Been playing since launch, defensive trader and faction grinder. On my normal trade run and get interdicted by a Wanted Python CMDR, who then cancels the interdiction less than 5 seconds later and off I go thinking that was a bit weird.
Do the return leg, make a coffee, play some Gran Turismo 6, load up ready to head back again.
Interdiction again, same Wanted Python. Oh well, thinks I... Let's submit and see what the game is. He gives me a standard, polite Piratey Hail to kill my engines.
Being a bit daft and thinking "Hey, this might be a 436 Conda, but I am still running 4 x Large Gimballed Beams plus turrets, I'll take my chances..." I turned to face him and went to give him a tickle. Would have worked a lot better if I'd reset my pips. My opening salvo petered out like a kid's water pistol. By now we are physically hull to hull, grappling like heavyweight boxers. Both of us with full beams on and playing the shield race game.
My hull was down to about 65% and his lower, when my canopy popped (I was slightly below him so I think he had all 5 beams hitting me). I disengaged and ran, managing to remember to stow my guns so the FSD would spool up. jumped out to the first system on the list, found it had no stations, jumped to another and made it in with 2 mins of air to spare (remind me why I think a D-Class life support is any good...)
Repaired up, went to make a coffee and do the ironing, wondering whether I was ballsy or stupid to risk a 10M cr rebuy against my ego. Decided to send the Pirate a friends request, which was tricky as he had an Umlaut character in his name.. He accepted and I thanked him for a good fight, vaguely apologised for getting the red mist and assured him if our paths crossed again I would drop him a few tonnes to make it up. This was accepted with good grace and he was amused by my self-assessment of god-awful pip management.
Saw him again a couple of times on the long range scanner as I pootled back and forth, I think he was busy and so I figured, he knows where I am and he is the one with the interdictor.
Does it make me want to stop playing Open: No... Does it make me want to evaluate the difference between ego, rebuy and having a more defensive loadout: certainly.
And yes, for those of you wondering, your heart does pound like the last 200m of a half-marathon, when you suddenly realise you might be committing a very expensive pixel suicide!
Do the return leg, make a coffee, play some Gran Turismo 6, load up ready to head back again.
Interdiction again, same Wanted Python. Oh well, thinks I... Let's submit and see what the game is. He gives me a standard, polite Piratey Hail to kill my engines.
Being a bit daft and thinking "Hey, this might be a 436 Conda, but I am still running 4 x Large Gimballed Beams plus turrets, I'll take my chances..." I turned to face him and went to give him a tickle. Would have worked a lot better if I'd reset my pips. My opening salvo petered out like a kid's water pistol. By now we are physically hull to hull, grappling like heavyweight boxers. Both of us with full beams on and playing the shield race game.
My hull was down to about 65% and his lower, when my canopy popped (I was slightly below him so I think he had all 5 beams hitting me). I disengaged and ran, managing to remember to stow my guns so the FSD would spool up. jumped out to the first system on the list, found it had no stations, jumped to another and made it in with 2 mins of air to spare (remind me why I think a D-Class life support is any good...)
Repaired up, went to make a coffee and do the ironing, wondering whether I was ballsy or stupid to risk a 10M cr rebuy against my ego. Decided to send the Pirate a friends request, which was tricky as he had an Umlaut character in his name.. He accepted and I thanked him for a good fight, vaguely apologised for getting the red mist and assured him if our paths crossed again I would drop him a few tonnes to make it up. This was accepted with good grace and he was amused by my self-assessment of god-awful pip management.
Saw him again a couple of times on the long range scanner as I pootled back and forth, I think he was busy and so I figured, he knows where I am and he is the one with the interdictor.
Does it make me want to stop playing Open: No... Does it make me want to evaluate the difference between ego, rebuy and having a more defensive loadout: certainly.
And yes, for those of you wondering, your heart does pound like the last 200m of a half-marathon, when you suddenly realise you might be committing a very expensive pixel suicide!
