Dear Ganker,
I knew you'd be trouble. I saw you hanging out as I dropped from supercruise. Plasmas? Rails? Oh, yeah, you're meaning to ruin someone's day. I just figured you'd be more careful.
I knew I made a fat, inviting target. A Corvette with Beams and Multi-cannons in Open flown by a CMDR who isn't Combat Elite? You were thinking I bought this with gold rush cash or void opals - and you'd be right. What you didn't know is that I'd been putting time in since 2016. But still, I look like a walking salt mine, and you're in an anarchy system. We know the rules.
So when I let the docking computer mosey the FNS Grindsdottir into dock, imagine my surprise that your plasma accelerators had phasing sequence. It's a neat trick, and hull damage is a sure way to spook an inexperienced commander into panicking like a rabbit. I looked scared as I started burning away, but I wasn't. If you had checked me out - really checked me out - you'd see all of those shield boosters. You'd also see that I have a lot fewer modules installed than there are available slots on a Corvette. That can mean two things: A ) I'm either a newb running a half-outfitted budget ship or B ) I have several hull and module packages, probably with engineering.
Spoiler, ganker: it was option B.
Even though you're nibbling away at my hull, I've still got plenty of shields. I've got hull out the wazoo. Even if I rolled over and showed you my belly, it'd still take you a while just to mercy kill me.
This is important because it means that I'm not panicking.
Here's the thing about plasmas: they're fixed weapons. You're running them because they do absolute damage. You're banking on every shot being an inexorable fist to my proverbial solar plexus. When you pull the trigger they continue in a straight line until they ruin someone's day.
I look like I'm panicking. I'm burning away. hugging the station, praying for an ATR unit that's not coming. You keep lining up shots on my fat tail pipe, and I seem to be ignoring them to my peril. I'm not panicking. I'm paying attention to the obstacles in front of me: the rotating arms and radiator fins of Wheeler Dock.
One of the Four Holy Rules of Firearm Usage is "Always Be Aware of Your Target - and What's Behind It." When I juke and narrowly avoid that radiator fin, it wasn't a near miss. You were firing on me, and the backstop for your three plasma rounds changed - from dead space to the hull of an Orbis Starport.
I gotta hand it to you. You kept on my tail as I swung around to the front of the station. You weren't even dissuaded when I popped a shield cell and charged all the way back to full. You just kept following me all the way in... to the landing bay... of a starport you've been firing on with heavy-calibre weapons. Oops. I saw a plasma round hit the back wall of Wheeler right after I throttled down.
What's that I hear? Starport weapons? "Target destroyed."
Congratulations, Ganker! You ganked yourself!
I knew you'd be trouble. I saw you hanging out as I dropped from supercruise. Plasmas? Rails? Oh, yeah, you're meaning to ruin someone's day. I just figured you'd be more careful.
I knew I made a fat, inviting target. A Corvette with Beams and Multi-cannons in Open flown by a CMDR who isn't Combat Elite? You were thinking I bought this with gold rush cash or void opals - and you'd be right. What you didn't know is that I'd been putting time in since 2016. But still, I look like a walking salt mine, and you're in an anarchy system. We know the rules.
So when I let the docking computer mosey the FNS Grindsdottir into dock, imagine my surprise that your plasma accelerators had phasing sequence. It's a neat trick, and hull damage is a sure way to spook an inexperienced commander into panicking like a rabbit. I looked scared as I started burning away, but I wasn't. If you had checked me out - really checked me out - you'd see all of those shield boosters. You'd also see that I have a lot fewer modules installed than there are available slots on a Corvette. That can mean two things: A ) I'm either a newb running a half-outfitted budget ship or B ) I have several hull and module packages, probably with engineering.
Spoiler, ganker: it was option B.
Even though you're nibbling away at my hull, I've still got plenty of shields. I've got hull out the wazoo. Even if I rolled over and showed you my belly, it'd still take you a while just to mercy kill me.
This is important because it means that I'm not panicking.
Here's the thing about plasmas: they're fixed weapons. You're running them because they do absolute damage. You're banking on every shot being an inexorable fist to my proverbial solar plexus. When you pull the trigger they continue in a straight line until they ruin someone's day.
I look like I'm panicking. I'm burning away. hugging the station, praying for an ATR unit that's not coming. You keep lining up shots on my fat tail pipe, and I seem to be ignoring them to my peril. I'm not panicking. I'm paying attention to the obstacles in front of me: the rotating arms and radiator fins of Wheeler Dock.
One of the Four Holy Rules of Firearm Usage is "Always Be Aware of Your Target - and What's Behind It." When I juke and narrowly avoid that radiator fin, it wasn't a near miss. You were firing on me, and the backstop for your three plasma rounds changed - from dead space to the hull of an Orbis Starport.
I gotta hand it to you. You kept on my tail as I swung around to the front of the station. You weren't even dissuaded when I popped a shield cell and charged all the way back to full. You just kept following me all the way in... to the landing bay... of a starport you've been firing on with heavy-calibre weapons. Oops. I saw a plasma round hit the back wall of Wheeler right after I throttled down.
What's that I hear? Starport weapons? "Target destroyed."
Congratulations, Ganker! You ganked yourself!
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