Just thought I'd share this with you guys, since, well, while still peeved, it's a bit funny. Unfortunately, in my rage, I did not think to make screenshots or anything.
So, here I am, the aspiring trader, having just completed the event in Diso, and earned myself a crisp 2.4 million from it, and in need of a bit more cargo space. What do I do? I buy a Type 9, and then buy as much Diso Ma Corn as I can. On a whim, I go to jump to a nearby Empire system (forget the name, starts with a C) and go to collect a long, long standing 632k bounty there.
Naturally, my Type-9 get's interdicted. Human pirate in a Python, so, after submitting (good luck fighting interdictions in something that large) I set throttle to zero, and wait for it to stop. The Python apparently had no clue that a Type-9 takes roughly nine years to come to a full stop, so, I get obliterated instantaneously by *something*. Still have no clue what it is, but, that's not the funny part.
After stripping it down to bare, minimum parts... I'm short SIX credits on the loan, to keep my new, shiny, and expensive ship. Six credits. The real kicker?
My last fuel stop was 19 credits. FML.
Moral of the story? Watch your fuel gauges, and how much you pay at the pump, kids. It can be the difference between slaving away for two months to find nothing but disappointment, or, keeping your sanity.
So, here I am, the aspiring trader, having just completed the event in Diso, and earned myself a crisp 2.4 million from it, and in need of a bit more cargo space. What do I do? I buy a Type 9, and then buy as much Diso Ma Corn as I can. On a whim, I go to jump to a nearby Empire system (forget the name, starts with a C) and go to collect a long, long standing 632k bounty there.
Naturally, my Type-9 get's interdicted. Human pirate in a Python, so, after submitting (good luck fighting interdictions in something that large) I set throttle to zero, and wait for it to stop. The Python apparently had no clue that a Type-9 takes roughly nine years to come to a full stop, so, I get obliterated instantaneously by *something*. Still have no clue what it is, but, that's not the funny part.
After stripping it down to bare, minimum parts... I'm short SIX credits on the loan, to keep my new, shiny, and expensive ship. Six credits. The real kicker?
My last fuel stop was 19 credits. FML.
Moral of the story? Watch your fuel gauges, and how much you pay at the pump, kids. It can be the difference between slaving away for two months to find nothing but disappointment, or, keeping your sanity.