I'm currently 518.73 light years away from Sol, far beyond the fringes of civilized space, in a system just above the Corona Austr. Dark Region. I'm flying a stripped down Asp specially outfitted for the task. I'm at 76% hull, my canopy is cracked, and I'm about ready to call it quits and run home with my tail between my legs.
The cause of all of this damage? Unrelenting NPC interdictions.
I have been interdicted continuously, without end, by freshly spawned NPCs in every single system I've lingered in since I first left officially policed space. The standard 2% hull damage from successful interdiction is accumulating without any end in sight, and my internal modules are also suffering quite dearly at this point. That's not even mentioning the two times my escape attempts forced me to collide with a star, and despite all manner of laser fire my class 3 D rated shields have yet to fall once during any of this mess!
I've reached the end of my rope, sitting still in R CRA Sector JS-K B8-4, out of super cruise, floating helplessly beside the first planet in this system. Every time I enter Super Cruise an AI spawns and angles itself straight for me, threatening further interdiction damage. The last time I attempted Super Cruise two of them spawned in at once and instantly made a dash for me from either side.
At this point, I believe I may be able to make the return trip to the safety of civilization without taking fatal hull damage, even if I stop to scan further systems along the way. Though it pains me to admit my losses will likely far exceed the benefits of this terrifying excursion, and it may be cheaper for me to simply abandon the cartography data and self destruct on the spot. I have no idea how other explorers managed to find all of these bodies before me and safely return home to sell their data, but my respect for their courage has grown to incredible levels.
I wasn't prepared.
I thought it would be easy.
I thought I would be safe out there.
I thought exploring way out here would be like exploring back home.
I wasn't ready, not for this. Seven hundred bounties claimed, four hundred systems visited, twenty four thousand commodities traded, three ships owned, and I had the audacity to think I could survive out here. I can't believe I fooled myself into thinking that anything in civilized space was truly dangerous or risky. I can't believe I thought experience and expense could assist me on this journey. I can't believe I had the nerve to remove those free pulse lasers from my ship, and justify it all under the premise of extending jump range. I guess I've learned my lesson now.
I'm not cut out for this. I'm not lucky or bold or daring enough. My ship is too fragile and my heart is too soft. Assuming I survive, I would do well to put my head down and safely assassinate anacondas for the rest of my days. At least those are close to home, unlike the psychopaths shooting me on sight right now.
Let this post serve as a warning to those fools who might try to follow in my footsteps:
Stay Home.
The cause of all of this damage? Unrelenting NPC interdictions.
I have been interdicted continuously, without end, by freshly spawned NPCs in every single system I've lingered in since I first left officially policed space. The standard 2% hull damage from successful interdiction is accumulating without any end in sight, and my internal modules are also suffering quite dearly at this point. That's not even mentioning the two times my escape attempts forced me to collide with a star, and despite all manner of laser fire my class 3 D rated shields have yet to fall once during any of this mess!
I've reached the end of my rope, sitting still in R CRA Sector JS-K B8-4, out of super cruise, floating helplessly beside the first planet in this system. Every time I enter Super Cruise an AI spawns and angles itself straight for me, threatening further interdiction damage. The last time I attempted Super Cruise two of them spawned in at once and instantly made a dash for me from either side.
At this point, I believe I may be able to make the return trip to the safety of civilization without taking fatal hull damage, even if I stop to scan further systems along the way. Though it pains me to admit my losses will likely far exceed the benefits of this terrifying excursion, and it may be cheaper for me to simply abandon the cartography data and self destruct on the spot. I have no idea how other explorers managed to find all of these bodies before me and safely return home to sell their data, but my respect for their courage has grown to incredible levels.
I wasn't prepared.
I thought it would be easy.
I thought I would be safe out there.
I thought exploring way out here would be like exploring back home.
I wasn't ready, not for this. Seven hundred bounties claimed, four hundred systems visited, twenty four thousand commodities traded, three ships owned, and I had the audacity to think I could survive out here. I can't believe I fooled myself into thinking that anything in civilized space was truly dangerous or risky. I can't believe I thought experience and expense could assist me on this journey. I can't believe I had the nerve to remove those free pulse lasers from my ship, and justify it all under the premise of extending jump range. I guess I've learned my lesson now.
I'm not cut out for this. I'm not lucky or bold or daring enough. My ship is too fragile and my heart is too soft. Assuming I survive, I would do well to put my head down and safely assassinate anacondas for the rest of my days. At least those are close to home, unlike the psychopaths shooting me on sight right now.
Let this post serve as a warning to those fools who might try to follow in my footsteps:
Stay Home.