<<OOC This is just an example that popped into my head. I just want IC tales from your adventures in the beta, they can be any format- e.g. boasting to your pirate associates in a bar, being debriefed by military superiors, whatever you like.>>
Transmission...
Message recieved, EFP No. 132558/B CMDR Dogface, M.
Message reads...
Calling all Federation members in the vicinity of the I Boötes cluster.
Due to the sudden and dramtic increase of Pilots' Federation membership in the I Boötes cluster and environs, the EFP is calling on all members to submit an After Action Report (AAR) following unusual or dangerous events while in the sector mentioned above.
These reports will be used to better determine the needs of our members in the area, and possible ways to cut down on the explosion of insurance claims that have accompanied increased membership.
Message ends...
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Check, check....This thing on?
Ok, Commander Dogface here, number and registry attached.
I had just finished a month long stint hauling minerals in a T9 when I heard rumours of an easy score to be made in LP 98-132. I'd built up a fair reserve of cash, but I'm quickly learning that you don’t turn down free money.
I'd heard that Freeport could be a little more...exciting than some would like, so I traded in the Space Cow for a Viper. I have to say, while it may beat the Eagle in every combat metric going, I still prefer the bird to the snake. Viper has too much mass, just can't stop it fast enough. Runs hot too. But you didn't ask for this months Top Drive magazine.
I dropped out at LP 98-132 as normal, decided to test out the new rig weapons free with a little freelance police work. Headed to the nav beacon, dropped a Cobra or two with some tasty bounties. I coincidentally found some lost property in the form of several canisters of Battle Weapons that someone carelessly dropped whilst they fled for their lives. I happened to know that there are several fellows at Freeport who run a kind of "lost and found" so I decided to head over there and see if they could help, kind hearted gents that they are.
It remained uneventful until I dropped out of SC outside Freeport to be granted by a full scanner. Cargo, debris, spent missiles. It looked like a war zone. The only other ship visible was a T6 who was barrelling away from the station at full speed. I hailed him and he jumped without reply. Not a great sign.
I was on a standard approach vector when I noticed that the station docking port seemed to have additional hardware just above it. I looked at it curiously and wondered why they'd found it necessary to weld an Anaconda up there, when it fired thrusters and came around to face me.
Scanning the ship I realised it was a fellow Pilots Fed member. I reached up to open comms when they started communicating, very effectively, through the medium of cannon fire. By this point I was at most 700m away and I it was like space had become largely metal with a few tiny gaps in it. I deployed hardpoints and brought my own guns to bear for a maximum of two seconds before my sheilds were down and it was time to run. While I may have issues with the Viper, it can't half run. I skirted the station itself, attempting to keep the bulk of the Coriolis between myself and Freeport's unofficial welcoming commitee.
After a minute or so, and starting to get dizzy, I was about to pick my moment to break for open space when a beautiful, brave soul in an unarmed hauler dropped in and made for the slot. Full power to drives, I slammed the throttle forward, visions of glory in my mind. I would put myself on the six of the 'Conda, between it and the station, and that would be that. Even if he tried to turn on me, he couldn't risk hitting the station. They take a very dim view.
I took a second to think kind thoughts for the Hauler Commander as his ship exploded under the 'Conda's guns. Sadly, that second was a long time for a Viper at full speed. Putting full power to engines had been a truly awful idea, as I skimmed the top of the station and hurtled over the 'Conda and presented myself to all eight of it's hardpoints like some kind of idiot. Which I was. The 'Conda pilot, realising that they were up against a member of the Elite Moron's Federation, reversed towards the station while, I have no doubt, laughing hysterically.
I had one last ace to play. If I timed it just right, I could boost back past the 'Conda, and using the Viper's superior handling and power, I could just about manage to pile straight into the side of the station, totalling my ship and doubtless becoming a viral video sensation for Freeport's denizens. I could clearly see laughing faces from my escape pod window.
Like I said. The Viper has too much mass.
