So there I was, cruising around the system I started in (Chemaku) in my very slightly upgraded sidewinder. All I've put into it is two fixed burst lasers, and an A rated power distributor. I decided to swing by the nav beacon to see if there were any bounties worth taking. Shortly after arriving and killing some minuscule offenders (harmless with around 300cr bounties) I spot a cobra with 14,000cr on his head. I noticed he was "Elite" but decided to engage regardless.
Being used to ranks not mattering all through beta, I thought it'd be easy money. Boy was I mistaken. I had managed to take down his shields and around 15% of his hull until he managed to turn to face me. Almost immediately after being shot at, I was down to 9% hull with a breached canopy and my tail between my legs. I managed to evade as my FSD seemed to take an eternity to charge for an escape jump. Missiles and crimson beams cutting through space all around me. Still taking damage, my countdown began and I was free from the serious tactical error I had made. Five minutes of air and the closest outpost was 900LS away. Sure I could have gone to the closer coriolis station, but I had picked up some stolen experemental tech earlier and didn't feel like screwing around with customs. Tiny outpost it is.
As I hurtled through space with nothing but my compass and alignment hologram keeping me on track, one thought kept coursing through my mind. I hope I don't over shoot this...
At around 200LS away from my target, I feel my crippled craft begin to slow slightly so I cut the throttle by a third, praying to whatever science or space gods might exist that I don't miss my mark. What would have been a simple detour normally, is now a death sentence being that my canopy had been blown out into the cold vacuum of space.
Crap, 80 seconds of air left.
Here goes nothing. And then it appear in a wonderful blue tint below the remnants of my windscreen.
"Safe Disengage Ready"
I had never thought I'd be so happy to see that prompt show up, but I wasn't out of the woods yet.
I drop out of super-cruise to see the tiny outpost grow rapidly in my view and my sidewinder hurtles towards it full boost.
45 seconds. Can I make it?
I request docking and to my great relief, the outpost has graciously decided to allow me to land. I see the pad light up, waiting for me. 18 seconds left. Gear down. Line up. Full stop as the clamps engage. I had made it with a measly 8 second of precious, delicious air in my emergency tank.
Maybe it's time to invest in a better life support system?
This was way too close for comfort.
Being used to ranks not mattering all through beta, I thought it'd be easy money. Boy was I mistaken. I had managed to take down his shields and around 15% of his hull until he managed to turn to face me. Almost immediately after being shot at, I was down to 9% hull with a breached canopy and my tail between my legs. I managed to evade as my FSD seemed to take an eternity to charge for an escape jump. Missiles and crimson beams cutting through space all around me. Still taking damage, my countdown began and I was free from the serious tactical error I had made. Five minutes of air and the closest outpost was 900LS away. Sure I could have gone to the closer coriolis station, but I had picked up some stolen experemental tech earlier and didn't feel like screwing around with customs. Tiny outpost it is.
As I hurtled through space with nothing but my compass and alignment hologram keeping me on track, one thought kept coursing through my mind. I hope I don't over shoot this...
At around 200LS away from my target, I feel my crippled craft begin to slow slightly so I cut the throttle by a third, praying to whatever science or space gods might exist that I don't miss my mark. What would have been a simple detour normally, is now a death sentence being that my canopy had been blown out into the cold vacuum of space.
Crap, 80 seconds of air left.
Here goes nothing. And then it appear in a wonderful blue tint below the remnants of my windscreen.
"Safe Disengage Ready"
I had never thought I'd be so happy to see that prompt show up, but I wasn't out of the woods yet.
I drop out of super-cruise to see the tiny outpost grow rapidly in my view and my sidewinder hurtles towards it full boost.
45 seconds. Can I make it?
I request docking and to my great relief, the outpost has graciously decided to allow me to land. I see the pad light up, waiting for me. 18 seconds left. Gear down. Line up. Full stop as the clamps engage. I had made it with a measly 8 second of precious, delicious air in my emergency tank.
Maybe it's time to invest in a better life support system?
This was way too close for comfort.
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