What is the most you have made in exploration is my main question, but otherwise let the campfire story's begin!
Exploration Tales?
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Wow, 18 months!
If you require an escort as you approach the bubble CMDR, I am sure my relatively short trips would not prevent me and many other CMDRs escorting you home with some considerable firepower to protect you. But then, with 18 months exploration to sell, I'd sneak in in solo
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To date I have 23,813,374 credits profit from exploration.
Level 2 detailed scans: 29,790
Level 3 detailed scans: 68,224
Highest payout: 399,865 credits
I'd love to know how many systems I was first to explore and have my gamer tag attached to.
Level 2 detailed scans: 29,790
Level 3 detailed scans: 68,224
Highest payout: 399,865 credits
I'd love to know how many systems I was first to explore and have my gamer tag attached to.
Wow, 18 months!
If you require an escort as you approach the bubble CMDR, I am sure my relatively short trips would not prevent me and many other CMDRs escorting you home with some considerable firepower to protect you. But then, with 18 months exploration to sell, I'd sneak in in solo
Not meant to hijack but yes that's my plan. Solo in. jump in my ultra fast cobra, but I digress. Watch for my thread (Coming home) updated every Sunday.
I don't blame you, but wouldn't it be great if we had a flotilla of seriously hard ships annihilating everything for light years around to get you home? Unfortunately, the explorer community is probably not the place to find tooled up battleships
Here's my DWE campfire: https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php/237925-Distant-Worlds-Tales-of-DWE-Travel-Logs
*puts herbs in pipe, smokes pipe*
*puts herbs in pipe, smokes pipe*
I don't blame you, but wouldn't it be great if we had a flotilla of seriously hard ships annihilating everything for light years around to get you home? Unfortunately, the explorer community is probably not the place to find tooled up battleships
Wanna bet? [cool] Corrosive huge multi-cannons on my Corvette chew up bad guys in seconds....
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and if you're after fireside stories - the Abyssal rock rat rescue I got involved in is mine:
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php/262830-Rock-Rat-Rescue
You didn't see me getting systems named after me... not that I'm jealous at all. Nope. Not. At. All.
[sour] [sulk]
And old tale - originally posted here: Tall tales, travelogues and general musings on the big questions...
Please note that this was posted way back in december 2014, where it was still possible to encounter NPCs far from the inhabited bubble. Also, the Horsehead Dark Region was not a permit locked sector at the time. But while I was out there it became permit locked for a single day before being reopened. I guess FD was testing some future stuff... The following tale is based on my very first exploration trip that went out there - you will notice that I brought weapons... something I never do these days... And remember, a tall tale is a true story that could have been a lie - or the other way around
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*raises glass at the assembled pilots*
I haven´t had any close encounters with trinary stars or black holes, but while I was drifting in the rosy clouds of the Horsehead I had an encounter of another kind... It started with what appeared to be just a glitch in my nav computer... Little was I to know what would follow later on.
I was taking my sweet time, enjoying the scenery after the long trek around Barnards Loop and doing some very profitable scans of several habitables I had found in a system within the nebula. Having completed my scans I fired up the FSD and prepared for the short journey into witchspace which would take me to the next system on my route. Despite the long trek and lack of servicing the ship is humming its usual tune, I start to feel acceleration kick in and everything seems peachy... When all of a sudden an alarm sets off and the FSD makes an emergency shutdown before it is even started. No structural damage, but my nav computer is acting all weird - telling me I dont have the required permit to travel to my destination. No permit! 1500 LY´s out from inhabited space it makes no sense - I mean theres no blasted soul living out here. Or so I thought...
Anyway - it seems the lack of service has taken its toll on the nav computer after all. It is entirely adamant in its demand for a permit to continue so Im guessing an inspection and complete system reboot is my only option to bring the blasted thing back to its senses. So I turn most of the ships systems offline and go to silent running while I leave the cockpit to do the manual inspection of the nav computer hardware which is located further aft in the ship. With main power offline I can tell that the temperature is rapidly dropping inside the ship. As I open the mainframe to the navcomputer I feel my fingers going slightly numb from the cold, and I´ve got to be carefull that the moist on my breath - which is now visible as small clouds - doesnt condense on the exposed circuitry inside.
*Looks around at the assembled pilots in the bar*: I see that you are nodding, and off course you have allready guessed the cause of the troubles. The authenticator board is fried (yep - your were right) and I have to do some jury-rigging to bypass it. But just to cut it short - I complete the repairs and hurry back fore to the bridge to get power (and heat) back on again. I enter the cockpit... and then my heart skips a beat. Several actually!
