Okay, so everyone is going to laugh, except for the passenger missions people, some of them might get it. But the combat people will cringe for sure. I'm using a Federal Corvette - 60-1st Class as a bulk passenger ship. My Python passenger variant can only carry 39-1st class and my Conda, well, it's just not as much fun to fly. Both the Conda and my Cutter don't handle as well as the Corvette.
So my first mistake was being greedy, any passengers Cmdr pilot will tell you that. But Mount Sunday in the Dinda system was offering up 5 bulk passenger missions, that would end up netting me 4.5-Mil, for just one relatively quick run to the Bayley Installation planetary outpost in the [LP 470-30] system. Like who could say no to that, bring hither le gravy to my bank account.
So I'm nicely settled into the 7,868-ls run to [LP 470-30 B 3] and then I get 3 messages that 3 of my passengers are going to be attacked. This harkens back to the being greedy thing, because now it's time to pay the piper. I handle the en-route interdictions fine. The yank-back isn't as noticeable, I can live with it anyway.
But then I kinda got a little miffed for the last 2-3 interdictions when I'm more than half-way down the HUD ladder to the OC marker, and I get nailed with yet another interdiction. My bad I guess for not putting the pedal to the metal. But the Corvette is a big bird and I don't want to push my luck by hitting orbit too fast and too heavy, although my build is a little on the light side, at only around 1,318-tons.
So with 1,200-hrs in-country now, I still need to come to terms with A) my own mortality and B) how is it that I can be that close to heaven, gaining the safety of orbital cruise, to be interdicted and end up around 60-ls back out in space, each time.
So I have a theory. I wasn't actually in orbit around the planet, a mere few seconds from entering orbital cruise. I was hallucinating that whole experience, each time. I was still well back in space, on approach to the planet. So I'm thinking it must be fumes in the cockpit, maybe the glue still isn't dry for the swanky carpeting that I had installed.?!?
So my first mistake was being greedy, any passengers Cmdr pilot will tell you that. But Mount Sunday in the Dinda system was offering up 5 bulk passenger missions, that would end up netting me 4.5-Mil, for just one relatively quick run to the Bayley Installation planetary outpost in the [LP 470-30] system. Like who could say no to that, bring hither le gravy to my bank account.
So I'm nicely settled into the 7,868-ls run to [LP 470-30 B 3] and then I get 3 messages that 3 of my passengers are going to be attacked. This harkens back to the being greedy thing, because now it's time to pay the piper. I handle the en-route interdictions fine. The yank-back isn't as noticeable, I can live with it anyway.
But then I kinda got a little miffed for the last 2-3 interdictions when I'm more than half-way down the HUD ladder to the OC marker, and I get nailed with yet another interdiction. My bad I guess for not putting the pedal to the metal. But the Corvette is a big bird and I don't want to push my luck by hitting orbit too fast and too heavy, although my build is a little on the light side, at only around 1,318-tons.
So with 1,200-hrs in-country now, I still need to come to terms with A) my own mortality and B) how is it that I can be that close to heaven, gaining the safety of orbital cruise, to be interdicted and end up around 60-ls back out in space, each time.
So I have a theory. I wasn't actually in orbit around the planet, a mere few seconds from entering orbital cruise. I was hallucinating that whole experience, each time. I was still well back in space, on approach to the planet. So I'm thinking it must be fumes in the cockpit, maybe the glue still isn't dry for the swanky carpeting that I had installed.?!?