I am unsure how we gained a reputation for being good at POS bashes. The last two were hardly our doing - we just mopped up the crippled sticks after someone else began eviction proceedings. Prior to that it's been months and months. Except for farming a faction stick for 380M in faction guns.
So, OK, we don't suck, and we have our secret weapon.
A friend of friends contacted me with a proposition - help bail out their eviction attempt on some Goon allies, for 5 billion ISK. My contact was in The Bastards (alliance), who were involved with Illusion of Solitude (the alliance) evicting Illusion of Solitude. (a corp - note the dot) of Praetorian Directorate, from a C3 Pulsar. The initial push didn't go well - the defenders dropped 7 Rattlesnakes and assorted crap on a bunch of Ishtars, cleaning up 2.8B in kills. Hence the batphone.
I didn't say no, but my contact was pretty much fucking useless. Details were incredibly sketchy, there wasn't any intel given, teeth needed to be pulled to get an entrance, and worst of all he was UK TZ and thought we would turn up at 0300 local time to have a fight. He also had no idea, or didn't give any clues, as to the shitstorm he and his friends had unleashed on themselves.
So I found my way in, logged for the night, and got up. I had two options - attend an ANZAC Day public roam at 0700 local, or take a roam out with Prolapse. at the same time and get into the target wormhole. When I logged in 30 minutes late, our alliance was hardly numerous - 8 toons and 5 meatbods, plus 5 toons from another alliance who were interested in batphone, but were wet behind the ears.
I opted to get the guys into the ANZAC Day roam, and left Miskranda monitoring developments in the C3 Pulsar. Soon it became clear that the situation was wildly different than the limited information given to me. There were 6 corps present, judging by the smacktalk in the wormhole local. The defenders had at least 14 online, so we were outnumbered right there, and the contact was asleep (it being midnight in he UK). So nothing was going to happen, and I needed a voice chat before I was going to YOLO over there in any fashion with masses of unknown people shitting up the wormhole.
It proved to be a wise move.
The defenders dropped a Phoenix on the aggressor's medium POS, so I sounded out a few people about maybe joining the batphone. Then Sleeper Social Club turned up with about 15-20 toons, Ishtars, Gilas, Huginns, Scimis, etc. and as I jumped out the highsec to find a destination system, in jumped about 30 or so Goon Ishtars, Scimis, Huginns, etcetera.
The batphone was called off, and I warped off.
Xrend called it cowardice, but from my perspective there's no point whatsoever in helping out people who can't even get you the right intel. I'm not jumping in blind into a situation like tha. It's not by concern if illusion of Solitude (alliance) is pissy that some guys are trying to bleed recruits off them for wormhole space by naming a corp illusion of Solitude(dot).
Sixty to eighty toons is too much to YOLO into with anything, blind. I also find it ironic that you're a coward for not fighting with one toon in the target system. If you want a fight, maybe not to be dropping shit onto grid before you see if anyone's actually there?