CMDR Dogface, M. Location – The Goldminers Bar and Grill, Freeport.
Transmission...
Message recieved, EFP No. 132558/B CMDR Dogface, M.
Message reads...
Calling all Federation members in the vicinity of the I Boötes cluster.
Due to the sudden and dramtic increase of Pilots' Federation membership in the I Boötes cluster and environs, the EFP is calling on all members to submit an After Action Report (AAR) following unusual or dangerous events while in the sector mentioned above.
These reports will be used to better determine the needs of our members in the area, and possible ways to cut down on the explosion of insurance claims that have accompanied increased membership.
Message ends...
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Check, check....This thing on?
Ok, Commander Dogface here, number and registry attached.
I had just finished a month long stint hauling minerals in a T9 when I heard rumours of an easy score to be made in LP 98-132. I'd built up a fair reserve of cash, but I'm quickly learning that you don’t turn down free money.
I'd heard that Freeport could be a little more...exciting than some would like, so I traded in the Space Cow for a Viper. I have to say, while it may beat the Eagle in every combat metric going, I still prefer the bird to the snake. Viper has too much mass, just can't stop it fast enough. Runs hot too. But you didn't ask for this months Top Drive magazine.
I dropped out at LP 98-132 as normal, decided to test out the new rig weapons free with a little freelance police work. Headed to the nav beacon, dropped a Cobra or two with some tasty bounties. I coincidentally found some lost property in the form of several canisters of Battle Weapons that someone carelessly dropped whilst they fled for their lives. I happened to know that there are several fellows at Freeport who run a kind of "lost and found" so I decided to head over there and see if they could help, kind hearted gents that they are.
It remained uneventful until I dropped out of SC outside Freeport to be granted by a full scanner. Cargo, debris, spent missiles. It looked like a war zone. The only other ship visible was a T6 who was barrelling away from the station at full speed. I hailed him and he jumped without reply. Not a great sign.
I was on a standard approach vector when I noticed that the station docking port seemed to have additional hardware just above it. I looked at it curiously and wondered why they'd found it necessary to weld an Anaconda up there, when it fired thrusters and came around to face me.
Scanning the ship I realised it was a fellow Pilots Fed member. I reached up to open comms when they started communicating, very effectively, through the medium of cannon fire. By this point I was at most 700m away and I it was like space had become largely metal with a few tiny gaps in it. I deployed hardpoints and brought my own guns to bear for a maximum of two seconds before my sheilds were down and it was time to run. While I may have issues with the Viper, it can't half run. I skirted the station itself, attempting to keep the bulk of the Coriolis between myself and Freeport's unofficial welcoming commitee.
After a minute or so, and starting to get dizzy, I was about to pick my moment to break for open space when a beautiful, brave soul in an unarmed hauler dropped in and made for the slot. Full power to drives, I slammed the throttle forward, visions of glory in my mind. I would put myself on the six of the 'Conda, between it and the station, and that would be that. Even if he tried to turn on me, he couldn't risk hitting the station. They take a very dim view.
I took a second to think kind thoughts for the Hauler Commander as his ship exploded under the 'Conda's guns. Sadly, that second was a long time for a Viper at full speed. Putting full power to engines had been a truly awful idea, as I skimmed the top of the station and hurtled over the 'Conda and presented myself to all eight of it's hardpoints like some kind of idiot. Which I was. The 'Conda pilot, realising that they were up against a member of the Elite Moron's Federation, reversed towards the station while, I have no doubt, laughing hysterically.
I had one last ace to play. If I timed it just right, I could boost back past the 'Conda, and using the Viper's superior handling and power, I could just about manage to pile straight into the side of the station, totalling my ship and doubtless becoming a viral video sensation for Freeport's denizens. I could clearly see laughing faces from my escape pod window.
Like I said. The Viper has too much mass.
CMDR Dogface, M. Location – The Goldminers Bar and Grill, Freeport.
