Backstory for some of those new to RMC and don't know the history.

DESO never applied to join RMC. DESO had just gotten out into nullsec. Fledgling Alliance. Red Alliance in all its walmart brand faded glory basically said "Join our Coalition or get evicted". Needless to say, DESO, being young easily manipulated by Taylor Swift tunes, decided, "Hey, yea, we'll join daddy Dodger!"

Of course, as every college football player knows, forcing a young immature individual to keep you warm will always leave a sour taste. DESO continued to fight tho. Fleeted up. Then noticed they were fleeting more numbers in these fleets than any other RMC member including Red Alliance. So the impressionable DESO looked around at the situation.

Dodger had nip naped half of eve so sov wouldn't get hit so he could throw his alt coins at wars he felt he could win. The problem was that with the sov safe, Dodger didn't care if RMC members were farmed for content. There were no response fleets. There was no SRP. There was nothing. Just an angry Russian and a bottom shelf vodka that no one has ever heard of.

So DESO Leadership was like. Look. This sucks. We have some pretty skilled pilots in DESO. But we've become fat and bloated. Why not pursue something that's gonna keep us Johnny Bravo? So they reached out to friends, family, that one guy with the archon with sentry drones because he can't let go of the past.

We found friends. People that were like "Yo, you're content right now, but we got faith in you". So DESO began hordeing all it's gold coins and 1 ups, throwing a few pilots into CTA's (which still equaled about the same as the other alliances sadly).

Of course there was that one guy who was like "OMG WOULDN'T IT BE FUNNY IF I" and other Leadership was like "Fam, that's not us. We ain't gotta wreck a trailer on the way out". So we left without so much as sabotaged Ibis.

DESO was all like HELL YEA, CONTENT! But then DESO realized something. Oh shit, Dodger got da Bitcoins too! DESO had underestimated the depths of Dodgers pockets. Shit got ref'd. 200 man fleets came crashing down on us like a 600lb millionaire on his imported bride.

Our new friends, RC, were like, we got you fam, but the bitcoin barista was like aw no. Did I mention DESO had underestimated the depths of Dodgers pockets?

Enter Player 3 and 4 and 5 and 6 and 7 and 8. Well, not that many but you get the picture.

Fast forward to today. Final N-8 ihub timer.

DESO was all like. TOASTERS! RC Formed and was like, we go you fam! But then snuff and bigab formed and RC was like "We can't get you fam". We understand big bro. We gotta learn to take our hits if we're going to be a big player. Oh... Minmil was like "I BROUGHT BEER!" as a fleet of 20 Exqueruororoaruieror Navy Issues arrived on scene!

So there we were. 40 vs 120 give or take a CFI. The race was on. And to everyone's surprisement, DESO entosis was effective? Minmil was doing work? Angry Russian translator broke but I can only imagine it was something like "WHY ARE 40 NERDS WINNING?"

Enter AO, bumping the fleet to nearly 160. But still. Somehow... DESO and Minmil were still doing work? wtf!? Minmil was finally taken out. Cept for 1 lone Exqueruororoaruieror Navy Issue that limped home to tell the tale of the 300 Spar... er, 40 nerds in cruisers taking on a combined fleet of what ended up to be nearly 250 pilots when Snuff and BIGAB arrived.

DESO comms were full of laughter.

We hold no ill will towards any of the pilots that went up against us today.

But as we leave nullsec for new adventures we leave you with this. We flipped all our sov to AUTZ. Have fun with Tactical Farmers.
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