Out of Fuel? - Explorer Rescue Service, The Fuel Rats
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Rescue Report
21 JUL 3301
8:08 AM - Ratsignal received.
CMDR Quorti stranded @Puppis Sector IR-W C1-15, near Harpulidna System, Felicia Winters territory.
8:14 AM - Dispatched
After CMDR Anuranium gathered all the required info, I was dispatched from Groombridge 34.
8:27 AM - Arrival and Rescue.
Had to dock halfway there to change outfit and got interdicted twice by Felicia Winters ships, but I managed to get there and successfully refueled CMDR Quorti's Vulture, another mission complete! o7
21 JUL 3301
8:08 AM - Ratsignal received.
CMDR Quorti stranded @Puppis Sector IR-W C1-15, near Harpulidna System, Felicia Winters territory.
8:14 AM - Dispatched
After CMDR Anuranium gathered all the required info, I was dispatched from Groombridge 34.
8:27 AM - Arrival and Rescue.
Had to dock halfway there to change outfit and got interdicted twice by Felicia Winters ships, but I managed to get there and successfully refueled CMDR Quorti's Vulture, another mission complete! o7
Fuel Rat Report
21.07.3301
4:35pm
I've sealed the hatches following a gas leak that's broken out in one of the nearby station complexes and am settling down to do some Fuel Rat promotional work when the signal comes in. Only 4 jumps from where I sit, slow basting in my own recycled air, Cmdr Tyrrandion lies adrift having run out of fuel in Col 285 Sector DC-R B19-7. I can't just sit here writing gibberish about Fuel Rats not exploding all over people's trousers can I? No sir I cannot.
10 minutes later
"God, that sounded quite scary"
Did I ram another customer I hear you ask? Did I bo****ks!
Not only is the client refuelled but I have been declared a saint, and that my friends, is a FIRST.
Coda: when I got back to station I nearly got twatted by one of these stupid things ...
... time for a drink I think!
21.07.3301
4:35pm
I've sealed the hatches following a gas leak that's broken out in one of the nearby station complexes and am settling down to do some Fuel Rat promotional work when the signal comes in. Only 4 jumps from where I sit, slow basting in my own recycled air, Cmdr Tyrrandion lies adrift having run out of fuel in Col 285 Sector DC-R B19-7. I can't just sit here writing gibberish about Fuel Rats not exploding all over people's trousers can I? No sir I cannot.
10 minutes later
"God, that sounded quite scary"
Did I ram another customer I hear you ask? Did I bo****ks!
Not only is the client refuelled but I have been declared a saint, and that my friends, is a FIRST.
Coda: when I got back to station I nearly got twatted by one of these stupid things ...
... time for a drink I think!
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Ratsignal!
We need your help.... Hutton Orbital has plans to release a special commemorative rare item for those brave (or foolish) enough to venture there and make it without running out of fuel (or in flight snacks).
This is the perfect opportunity for free advertising for your particular brand of heroics. The Hutton Mug (sponsored by the Fuel Rats).
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=168522
'Delivered over vast distances by those in search of a profit, the Hutton Mug is only sold to commanders who make the painfully long journey to Hutton Orbital. Made from the salvaged frame shift drive plates of ships that run out of fuel before reaching the station, this is purely a vanity item commemorating the epic journey. Its value lies in its rarity and latent frameshift energies keeping your drink that little bit warmer for the journey. '
Right on, Commanders and as ever, your names will go down in legend (24pt).
We need your help.... Hutton Orbital has plans to release a special commemorative rare item for those brave (or foolish) enough to venture there and make it without running out of fuel (or in flight snacks).
This is the perfect opportunity for free advertising for your particular brand of heroics. The Hutton Mug (sponsored by the Fuel Rats).
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=168522
'Delivered over vast distances by those in search of a profit, the Hutton Mug is only sold to commanders who make the painfully long journey to Hutton Orbital. Made from the salvaged frame shift drive plates of ships that run out of fuel before reaching the station, this is purely a vanity item commemorating the epic journey. Its value lies in its rarity and latent frameshift energies keeping your drink that little bit warmer for the journey. '
Right on, Commanders and as ever, your names will go down in legend (24pt).
