Wing training last night. Did not go as well as it might have. Just Frank and me turned up at Leesti. We jumped in to our stock sidies and off we went, only for me to be immediately interdicted and shot up. Back to Lucas for repairs.
Second attempt was more interesting. Again interdicted almost straight away, but this time Frank was with me. It turned out to be a Master Python.

We battled for ages with me trying to stay behind him and in the blind spot and Frank swooping in and blasting him from the sides. The tactics worked, our two little sidies against a Python and we were winning

We managed to get his shields down and then the police tuned up to give us a hand. When he was eventually dispatched it was back to Lucas for more repairs.
Unfortunately, that turned out to be the highlight of the evening. On the third foray out things went awry. Once again interdicted almost immediately (they really had it in for us). This time by a Diamondback Scout. Less trouble than a python you'd think, but something was up with the instancing. Frank could not find me. I dare not make a run for it knowing that I would be mass locked (the sidewinder can be mass locked by an Eagle

) and probably blown to pieces before I could jump out. I was desperately trying to stay behind that thing but it was incredibly manoeuvrable, I just could not keep it in my sights. Talk about having a tiger by the tail.
It seems that Frank was not the only one having trouble finding me. As time went on I began to wonder where the police were. After what seemed like hours (but was probably about 5 minutes), there was still no sign of them. I checked to make sure report crimes against me was on, it was. The dance went on. I was landing the odd blow and mostly managing to avoid getting blasted myself, but we were getting nowhere. This went on (...and on and on...), for ages. At one point I managed to drop his shields, but then he managed to avoid me until they were back up again.
Then at last the police did arrive. Soon after that he was toast. All that effort and what I got was 200 credits

. I jumped back in to supercruise and then Frank could see me, but I could not see him ??? I dropped out of SC and back in again and then there he was. Trouble is it was then so late it was just about time for me to pack up. Frank wanted to go and do a bit of the Hutton CG so we called it a night.
Not the most successful evening, but did prove once again that with a bit of cooperation you can take on the big boys, even in the smallest, weakest ships armed with fixed peashooters.
