Last week I tangled with one too many ships in a RES and was shot away to 1% hull, shields gone, canopy gone, life support ticking away. I managed to escape with the 1% hull through the asteroids without taking any more hits, got her into super cruise, and realized at that point that the heads up display does not work when yr canopy is missing.
I had a small corner of canopy left in the upper left, so I kept having to aim that at the nearest station for direction and time to target, then steer blind toward the little dot. Made it into the airlock with plenty of air to spar, but it was kind of a miracle run all the way through
Okay - you've asked for it so here goes.
Setting up for 4 Yorkishiremen - warp factor twenty.
Today while I was harmlessly flying around the galaxy handing out 'Save the Beetelbrugian Polka-Dot Whale' leaflets, I accidentally wandered into a red-hot warzone and somehow managed to annoy the crap out of damn near everyone.
On reflection I think it was those 'Give Peace a Chance' and old CND stickers that I had plastered all over my hull! Damn! I knew I should have laid out the extra for that mercenary paint-job.
Nevertheless, I decided to give as much as I was getting and turned my trusty multi-cannons onto the nearest vessel. Imagine my horror when I discovered I had loaded up the special 'Psychedelic Paint' ammunition by mistake!
Geez, it was like something out of Kelly's Heroes!
By the way - if you happen to come across a super-outfitted Anaconda with the slogan 'Grimmest Reaper' just showing beneath a multitude of pretty pink, purple and yellow paint splashes, please pass on my humble apologies.
Anyway, I was doing alright and holding my own - surprisingly the paint ammo proved to be about three times as effective as Pulse Lasers - when the biggest, meanest ship I have ever come across hove into sight.
Lordy I never even knew it was possible to weld four Anacondas together!
The next thing I knew there was a terrible burning smell and clouds of evil-smelling smoke rolling through the cockpit. Why I ever bought that George Foreman grill I don't know!
Anyway, within seconds that wicked looking AnaQuada (see what I did there?) set about dismantling my defences. (If only I hadn't gone to B&Q for those bloody DIY Shield Boosters!)
Before I knew what was happening I was down to 0.00000125% Hull and an Al-Fresco cockpit.
I decided that it was probably time to leave and quickly put four pips into my engines - not a good time to be eating oranges by the way.
With module after module quickly giving out I gave it everything I could, and even added another rubber band to my A6 drive mechanism.
Finally my FSD drive kicked in and I made it out of there with only nanoseconds to spare.
I was not out of the woods yet though by any means.
With no canopy at all left I had no HUD to assist me and - with oxygen reserves already below 5 mins - I quickly set about plotting a course by the stars. It took me a couple of minutes to find the Big Dipper, but finally I had it nailed and had input a suitable station into my Nav system - a Garmin Z1.
Now that was a ride to remember!
I had a flowing white beard by the time my ship limped in to Hutton Orbital!
What about my less than 5 mins of oxygen? I hear you ask. Easy Peasy! I knew those 'Vote UKIP in the Lave By-Election' balloons would come in handy one day and I now see what a wise trading move it was to buy 300t of them.
Have you any idea how much cargo space you need for 300t of inflated ballons by the way? It's the only reason I bought this bloody T500 in the first place!
