Yes, it's this topic again.. Next incidence:
Once upon a time, in a HazRes... A threatened Python under heavy fire. Victim or criminal I wonder, and head out for a scan. While scanning I reduce speed to 0 in my FDL, it shows that this Python lady is clean. I just think about taking care of her offenders, still at 0, when that struggling Python speeds up and slightly touches one of my wingtips. Nothing happened. So I check her enemies. A few master grade Cobras and an expert Asp. Not worth the ammunition.
So I turn away. She's gonna make this on her own, I think. She's a Python, she can handle that. Not a single shot was fired by me.
15 seconds later she explodes a few kilometers behind me. Verity's voice echoes through my cockpit: "Bounty incurred", for murdering the unfortunate Python, I can read on my HUD. Denial of assistance? No. Probably it was her tender touch of my wings that makes me a murderer now.
I consider my options. It's Sunday, and the next two hours I can now either spend going to an anarchistic system to re-fit my FDL or call my Python for doing something that I don't want to do right now. I could also play another game, or I can go to my favorite Biergarten to take a glass or two in the sun. So I log out.
Well. I'm not ranting or something. But that's simply not fun to play.
Once upon a time, in a HazRes... A threatened Python under heavy fire. Victim or criminal I wonder, and head out for a scan. While scanning I reduce speed to 0 in my FDL, it shows that this Python lady is clean. I just think about taking care of her offenders, still at 0, when that struggling Python speeds up and slightly touches one of my wingtips. Nothing happened. So I check her enemies. A few master grade Cobras and an expert Asp. Not worth the ammunition.
So I turn away. She's gonna make this on her own, I think. She's a Python, she can handle that. Not a single shot was fired by me.
15 seconds later she explodes a few kilometers behind me. Verity's voice echoes through my cockpit: "Bounty incurred", for murdering the unfortunate Python, I can read on my HUD. Denial of assistance? No. Probably it was her tender touch of my wings that makes me a murderer now.
I consider my options. It's Sunday, and the next two hours I can now either spend going to an anarchistic system to re-fit my FDL or call my Python for doing something that I don't want to do right now. I could also play another game, or I can go to my favorite Biergarten to take a glass or two in the sun. So I log out.
Well. I'm not ranting or something. But that's simply not fun to play.