Inspired by Gillian Thornhill , I remember an encounter where a High R.E.S.
Inspired by Gillian Thornhill , I remember an encounter where a High R.E.S. proved to be too much for my greedy sense of judgement to handle. I took on one or two targets to many, but I scraped out of there with single digit hull and around 3 minutes oxygen. I hightailed it as fast as I could, which was limited by gravitational forces around me. I jumped into range of the station and frantically entered the docking procedure. As I lined up I was down to 8 or 9 seconds as I was (TOO SLOWLY) approaching the toaster racks. As an inexperienced pilot, I had never rushed docking before, but I had never seen the oxygen dip so low before and I had no idea what would happen. Would I go into some kind of oxygen depletion for a few more seconds or would the game just blank to a death message text screen and then a rebuy? I didn't want to find out so I thrusted some more, knowing full well, that it was too late and I wasn't going to make it to land. At this point, the ingame audio intruded on my thoughts and I heard the sounds of a gasping pilot. I was sure I wasn't making those noises, but they sure felt appropriate. In that fleeting moment, I wasn't sure if perhaps I was hyperventilating. In my noob state I assumed that the oxygen would only be available ONCE I had landed. It never occurred to me that the atmosphere inside the station was oxygenated and pressurised. In the moment of death I was stunned to hear the computer tell me oxygen had been restored. In my highly attentive state I could here the gasping of air, but this time, it seemed to be the sounds of grateful slurps of oxygen being taken in. I hurriedly and gingerly (hull damage) landed and entered the station.
I just looked at the screen in awe. I remember playing the c64 version and creating these stories in my head. Grand garnished and embellished versions of exploits against the vector monochrome graphics. I had just lived through this and experienced some of those emotions like a rollercoaster.
Wow Frontier. I'll cut you a lot of slack if you give me a moment like that every now and then. Thanks for the inspiration. #whatmakeselitespecial
I just looked at the screen in awe. I remember playing the c64 version and creating these stories in my head. Grand garnished and embellished versions of exploits against the vector monochrome graphics. I had just lived through this and experienced some of those emotions like a rollercoaster.
Wow Frontier. I'll cut you a lot of slack if you give me a moment like that every now and then. Thanks for the inspiration. #whatmakeselitespecial
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He didn't move, while my docking permission slowly timed out. Leaving the station to re-request docking was not an option, as I had no more emergency oxygen left. In the end I got shot up by the station.
It was annoying, but in another way really funny.
Or not too long ago my Anaconda exploded just outside Obsidian Orbital. Too bad I wasn't in Open, that may have been a nice show for nearby Commanders.
Reading that again. A NPC blocked your allotted PAD? That's rough and I would probably laugh at the circumstance and curse at the same time. Not too long ago I reset controls a bit and accidentally triggered flight assist, but then didn't know how to take it off before I cause so much ricochet'ed (?) mayhem that the station euthanised me.
I lined up my Vulture right behind his Corba, sticking my nose right up his ass, and boosted. Nothing. :-(
And yes, laughing and cursing was just about what I did. The whole scene was rather ridiculous.