Yeah, that post brought a smile to my face. Very cool.
Love what you guys are doing for the game...congrats.
As the one who first prophesied people running out of fuel on the way to Hutton (post 128 of this thread) I will envisage a new prediction:
"If there ever be a capital ship refuelling community goal, or something of such ilk, then it is foretold that there will be many a CMDR who willeth accidentally donate their entire fuel supply, leaving themselves stranded."
I thus nominate myself for group soothsayer if we need such a thing
NP I spotted you a REPOnce again, I can't rep you. Please stop posting awesome.
And I am so looking forward to the pictures.
"If there ever be a capital ship refuelling community goal, or something of such ilk, then it is foretold that there will be many a CMDR who willeth accidentally donate their entire fuel supply, leaving themselves stranded."
I thus nominate myself for group soothsayer if we need such a thing
I nearly did that on operation Neospike. Fortunately there was a scoopable star right next door. Otherwise I would have waited for him to jump out, then quietly died of embarrassment.
A group soothsayer sounds useful!! Do you have one of those Magic 8-balls? Signs point to yes!
+1 for the sheer hutzpah of this post ... although I personally think the Resublimated Thiotomline rare was wittier (but possibly about 2kly over most people's heads) ... you have my vote sir. Bravo!
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Mission Report:
Client: CMDR MuchZeus
Responding Rats: CMDRs Delvan, Veryinky and watar
Summary:
The client found himself in a Hauler burned up to a crisp. Sensors were offline, FSD down to 21%, hull down to 22%, life support at 7%, thrusters barely functional at 4%, no shields or repair units on board. But critically, his fuel scoop was also offlined! CMDR Veryinky responded in his Anaconda, the SS Temporary Measure, CMDR watar in HMS Nezumi, an Asp, and myself in my Python, the R/V Course With No Aim. The client had enough fuel to keep life support on for the whole trip out, 741 Ly for me and similar for the other two CMDRs. Although it would be a long time before we reached the client, we had voice comms established early on and were able to keep them calm and minimize panic.
CMDR Veryinky was first on scene, though he was unable to see the client's wing beacon. To make matters worse, the black hole holding our client hostage was 8,000 Ls away from the main star...and Veryinky lacked a discovery scanner, so he couldn't even try to get close to where the beacon should be! After many attempts to fix the instancing, CMDR watar reached the scene, at which point the beacon became visible for both pilots. However, every time they got close to the black hole, the beacon would disappear....CMDR MuchZeus surely wore out the toggle switch on his wing beacon this day! Although it was nearly twice as many jumps for me, I arrived on scene before anyone had successfully reached the client.
With three rat clients exchanging telemetry, we were finally able to properly Nav Lock drop onto the client's wing beacon, and the three rats found themselves in local space and able to see each other...but we were each over 300km from each other! Worse, none of the three of us could see the client. After the client rebooted their interface (exited to main menu and logged back in), they popped up in our normal space instance...36 km from me, about 100 km from Veryinky and even further for watar. In short order I had the client's tank refueled.
The next challenge was getting the client out of the black hole safely. They reported they had jumped from within it before, but hit over 120% heat in the process. We escorted the client in normal space until they were 270km from the black hole (versus their initial distance of 150km) and their ambient heat had dropped sufficiently. They successfully made it to supercruise, and we planned a route back to populated space. Every handful of jumps, a pit stop was made to refuel the client. We had to be careful and do the refueling while moving slowly (~30m/s), as if any of the limpets clogged up and exploded the client had very little hull integrity remaining! Refueling duty shifted around between us, and all three responding rats refueled the client at least once during the journey back.
We made our entry into civilized space and escorted the client to Von Biela Holdings in the Thruti system.
Thankfully, we were met with no resistance by any local pirate factions or angry pilots trying to exercise a power play, and the client safely touched down!
