Our Badger Overlord requested a write-up of the incident that I covered a while ago.
A CMDR Barracuda has narrowly escaped death by angry firing squad in his FDL through jumping into the farthest system that he could find in his navigation panel.
Unfortunately he didn't notice the star to be an unscoopable before draining all of his fuel reserves coming there. In his desperation he enabled the rat signal which I immediately responded to - only 1300Ly away from populated space in my Diamondback Explorer, fitted for exploring. My plan was to jump into the first high-tech system that I could find upon reentering the bubble, in order to refit.
Me about halfway to the bubble, one of the CMDRs pursuing CMDR Barracuda managed to find him - albeit only in a Cobra. The rescuee nearly used up his entire fuel reserve in the battle, but managed to destroy the enemy vessel. Logging out and back in to avoid further murder attempts, Barracuda has been blessed by the rat gods through the gift of a sliver of fuel which extended his life by great duration (he really had no fuel when he relogged).
A while later I finally managed to reenter the bubble and refit my ship for a rescue mission before dashing to Barracuda's would-be grave. Arriving at the destination I instructed the rescuee to enable his wing beacon; I swiftly dropped in. Much to our dismay the matchmaking servers didn't seem to want to place us in the same instance, even after repeated attempts. CMDR Barracuda had only very little fuel remaining, a lot less emergency oxygen due to previous draining.
After rigorous attempts to get the instancing to work, I had the idea of the rescuee entering Supercruise for a short amount of time, then dropping back out - which would undoubtedly drain his fuel reserves.
The rat gods were indeed generous on that day - I was allowed to enter the same instance with CMDR Barracuda. I then gently shoved a bunch of fuel drones down his cargo hatch, enough for him to live. Oh and yeah, jump out of the system.
I then demanded my prearranged (it was a bargain so good he didn't even know we decided it until I reminded him after the rescue!) 80 tons of palladium which were swiftly delivered.
CMDR Barracuda reported 1:12 of oxygen left before receiving the fuel.
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A CMDR Barracuda has narrowly escaped death by angry firing squad in his FDL through jumping into the farthest system that he could find in his navigation panel.
Unfortunately he didn't notice the star to be an unscoopable before draining all of his fuel reserves coming there. In his desperation he enabled the rat signal which I immediately responded to - only 1300Ly away from populated space in my Diamondback Explorer, fitted for exploring. My plan was to jump into the first high-tech system that I could find upon reentering the bubble, in order to refit.
Me about halfway to the bubble, one of the CMDRs pursuing CMDR Barracuda managed to find him - albeit only in a Cobra. The rescuee nearly used up his entire fuel reserve in the battle, but managed to destroy the enemy vessel. Logging out and back in to avoid further murder attempts, Barracuda has been blessed by the rat gods through the gift of a sliver of fuel which extended his life by great duration (he really had no fuel when he relogged).
A while later I finally managed to reenter the bubble and refit my ship for a rescue mission before dashing to Barracuda's would-be grave. Arriving at the destination I instructed the rescuee to enable his wing beacon; I swiftly dropped in. Much to our dismay the matchmaking servers didn't seem to want to place us in the same instance, even after repeated attempts. CMDR Barracuda had only very little fuel remaining, a lot less emergency oxygen due to previous draining.
After rigorous attempts to get the instancing to work, I had the idea of the rescuee entering Supercruise for a short amount of time, then dropping back out - which would undoubtedly drain his fuel reserves.
The rat gods were indeed generous on that day - I was allowed to enter the same instance with CMDR Barracuda. I then gently shoved a bunch of fuel drones down his cargo hatch, enough for him to live. Oh and yeah, jump out of the system.
I then demanded my prearranged (it was a bargain so good he didn't even know we decided it until I reminded him after the rescue!) 80 tons of palladium which were swiftly delivered.
CMDR Barracuda reported 1:12 of oxygen left before receiving the fuel.
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