(I post this has a token of my appreciation and dedication to what ED and the TEAM have accomplished, and even greater things to come)
*edits allowed
[story mode engage]
The other day I dropped into a hot RES (Resource Extraction Site)
and there was a dozen or so ships, all mining, pirating, and
policing all over the place. I flew slowly, trying to make sense of
the melee, just easing into range. Scanned my first Wanted, and
waited until he rotated towards the outer edge of the main group.
Then I popped guns and put the power to full weapons. I came in at
300ms and just waited for a broadside detailed hull, a full second
of discharge pounded the Sidewinder and the duck was without
shields. We made two more orbits of each other, while no one seemed
to noticed really, the duck popped a shield while I recharged the
batteries. But with sparks betraying a degraded state, barely a
finger or two brought them back down.
I went for a burst of throttle to see the look in his eyes, but the
prey cut power, drifting dead, and exploded as I gave my shields a
little test of bumper ships. No cargo, no ship. Next.
The fight grew around me quickly, and soon targets were a plenty,
but not all scanned. I belted a Clean Miner with quad lasers. Too
late now. The Federals are on me.
I tested the local police for a bit, seeing how they held up.
Shooting back though, was not a good decision. I became the hunted.
Stow the weapons and lite the engines, time to burn plasma.
In the mist of a planets rings, with lasers and ships slicing
through asteroids and debris. I turned and ducked, boosted to put
ship and attacker between rock and light. Shields were failing, a
Dropship and Python joined the attack briefly. I burned and put wing
to rock, racing through passed the rocks like cones on a racetrack,
I had to shake them off, I could get clear and jump to safety.
A minute later and space took over, clear of the Ring but not it's
Mass. A few more burns though, and it was all over... R/R
I even made some money.
I'll pay that Fine every time.
*edits allowed
[story mode engage]
The other day I dropped into a hot RES (Resource Extraction Site)
and there was a dozen or so ships, all mining, pirating, and
policing all over the place. I flew slowly, trying to make sense of
the melee, just easing into range. Scanned my first Wanted, and
waited until he rotated towards the outer edge of the main group.
Then I popped guns and put the power to full weapons. I came in at
300ms and just waited for a broadside detailed hull, a full second
of discharge pounded the Sidewinder and the duck was without
shields. We made two more orbits of each other, while no one seemed
to noticed really, the duck popped a shield while I recharged the
batteries. But with sparks betraying a degraded state, barely a
finger or two brought them back down.
I went for a burst of throttle to see the look in his eyes, but the
prey cut power, drifting dead, and exploded as I gave my shields a
little test of bumper ships. No cargo, no ship. Next.
The fight grew around me quickly, and soon targets were a plenty,
but not all scanned. I belted a Clean Miner with quad lasers. Too
late now. The Federals are on me.
I tested the local police for a bit, seeing how they held up.
Shooting back though, was not a good decision. I became the hunted.
Stow the weapons and lite the engines, time to burn plasma.
In the mist of a planets rings, with lasers and ships slicing
through asteroids and debris. I turned and ducked, boosted to put
ship and attacker between rock and light. Shields were failing, a
Dropship and Python joined the attack briefly. I burned and put wing
to rock, racing through passed the rocks like cones on a racetrack,
I had to shake them off, I could get clear and jump to safety.
A minute later and space took over, clear of the Ring but not it's
Mass. A few more burns though, and it was all over... R/R
I even made some money.
I'll pay that Fine every time.