So yeah, we've all heard the tales of glory and riches that various legendary CMDRs spin. I met one CMDR who pirated over a billion in just a few weeks, and I wanted to give it a try for myself.
So I took my beloved Imperial Clipper, the Azurean Sparrowhawk, and threw everything on there that I could possibly need: collector limpets, hatch breakers, manifest scanners, plenty of cargo. Tools of the trade? Check.
Hmm, needed some armaments though. Speed was paramount, or so I had read, so I focused on that and went with a full rapid-fire multicannon build. Biweaves, couple boosters, a couple hull reinforcements. All set.
I had no idea where a good mining system full of industrious diggers could be found, so instead I opted to try to roll some merchant taking part in the last CG. You know, the one where you guys collected all the poisoned fertilizer that you probably shipped out everywhere in the first place? Or something like that, wasn't really paying attention.
The system was full of CMDRs; I had never seen so many in one place. I just picked some guy in a T-9 who looked like he was moving with a purpose and yanked him out of supercruise. I still hadn't really figured out how to use the manifest scanner, so I didn't know if his ship was full of poo or gold. He stopped immediately once I pulled him. The conversation went something like this:
Bloodsign: "Greetings, hold please." [He held.]
Bloodsign: "Ah, I do SO love industrious merchants!"
Him: "Sigh."
...
Him: "How much do you want?"
Wow! My very first victim, and he was basically GIVING AWAY whatever he had in his ship! (Still didn't know if it was gold or poo.) Here was a dilemma, I didn't actually know how much to ask for. I had 80 tons of cargo space (currently occupied by limpets) and I had no idea whether "The Law" was going to descend upon my head before I could collect all the gold or poo this guy was going to give me. Hmm. Just demand the maximum amount, right?
Bloodsign: "Um, wait a sec..."
Bloodsign: "80 tons, please?
"
No idea if this was a reasonable demand or not. At this moment, an Eagle drops in, who apparently was winged with the CMDR in the T-9. No worries, haha! It's an EAGLE, hahaha...
[Eagle deploys hardpoints.]
No way, he's not seriously going to... Is he?
Bloodsign: "Hey buddy in the Eagle, let's just take it easy okay?"
Bloodsign: "No need to do anything regrettable..."
...
Bloodsign (to self, realizing the T-9 has just jumped away): "Aw, crap..."
I'm pretty sure that the Eagle starting blazing away at me. I may have had a teensie-weensie little bounty on the iClipper. Of course, that means that Johnny Law had to show up and persecute me without cause shortly thereafter. Well, without much cause, anyways.
Then I'm flying around in supercruise in despair, questioning my life choices, when suddenly I'M yanked... by some white knight in a DOOM MAMBA. I got my four sets of fire groups mixed up as I tried to flee in panic, I'm pretty sure I lowered my landing gear and dropped a half dozen limpets as CMDR White Knight blasted me to oblivion and back.
Adding insult to injury, I ended up in Club Fed (prison, for those of you unfamiliar) like 17 jumps away from pretty much anywhere I wanted to be.
Sigh.
"How much do you want?"
TL;DR: My children went hungry.
So I took my beloved Imperial Clipper, the Azurean Sparrowhawk, and threw everything on there that I could possibly need: collector limpets, hatch breakers, manifest scanners, plenty of cargo. Tools of the trade? Check.
Hmm, needed some armaments though. Speed was paramount, or so I had read, so I focused on that and went with a full rapid-fire multicannon build. Biweaves, couple boosters, a couple hull reinforcements. All set.
I had no idea where a good mining system full of industrious diggers could be found, so instead I opted to try to roll some merchant taking part in the last CG. You know, the one where you guys collected all the poisoned fertilizer that you probably shipped out everywhere in the first place? Or something like that, wasn't really paying attention.
The system was full of CMDRs; I had never seen so many in one place. I just picked some guy in a T-9 who looked like he was moving with a purpose and yanked him out of supercruise. I still hadn't really figured out how to use the manifest scanner, so I didn't know if his ship was full of poo or gold. He stopped immediately once I pulled him. The conversation went something like this:
Bloodsign: "Greetings, hold please." [He held.]
Bloodsign: "Ah, I do SO love industrious merchants!"
Him: "Sigh."
...
Him: "How much do you want?"
Wow! My very first victim, and he was basically GIVING AWAY whatever he had in his ship! (Still didn't know if it was gold or poo.) Here was a dilemma, I didn't actually know how much to ask for. I had 80 tons of cargo space (currently occupied by limpets) and I had no idea whether "The Law" was going to descend upon my head before I could collect all the gold or poo this guy was going to give me. Hmm. Just demand the maximum amount, right?
Bloodsign: "Um, wait a sec..."
Bloodsign: "80 tons, please?
"No idea if this was a reasonable demand or not. At this moment, an Eagle drops in, who apparently was winged with the CMDR in the T-9. No worries, haha! It's an EAGLE, hahaha...
[Eagle deploys hardpoints.]
No way, he's not seriously going to... Is he?
Bloodsign: "Hey buddy in the Eagle, let's just take it easy okay?"
Bloodsign: "No need to do anything regrettable..."
...
Bloodsign (to self, realizing the T-9 has just jumped away): "Aw, crap..."
I'm pretty sure that the Eagle starting blazing away at me. I may have had a teensie-weensie little bounty on the iClipper. Of course, that means that Johnny Law had to show up and persecute me without cause shortly thereafter. Well, without much cause, anyways.
Then I'm flying around in supercruise in despair, questioning my life choices, when suddenly I'M yanked... by some white knight in a DOOM MAMBA. I got my four sets of fire groups mixed up as I tried to flee in panic, I'm pretty sure I lowered my landing gear and dropped a half dozen limpets as CMDR White Knight blasted me to oblivion and back.
Adding insult to injury, I ended up in Club Fed (prison, for those of you unfamiliar) like 17 jumps away from pretty much anywhere I wanted to be.
Sigh.
"How much do you want?"
TL;DR: My children went hungry.
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