All in all, the journey there and back again was a three hour tour. Though most of us aren't in this for the money, I did make over 770,000 credits on all the exploration data I logged during the trip out and back, which was a nice way to garnish this hard-earned save.
Client: CMDR MuchZeus
Responding Rats: CMDRs Delvan, Veryinky and watar
Summary:
The client found himself in a Hauler burned up to a crisp. Sensors were offline, FSD down to 21%, hull down to 22%, life support at 7%, thrusters barely functional at 4%, no shields or repair units on board. But critically, his fuel scoop was also offlined! CMDR Veryinky responded in his Anaconda, the SS Temporary Measure, CMDR watar in HMS Nezumi, an Asp, and myself in my Python, the R/V Course With No Aim. The client had enough fuel to keep life support on for the whole trip out, 741 Ly for me and similar for the other two CMDRs. Although it would be a long time before we reached the client, we had voice comms established early on and were able to keep them calm and minimize panic.
CMDR Veryinky was first on scene, though he was unable to see the client's wing beacon. To make matters worse, the black hole holding our client hostage was 8,000 Ls away from the main star...and Veryinky lacked a discovery scanner, so he couldn't even try to get close to where the beacon should be! After many attempts to fix the instancing, CMDR watar reached the scene, at which point the beacon became visible for both pilots. However, every time they got close to the black hole, the beacon would disappear....CMDR MuchZeus surely wore out the toggle switch on his wing beacon this day! Although it was nearly twice as many jumps for me, I arrived on scene before anyone had successfully reached the client.
With three rat clients exchanging telemetry, we were finally able to properly Nav Lock drop onto the client's wing beacon, and the three rats found themselves in local space and able to see each other...but we were each over 300km from each other! Worse, none of the three of us could see the client. After the client rebooted their interface (exited to main menu and logged back in), they popped up in our normal space instance...36 km from me, about 100 km from Veryinky and even further for watar. In short order I had the client's tank refueled.
The next challenge was getting the client out of the black hole safely. They reported they had jumped from within it before, but hit over 120% heat in the process. We escorted the client in normal space until they were 270km from the black hole (versus their initial distance of 150km) and their ambient heat had dropped sufficiently. They successfully made it to supercruise, and we planned a route back to populated space. Every handful of jumps, a pit stop was made to refuel the client. We had to be careful and do the refueling while moving slowly (~30m/s), as if any of the limpets clogged up and exploded the client had very little hull integrity remaining! Refueling duty shifted around between us, and all three responding rats refueled the client at least once during the journey back.
We made our entry into civilized space and escorted the client to Von Biela Holdings in the Thruti system.
Thankfully, we were met with no resistance by any local pirate factions or angry pilots trying to exercise a power play, and the client safely touched down!
All in all, the journey there and back again was a three hour tour. Though most of us aren't in this for the money, I did make over 770,000 credits on all the exploration data I logged during the trip out and back, which was a nice way to garnish this hard-earned save.
A black hole rescue!!! Glorious!!!!!
(wipes a tear from his one beady little eye)
Take the rest of the day off.
Having returned to the "bubble" from a two week trip out in the black, I had switched from my exploration ship (FRS December, Conda) to my smuggling vessel (FRS Cooper, DBX) some 24 hours earlier. My plan on my return was to run some missions and gain a permit or two, planning for the future or so I hope. I had just finished a "Keep the trade routes clear" mission when up went the Ratsignal. A Cmdr had not enough fuel to jump to a populated system to top up his Vipers tanks. A quick check of the still broken Galmap showed a close named system to be 4 jumps away. Enroute friend request was accepted and wing established.
Entering system Herculis Sector RD-T B3-6 I was unable to locate Cmdr Thejuicyfruit. Luckly he had more than enough fuel to jump into SC and there I picked him up straight away. 4 limpets later he was on his way. Thanks to Cmdr Oberyh (Corrected.) for the back up.
Report ends.
