Still not experienced this in hours upon hours of open gameplay.
Bumped into other commanders, said hi to them, think I may have been shot by one once in a combat zone.... Nothing that could possibly be described as griefing.
I even, months ago, posted up a thread that basically said "come and get me you yellow livered landlubbers" and it didn't get me killed.
My suggestion now, as it has been all along is that the universe is a big place. Get the whatsit out of there and go elsewhere. It's a bit like choosing a new local pub. If the one you go to is full of lager swigging louts watching football with their strumpet girlfriends and fighting people, you go and find the pub with nice ales, polite staff, and some cracking good food. That and decent armchairs. Unless of course you're a lager swigging lout, then you're welcome to stay in the original pub and play pool with your strumpet whilst the ballet (Cough) football is on the screen.
Bumped into other commanders, said hi to them, think I may have been shot by one once in a combat zone.... Nothing that could possibly be described as griefing.
I even, months ago, posted up a thread that basically said "come and get me you yellow livered landlubbers" and it didn't get me killed.
My suggestion now, as it has been all along is that the universe is a big place. Get the whatsit out of there and go elsewhere. It's a bit like choosing a new local pub. If the one you go to is full of lager swigging louts watching football with their strumpet girlfriends and fighting people, you go and find the pub with nice ales, polite staff, and some cracking good food. That and decent armchairs. Unless of course you're a lager swigging lout, then you're welcome to stay in the original pub and play pool with your strumpet whilst the ballet (Cough) football is on the screen.