Looming in front of my ship - not more than twenty meters out - and clearly visible even through the iced over canopy - is a sidewinder. With its hardpoints deployed and nasty looking burstlasers pointed right at my cockpit. And Im running silent - powered down - no shield. Just one shot from thoser lasers... that is all it takes. I try to make sense of it all... Im running silent - I was alone in the system prior to my FSD failure. There is no way - no way at all - that any ship should be able to locate my cold ship drifting at the edge of the system. And then I feel a shivering as I realise that no sidewinder should be able to get this far into deep space. And yet there it is - just twenty meters from me. It looks like an older model, worn out and beat up - has it really travelled this far on its own power? Impossible! The canopy is intact but the cockpit is dark. I imagine that I can barely sense a figure sitting in the pilots chair...
Slowly I turn my own ship back online - one subsystem at a time. Powerplant, thrusters, FSD, nav computer, weapons... but I keep it in silent running to avoid any provocation. And then I jump as a merry note from the comms indicate that the sidewinder is hailing me. I clear my throat - swallowing once more at the thought of those burstlasers shattering my unshielded canopy - and open a channel: "... Hello? ...". I am met with only silence. "This is commander Corbin Moran of the Sirocco. Who am I speaking to? Can I be of assistance?". Again silence. Though this time I swear I can hear breathing. Slow, controlled breathing. The heat is building up within the ship due to all systems being online but still running silent. My own canopy is now no longer iced over, and I try to pierce the darkness in the cockpit of the sidewinder, but only gain the vaguest impression of the figure sitting in the pilots chair. Breathing. Slowly. Calmly. Wathcing my every move. Meeting me with cold silence. With lasers pointed my way.
I freak out. I admit it. I panicked just then and engage the downward thrusters with full power as I turn off silent running. The sidewinder begins firing immediately , but the downward motion makes him miss the frail canopy. The ship rocks under the impact of laserfire against the unshielded hull and I enter a desperate series of evasive maneuvers to buy time until my shield comes online. The sidewinder is hard to shake. He is on my tail at once and keeps hammering at me. And all the time the comms remain open. The breathing. Calm. Controlled. Even as I curse and swear and throw the Sirocco through twists and turns to save my own sorry hide. Eventually my shield comes online and the game is changed. A shielded Cobra against a sidewinder. But even as I take the offensive the sidewinder is one tough customer. In the end it comes down to a furious head on assualt. I fire everything I´ve got at him, picking away his shield, his armour, his hull... and still... and still the breathing. Calm. Controlled. As the sidewinder explodes and I pass straight through parts of hull plating and canopy my comms pick up one last automated text-only transmission from the sidewinder: "I consign your remains to the void!".
*Leans back and takes a long thoughtfull sip*
Now I still wonder... Who was that ? Where did he come from? Where do they all come from? All those lone ships we come across from time to time - even in the farthest reaches of the void? Who are they? What are they? I wonder...
Please note that this was posted way back in december 2014, where it was still possible to encounter NPCs far from the inhabited bubble. Also, the Horsehead Dark Region was not a permit locked sector at the time. But while I was out there it became permit locked for a single day before being reopened. I guess FD was testing some future stuff... The following tale is based on my very first exploration trip that went out there - you will notice that I brought weapons... something I never do these days... And remember, a tall tale is a true story that could have been a lie - or the other way around
__________________________________________
*raises glass at the assembled pilots*
I haven´t had any close encounters with trinary stars or black holes, but while I was drifting in the rosy clouds of the Horsehead I had an encounter of another kind... It started with what appeared to be just a glitch in my nav computer... Little was I to know what would follow later on.
I was taking my sweet time, enjoying the scenery after the long trek around Barnards Loop and doing some very profitable scans of several habitables I had found in a system within the nebula. Having completed my scans I fired up the FSD and prepared for the short journey into witchspace which would take me to the next system on my route. Despite the long trek and lack of servicing the ship is humming its usual tune, I start to feel acceleration kick in and everything seems peachy... When all of a sudden an alarm sets off and the FSD makes an emergency shutdown before it is even started. No structural damage, but my nav computer is acting all weird - telling me I dont have the required permit to travel to my destination. No permit! 1500 LY´s out from inhabited space it makes no sense - I mean theres no blasted soul living out here. Or so I thought...
Anyway - it seems the lack of service has taken its toll on the nav computer after all. It is entirely adamant in its demand for a permit to continue so Im guessing an inspection and complete system reboot is my only option to bring the blasted thing back to its senses. So I turn most of the ships systems offline and go to silent running while I leave the cockpit to do the manual inspection of the nav computer hardware which is located further aft in the ship. With main power offline I can tell that the temperature is rapidly dropping inside the ship. As I open the mainframe to the navcomputer I feel my fingers going slightly numb from the cold, and I´ve got to be carefull that the moist on my breath - which is now visible as small clouds - doesnt condense on the exposed circuitry inside.
