As the sun slowly drifted past the window of the space station, I decided to call down to the shipyard. I advised them to place my Viper Elite Combat Fighter in storage and take the dust covers off my Type 22 prototype, supertanker, hauler.
It had been quite sometime since I'd last flown my type 22. Upon boarding, I glanced over at the leather couch, now dusty and cracked with age, and remembered messing around with Jill there, even the stale smell in the air reminded me of Jill. For a brief moment my heart filled with sadnes, thinking about that pirate, named Chuck, she ran off with. It had been so long ago now, I'd almost forgotten about them.
I decided I'd go for a big haul, earn some fast credits, and get that military armor upgrade for my Viper. I purchased 250 bong bong pipes, 100 Titanium codpieces, 150 combobulators and some assorted narcotics. This was going to be an epic trip.
No sooner had I left the station, fired up the jump engines, a bong bong pipe and proceeded to super duper cruise speed when I got interdicted by another human in a beaten up old cobra Mk I. 'No problemo,' I complacently thought to myself. I quickly strapped on a Titanium codpiece, loaded a 4 pip engine configuration, hit the engine boost and flicked him the Vs as I boosted past his little banged up cockpit.
This was my life. I'd lived it for 30 years. I knew exactly what to do and I acted instinctively, dropping my heat signature and switching to silent running. Dancing around each other like cat and mouse, until a faint crackle on the comms channel got mt attention. A text message had been sent by my nemesis saying 'Where have you gone, cheat?"
I still to this day don't understand if it was just the adrenaline pulsating through my body or just the effects of the bong bong pipe, but confidence got the better of me. I switched off silent running and quickly loaded up a 4 pip shield configuration. That's when the his first alpha strike hit. Bam, my hull down to 85%... Bam, hull down to 72%. I started to get sweaty. Bam... Hull down to 59%. 'OMG' I thought, 'it can't end like this'.
Loading up a 4 pip engine configuration and jamming my Titanium codpiece in the engine boost, I decided I had no option but to use an old skool trick, A trick not many of the newer generation of pilots knew about. A trick many might think is a little sneaky or even cheating. Old timers always referred to it as the 'Secret Win button'.
That's what I'll do, I'll use my secret win button... I opened up a text comm channel with my nemesis, and sent the following message in all languages... "get lost griefer or I'll report you to the devs". Just as he replied, "OMG LOL!!!, I'm not a griefer I'm a pirate!!", my jump drives came online with just enough time, during the 4 second count down, to reply, "bah bye now!"
Moral of the story, always remember your secret win button.
It had been quite sometime since I'd last flown my type 22. Upon boarding, I glanced over at the leather couch, now dusty and cracked with age, and remembered messing around with Jill there, even the stale smell in the air reminded me of Jill. For a brief moment my heart filled with sadnes, thinking about that pirate, named Chuck, she ran off with. It had been so long ago now, I'd almost forgotten about them.
I decided I'd go for a big haul, earn some fast credits, and get that military armor upgrade for my Viper. I purchased 250 bong bong pipes, 100 Titanium codpieces, 150 combobulators and some assorted narcotics. This was going to be an epic trip.
No sooner had I left the station, fired up the jump engines, a bong bong pipe and proceeded to super duper cruise speed when I got interdicted by another human in a beaten up old cobra Mk I. 'No problemo,' I complacently thought to myself. I quickly strapped on a Titanium codpiece, loaded a 4 pip engine configuration, hit the engine boost and flicked him the Vs as I boosted past his little banged up cockpit.
This was my life. I'd lived it for 30 years. I knew exactly what to do and I acted instinctively, dropping my heat signature and switching to silent running. Dancing around each other like cat and mouse, until a faint crackle on the comms channel got mt attention. A text message had been sent by my nemesis saying 'Where have you gone, cheat?"
I still to this day don't understand if it was just the adrenaline pulsating through my body or just the effects of the bong bong pipe, but confidence got the better of me. I switched off silent running and quickly loaded up a 4 pip shield configuration. That's when the his first alpha strike hit. Bam, my hull down to 85%... Bam, hull down to 72%. I started to get sweaty. Bam... Hull down to 59%. 'OMG' I thought, 'it can't end like this'.
Loading up a 4 pip engine configuration and jamming my Titanium codpiece in the engine boost, I decided I had no option but to use an old skool trick, A trick not many of the newer generation of pilots knew about. A trick many might think is a little sneaky or even cheating. Old timers always referred to it as the 'Secret Win button'.
That's what I'll do, I'll use my secret win button... I opened up a text comm channel with my nemesis, and sent the following message in all languages... "get lost griefer or I'll report you to the devs". Just as he replied, "OMG LOL!!!, I'm not a griefer I'm a pirate!!", my jump drives came online with just enough time, during the 4 second count down, to reply, "bah bye now!"
Moral of the story, always remember your secret win button.
