All right, come on now commanders. We've all done it.
Frankly, it's a miracle the pilots federation doesn't introduce some legislation to allow breathalyzing. I'm amazed sometimes at how many hundreds of tons of metal and rocket I'm allowed to be in 'control' of, in whatever state I please. So please, share your tales of less-than-fully-compos adventure.
So, I'll go first. Evening before I was in a HIRES and met a very amicable cmdr. We winged up (is that the past tense for that? or is it Wung up? anyway...) and made a lotta money together, shared some jokes, all very good. Right gentlemanly.
Next day, I moved around the galaxy some, over the course of a few beers and possibly some non-ethanolic entertainment. I didn't realize in my state that I'd returned to where I started, to the very same HIRES, in fact. I guess it's like when you're driving on autopilot and you drive home instead of where you were going.
Anyway, a commander is there, and for some reason the alcohol (et al) tells me that he's trespassing on my HIRES. So I determine to beat him to every kill. I spend the entire time stalking him, being generally obnoxious (though not on comms) and rinsing every kill he would have made. Also flying into potatoes (asteroids) and him a bit (oops). And rotating around his ship staring him down through our canopies. Basically, being an overly territorial alpha-male fool.
He catches me with a missile (genuine mistake) making him wanted and has to flee. I pursue relentlessly and send him my first message of the encounter - "Run, boy."
Right after he warps out I notice his messages. And the wing request. And his name.
Yep. It's the same guy from yesterday.
I have no idea what he must've thought!
Anyway. The floor's yours, commanders.
Frankly, it's a miracle the pilots federation doesn't introduce some legislation to allow breathalyzing. I'm amazed sometimes at how many hundreds of tons of metal and rocket I'm allowed to be in 'control' of, in whatever state I please. So please, share your tales of less-than-fully-compos adventure.
So, I'll go first. Evening before I was in a HIRES and met a very amicable cmdr. We winged up (is that the past tense for that? or is it Wung up? anyway...) and made a lotta money together, shared some jokes, all very good. Right gentlemanly.
Next day, I moved around the galaxy some, over the course of a few beers and possibly some non-ethanolic entertainment. I didn't realize in my state that I'd returned to where I started, to the very same HIRES, in fact. I guess it's like when you're driving on autopilot and you drive home instead of where you were going.
Anyway, a commander is there, and for some reason the alcohol (et al) tells me that he's trespassing on my HIRES. So I determine to beat him to every kill. I spend the entire time stalking him, being generally obnoxious (though not on comms) and rinsing every kill he would have made. Also flying into potatoes (asteroids) and him a bit (oops). And rotating around his ship staring him down through our canopies. Basically, being an overly territorial alpha-male fool.
He catches me with a missile (genuine mistake) making him wanted and has to flee. I pursue relentlessly and send him my first message of the encounter - "Run, boy."
Right after he warps out I notice his messages. And the wing request. And his name.
Yep. It's the same guy from yesterday.
I have no idea what he must've thought!
Anyway. The floor's yours, commanders.
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