OP, let me tell you a story.
I'm not close to the greatest pilot. There are many many commanders who have already posted in this thread who are much better than I am.
I'm only ranked Dangerous after over two years of playing - I've been playing since standard beta, and we kept our progress from gamma. So not even Elite yet... I'm still two ranks away. I haven't gone out of my way to gain combat ranks, but we all start at Harmless.
But I do consider myself fairly competent at piloting. I have a lot of processes and procedures I've made second nature while flying. I don't consider myself terrible.
This story is about something that happened two days ago.
So there I was, flying over a planet surface. I'd discovered a ship crash site and salvaged some Jadeite from it. I'd discovered a crashed satellite by eye, which I was proud of, and was carefully hovering over it, concentrating on landing. Crashed satellites often have some nice rare data finds.
A contact appeared on my scope. My processes kicked in and I swung my nose up, and scanned the arrival. I got lazy and only half-completed my mental checklist. Harmless combat rank. Sidewinder. No shields.
Clean.
At that point I felt irritated at the distraction as I'd allowed my ship to slide sideways and momentarily lost the crash site. I pointed my nose back down and tried to find it again.
I'd omitted the full check on the new contact out of laziness and complacency. I'd normally also check faction, and wait for a scan. Because if I'd checked, I would have seen the Sidewinder belonged to the system's pirate faction. And when he scanned me, he actually told me he was a pirate and wondered what I was hauling.
But I wasn't paying attention. I wanted to find that crashed satellite. I ignored the chat, and missed everything he said that basically red-flagged he was about to attack me.
So the first I knew about it was when his pulse lasers started hitting my shields.
I reacted. Panic. I hit landing gear. And then I hit boost. My poor Cobra Mk III ploughed facefirst into the ground at full boost.
My shields collapsed. My hull crumpled. 30% integrity in a second.
I was stuck at full burn until the boost finished with my nose in the ground. The Sidewinder just sat there behind me merrily plinking away at my unshielded hull. In desperation I tried to pull my nose up, to try to stop any further damage. I failed dismally. Instead my Cobra began surfing across the planet surface, ploughing and scraping slowly along the ground. 25% hull. 20% hull.
Let's freeze this moment.
All I could think was, "Unbelievable. Over two years of experience, Dangerous ranked. I've killed Anacondas all the way up to Elite. Fer de Lances. Vultures. In this damn Cobra. Even with the new AI. And here I am, today.
About to be killed by a shieldless Harmless NPC Sidewinder. This will not be a story for sharing." Well. I guess that didn't turn out to be true.
I managed to pull up my nose, and get into the sky. Something cleared my mental hesitation and confusion. I guess I sharpened up enough, because I quickly made two observation and one decision. I'm in a Cobra. I'm faster. He's a Harmless-ranked NPC. He won't hit much. My decision? Boost away down a canyon. Finally I did something right.
In the end I managed to fake-out down a side canyon and get up and behind him... two hits with a plasma accelerator paired with a gimballed cannon were enough to destroy that poor brave little Sidewinder.
Wow was it embarrassing. And I'm telling you this story because if an Elite player of two years experience can make such a string of terrible decisions and end up limping away from a Harmless shieldless NPC Sidewinder with less than 20% hull,
two days ago, then you are doing fine. You are doing
more than fine.
If only you knew what I did when I first started. I boosted inside the docking bay and pancaked into the wall
twice in a row. My very first delivery mission, I had 8 computer components and was in the docking bay of the mission destination and then I accidentally hit the jettison all button instead of the landing gear button. Try to imagine a Hauler miserably chasing 8 cargo canisters bouncing around the rolling inner barrel of a station in a futile attempt to recover the mission cargo before the landing permission ran out. I lost my shield crashing around into all the buildings and I'd never used the cargo scoop before. I rammed at least one canister until it exploded. It was the definition of a clownshoes moment. I failed the mission of course. And nearly got blown up by station security when my landing permission timer ran out and they told me to get out or be destroyed. I spent at least 30 panicked seconds trying to work out where the exit slot was and even then nearly lost what was left of my hull bouncing off the rack in my desperation to get out. Did I mention I'd accidentally turned off rotational correction too? Yeah. Yeah. Now
I...
I... really was
terrible.
My first time trying to be an awesome pro bounty-hunter in my brand spanking new Eagle, I dropped into a resource extraction site pumped up with excitement and adrenaline, boosted towards the asteroids. I almost immediately targeted and found a wanted target.... "You're
MINE," I crowed, already imagining the tired well-won triumph as I flew back into the station, congratulating myself on my modest heroism. I deployed my hardpoints. Every system on my ship shut down. As my pirate target gently turned and flew out of view to scan some other miner, I watched the asteroid in front of me getting bigger. Of course, I didn't know anything about power draw from modules. Of course, I hadn't bothered to check if my Eagle's E-rated powerplant could handle deploying my 3 beam lasers. I spent all my money on the beam lasers of course. The powerplant could wait.
I kind of froze up. I could have done a lot of things. Could have. Instead, the only thing that came to me was the slightly pathetic thought, "Maybe I shouldn't have boosted straight towards the asteroids", before my Eagle smashed into the asteroid and exploded gloriously.
You're doing great. Trust me on this. Trust everyone else on this too. You have to learn to fly, and it takes time. And every time you have to learn something new, you're likely to mess it up. Thought that growing realisation is, itself, a kind of learning.
Whoa, that's pretty meta, now I think about it.
Good flying, commander
