I wanted to make friends with my fellow space explorers and make my way home to Earth. Things started out well enough, I was now In a hauler with a mission to take out a generator on a planet surface, as I touched down I could see another commander was already here, he greeted me and tried to initiate voice comms, I however was confused with the controls still, so resorted to the tried and tested method of communication via flashing ones headlights and boosting up and down in the air like a lemming on a trampoline. It worked, we drove to the generator and he took it out completing my missions as well, I figured out how to text by this point so thanked the commander, wished him well and left with a salute.
This had worked so well I thought I'd try another mission to take out a generator, different system, different result. As I landed I could see another commander already parked next to the generator in his SRV, I raced out to greet him flashing my lights and bouncing up and down like a long lost friend. He started shooting me in the face. I waited for him to realise he must have been pressing the wrong button, but he kept on shooting. I was forced to flee back to my ship, and as my SRV was folded away I knew what I had to do. I took off, targeted his still empty and parked sidewinder, and blew it to bits. His SRV boosted over a ridge and into view, weapons flashing angrily at me, I targeted him, staring out my cockpit through the tears and grief, wishing it hadn't come to this. I squeezed the trigger and took the life of my first commander.
I'm in a Cobra MkIII now, running fed missions for that permit to Sol, still haunted by my first few hours in this new frontier.
