Rejoice, ye brave starfarers! Rejoice!
The wicked Pirate Queen, Maggie Milksnatcher has been returned to the star stuff that she was made from.
So, there was I, setting out to hunt down ne'er-do-wells in L'il Beastie, my Viper IV, when I came across a sight that had been many an honest miners’ last.
It was none other than the Pirate Queen's Anaconda class cruiser, Handbagger, looming large in the planetary ring system.
There was no local authority vessels to help, just a passing Asp Explorer, flown by a brave fellow who selflessly took it upon himself to aid me in this most righteous of battles.
The nearby miners ran or hid, cowed by the presence of this evil woman that had been the final bane of many of their colleague's lives.
I spent much of the ensuing dogfight manoeuvring out of the deadliest of the weapon arcs, trying to stay out of touch from her most destructive fixed or gimballed frontal weaponry.
However, the firepower of the Handbagger was truly devastating and it only took a momentary error for our shields to be rapidly stripped and the plating from our hulls to be shredded.
But we persevered! We knew that we could not run from this! We had to take a stand!
After just over fifteen minutes of frantic flying and numerous capacitor recharges, Maggie Maggie Milksnatcher was brought low in sustained burst of beam laser and multi-cannon fire.
Gotcha!
Rejoice, ye brave starfarers! Rejoice!
As to why she hated miners so, I shall leave that to the sociologists and psychologists amongst you.
But for now, we may celebrate her passing. The little area of space I frequented is now much safer with her justifiably violent atomisation.
The wicked Pirate Queen, Maggie Milksnatcher has been returned to the star stuff that she was made from.
So, there was I, setting out to hunt down ne'er-do-wells in L'il Beastie, my Viper IV, when I came across a sight that had been many an honest miners’ last.
It was none other than the Pirate Queen's Anaconda class cruiser, Handbagger, looming large in the planetary ring system.
There was no local authority vessels to help, just a passing Asp Explorer, flown by a brave fellow who selflessly took it upon himself to aid me in this most righteous of battles.
The nearby miners ran or hid, cowed by the presence of this evil woman that had been the final bane of many of their colleague's lives.
I spent much of the ensuing dogfight manoeuvring out of the deadliest of the weapon arcs, trying to stay out of touch from her most destructive fixed or gimballed frontal weaponry.
However, the firepower of the Handbagger was truly devastating and it only took a momentary error for our shields to be rapidly stripped and the plating from our hulls to be shredded.
But we persevered! We knew that we could not run from this! We had to take a stand!
After just over fifteen minutes of frantic flying and numerous capacitor recharges, Maggie Maggie Milksnatcher was brought low in sustained burst of beam laser and multi-cannon fire.
Gotcha!
Rejoice, ye brave starfarers! Rejoice!
As to why she hated miners so, I shall leave that to the sociologists and psychologists amongst you.
But for now, we may celebrate her passing. The little area of space I frequented is now much safer with her justifiably violent atomisation.
Imagine her in a wing with Tebbit and Lawson...
