I recently purchased a Cobra after what felt like an eternity. I promptly upgraded said Cobra, and then set about the seedy task of hanging around at nav points, looking for cheap targets (which sounds like a space based version of kerb crawling, maybe an idea for an expansion? ).
Anyway, I've had good success up to this point, with the odd Dangerous ranked npcs falling to my "mad skillz yo", as todays yoof call it, and then I see it....
Floating along haphazardly and somewhat drunkenly was a "Dangerous" Hauler. I could just picture this futuristic P reg rusty Transit van of the space lanes, complete with copies of the Daily Sport and Ginsters pasty wrappers strewn all over the dashboard.
Right, I thought. Well these buggers are probably making their way home after ripping off some old lady, no doubt after shoddily resurfacing her space driveway for an extortionate amount, so I'm going to give em' a hiding.
I fumbled with the switches of my X55 hotas which I had just rebound all of the controls on in order to bring up my weapons. Then I hear a rapid "kerthunk", "kerthunk", this goes on for quite some time.
Now there are contacts all over my radar, so many that it looks like it's snowing. "Bloody hell, they've bought the boys along, I'm in for a pasting here", I thought to myself.
Then it dawned on me.
The contacts were white, not yellow.....
I had forgotten what switch was bound to what, and had just jettisoned all 40 tonnes of cargo in one go.
Insert a very loud random naughty word here.......
After several minutes scooping up what I could, 21 tonnes of cargo.......and the space pikey Transit....were never to be seen again.
So if someone driving a space Transit with a dogeared copy of Readers Wives on the dash knocks on your door and offers you some Gallite that fell off the back of a lorry, please do me a favour.......
Shoot them in the face. Repeatedly.
Ta.