*Looks around at the assembled pilots in the bar*: I see that you are nodding, and off course you have allready guessed the cause of the troubles. The authenticator board is fried (yep - your were right) and I have to do some jury-rigging to bypass it. But just to cut it short - I complete the repairs and hurry back fore to the bridge to get power (and heat) back on again. I enter the cockpit... and then my heart skips a beat. Several actually!
Looming in front of my ship - not more than twenty meters out - and clearly visible even through the iced over canopy - is a sidewinder. With its hardpoints deployed and nasty looking burstlasers pointed right at my cockpit. And Im running silent - powered down - no shield. Just one shot from thoser lasers... that is all it takes. I try to make sense of it all... Im running silent - I was alone in the system prior to my FSD failure. There is no way - no way at all - that any ship should be able to locate my cold ship drifting at the edge of the system. And then I feel a shivering as I realise that no sidewinder should be able to get this far into deep space. And yet there it is - just twenty meters from me. It looks like an older model, worn out and beat up - has it really travelled this far on its own power? Impossible! The canopy is intact but the cockpit is dark. I imagine that I can barely sense a figure sitting in the pilots chair...
Slowly I turn my own ship back online - one subsystem at a time. Powerplant, thrusters, FSD, nav computer, weapons... but I keep it in silent running to avoid any provocation. And then I jump as a merry note from the comms indicate that the sidewinder is hailing me. I clear my throat - swallowing once more at the thought of those burstlasers shattering my unshielded canopy - and open a channel: "... Hello? ...". I am met with only silence. "This is commander Corbin Moran of the Sirocco. Who am I speaking to? Can I be of assistance?". Again silence. Though this time I swear I can hear breathing. Slow, controlled breathing. The heat is building up within the ship due to all systems being online but still running silent. My own canopy is now no longer iced over, and I try to pierce the darkness in the cockpit of the sidewinder, but only gain the vaguest impression of the figure sitting in the pilots chair. Breathing. Slowly. Calmly. Wathcing my every move. Meeting me with cold silence. With lasers pointed my way.
I freak out. I admit it. I panicked just then and engage the downward thrusters with full power as I turn off silent running. The sidewinder begins firing immediately , but the downward motion makes him miss the frail canopy. The ship rocks under the impact of laserfire against the unshielded hull and I enter a desperate series of evasive maneuvers to buy time until my shield comes online. The sidewinder is hard to shake. He is on my tail at once and keeps hammering at me. And all the time the comms remain open. The breathing. Calm. Controlled. Even as I curse and swear and throw the Sirocco through twists and turns to save my own sorry hide. Eventually my shield comes online and the game is changed. A shielded Cobra against a sidewinder. But even as I take the offensive the sidewinder is one tough customer. In the end it comes down to a furious head on assualt. I fire everything I´ve got at him, picking away his shield, his armour, his hull... and still... and still the breathing. Calm. Controlled. As the sidewinder explodes and I pass straight through parts of hull plating and canopy my comms pick up one last automated text-only transmission from the sidewinder: "I consign your remains to the void!".
*Leans back and takes a long thoughtfull sip*
Now I still wonder... Who was that ? Where did he come from? Where do they all come from? All those lone ships we come across from time to time - even in the farthest reaches of the void? Who are they? What are they? I wonder...
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I made ~110 million from Exploration data on one trip to Colonia. Ok, not really. Here's the whole story.
I started out on an exploration trip in the general direction of Colonia before Colonia existed.
Then Jaques was found and I decided to head toward Jaques, but in no hurry.
Then there was a community goal to sell exploration data at Jaques so I picked up the pace and got there in time to participate in the CG.
Sold all of my exploration data which made me about 22 million and put me in the top 10% for the CG.
CG payed out ~88 million
So profits from exploration data , only 22,097,192. The rest was the CG.
I started out on an exploration trip in the general direction of Colonia before Colonia existed.
Then Jaques was found and I decided to head toward Jaques, but in no hurry.
Then there was a community goal to sell exploration data at Jaques so I picked up the pace and got there in time to participate in the CG.
Sold all of my exploration data which made me about 22 million and put me in the top 10% for the CG.
CG payed out ~88 million
So profits from exploration data , only 22,097,192. The rest was the CG.
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I don't blame you, but wouldn't it be great if we had a flotilla of seriously hard ships annihilating everything for light years around to get you home? Unfortunately, the explorer community is probably not the place to find tooled up battleships
No, but Iridium Wing is - a player group that specializes in escorting explorers safely back home (and sometimes out of the bubble too), and has been doing so safely for quite some time, so far with no failures and about 230 safely escorted explorers and counting. Join IW discord server to book an escort mission if you need one here.