory for Roc. Another loss for Veshta. It must be infuriating for her in all our encounters to always lose to me. We pick up the pace of securing this area.

Aura warns us less than two minutes later of more intruders at the gate. It’s Veshta again. It’s unbelievable the supply of ships she has. They warp in together. I give the order to attack. In my singlemindedness to destroy her, I make a critical error. I get too close. The three of them concentrate fire on me. My gift, my firetail, starts to disintegrate around me. I am a fool. I eject, and warp away. I hear through comm chatter they manage to destroy my entire wing, and we lose the system. Dammit.

Roc 4, Veshta 1.

Welcome to the Scoreboard, girlie.

EDIT: The following two days is a cat and mouse between Veshta and I. We encountered each other over a dozen times, sometimes in wings, sometimes alone, neither of us scoring a victory against the other. Our fued grows.