Entering system Herculis Sector RD-T B3-6 I was unable to locate Cmdr Thejuicyfruit. Luckly he had more than enough fuel to jump into SC and there I picked him up straight away. 4 limpets later he was on his way. Thanks to Cmdr Oberyh (Corrected.) for the back up.
Report ends.
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Congrats, glad it went well CMDRs!
Very well Done Delvan. Our first Black Hole Rescue. I had a first tonight as well...
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FUEL RAT REPORT: 21 July 3301
Client: Imperial Clipper
Location: Lugh
Fuel transferred: 8t
Notes: First rescue inside an active Conflict Zone for me
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With so many Rats sitting in the Michief now, it is rare for us oldies to make it to a site first. Especially when flying something like a combat fit Clipper and in the middle of a fire-fight. But that's what happened when the Ratsignal went up. Water, Rusticulous, Paul, and I were blazing toward the client's location in Lugh while the Client logged out to the main menu. Luckily, the Client had upgraded their life support system so were in no danger of running out of oxygen. Water was first in system with Rust and I quickly on his tail.
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Once the Client logged back in and sent the first invite, I was able to invite Rust and Paul to the Wing but could not see Water in Local or Friends lists for some reason. As we all sped toward the Wing Beacon and Nav Lock dropped me into local space, I was greeted by the hail of gunfire and burning of lasers across the vacuum. I don't know who was fighting whom and didn't care as their weapons sizzled harmlessly off my shields. None of the combatants gave pursuit as I shuffled the last few kms to the Client. A few limpets later and he was on his way with Rust and Paul arriving about the time of the Client's departure.
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Of Note:
1) The technique of having the Client send the first wing invite prevented instancing problems again.
2) If you're going to send more than 2 fuel limpets, remember to have the client shuffle forward at about 30-50 m/s to keep the limpets from building up in their cargo scoop. Anything over 10 m/s is sufficient.
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And finally, what I thought had been a harmless hack into Rust's nav computer had actually dropped him on the opposite side of a nearby ringed gas giant. All is fair in Rat Races and Michief!
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FUEL RAT REPORT: 21 July 3301
Client: Imperial Clipper
Location: Lugh
Fuel transferred: 8t
Notes: First rescue inside an active Conflict Zone for me
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With so many Rats sitting in the Michief now, it is rare for us oldies to make it to a site first. Especially when flying something like a combat fit Clipper and in the middle of a fire-fight. But that's what happened when the Ratsignal went up. Water, Rusticulous, Paul, and I were blazing toward the client's location in Lugh while the Client logged out to the main menu. Luckily, the Client had upgraded their life support system so were in no danger of running out of oxygen. Water was first in system with Rust and I quickly on his tail.
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Once the Client logged back in and sent the first invite, I was able to invite Rust and Paul to the Wing but could not see Water in Local or Friends lists for some reason. As we all sped toward the Wing Beacon and Nav Lock dropped me into local space, I was greeted by the hail of gunfire and burning of lasers across the vacuum. I don't know who was fighting whom and didn't care as their weapons sizzled harmlessly off my shields. None of the combatants gave pursuit as I shuffled the last few kms to the Client. A few limpets later and he was on his way with Rust and Paul arriving about the time of the Client's departure.
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Of Note:
1) The technique of having the Client send the first wing invite prevented instancing problems again.
2) If you're going to send more than 2 fuel limpets, remember to have the client shuffle forward at about 30-50 m/s to keep the limpets from building up in their cargo scoop. Anything over 10 m/s is sufficient.
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And finally, what I thought had been a harmless hack into Rust's nav computer had actually dropped him on the opposite side of a nearby ringed gas giant. All is fair in Rat Races and Michief!
Superb write up! Rep to all involved (and sincere apologies if some drunken fool in any way spoiled the gravitas of the moment).
Aha! That's more like it, back to the old days of every Rat for himself. None of this modern thinking of 'you answered first in IRC, I'll politely wait for you to arrive and fire the first limpet'
Seriously though, I am beginning to wonder if proximity to a planetary body causes more instancing and drop-location related problems. Maybe this requires more Science...
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