Re: Elite: Dangerous - and other stuff!
Posted: Fri Mar 27, 2015 4:46 pm
Well I can't say my player interactions have been bad in game. I got taken down by a right honorable pirate in Altair recently.
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthrea ... ost2008393
A pirate belonging to an organized faction called CODE interdicted me (part of the reason they are called CODE is they offer a "safe passage" protection racket - give them X amount of credits via cargo transfer and you get a code to bypass any pirate attacks from them for the month.)
Anyway, I didn't have the code. I was ordered to stand down or be fired upon.
I ran. Or, at least, I thought I was going to run. Turned out this ship was bigger than mine, big enough that it interfered with my hyperdrive's ability to jump (a big enough ship creates a gravity well that will slow a hyperdrive down immensely).
...aaaaand the next thing you know I'm being fired upon. I jink and turn and weave but I'm getting the crap beat out of me. Soon my shields are down and I'm taking hull damage.
Now, outside of combat I know exactly any number of things I could have or should have done, but as you know I play a kind of IronMan mode. Any time I get shot down there's a real chance I'm dead for good and have to start from scratch. So my heart is pounding in my chest. I have tunnel vision, thinking only of escape instead of the several things I could have done instead.
I forgot I had chaff that could have interfered with his targeting sensors
I forgot I could try dropping some of my cargo as a distraction
I forgot that I could have (earlier) tried closing in and weaving around him while my hyperdrive charged instead of running and being an easy long range target
So many things I forgot because I was having genuine terror. It made how people doing stupid things in shows and movies actually make a degree of sense. You get stupid fast when you're afraid.
Next thing you know I'm drifting, dead in space. The pirate had killed my engines. I was helpless. But he wasn't continuing to open fire.
Basically this was his way of saying "care to reconsider your position?"
Calming down I come to my senses and drop cargo. A month ago being left without engines would have been a death sentence, but the latest major update introduced a new feature: "reboot/repair" in which your whole ship goes offline for one minute while you canabilize parts from your other subsystems to get whatever is disabled back up and running again (not by much, just a few percent). Great little feature and I like the fact you have to take parts from other parts of the ship to get it working again.
Anyway, My hull is down to 11% or so and I manage to limp back to the station and lick my wounds.
Later, I come back to the system and see that commander there, hunting other prey. I hail him on text comms, thanking him for not blowing me out of the sky.
"Next time you should really drop your cargo," he tells me.
"Yeah, I should, but you never know when a pirate is going to be a psycho who kills you anyway. Thanks for not being that guy."
"Fly safe, commander."
As scared as I was in the battle, as angry as I was at myself for not managing to get away or stay calm under fire, as POed as I was at him for picking on me, that was a great, great, great moment.
https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthrea ... ost2008393
A pirate belonging to an organized faction called CODE interdicted me (part of the reason they are called CODE is they offer a "safe passage" protection racket - give them X amount of credits via cargo transfer and you get a code to bypass any pirate attacks from them for the month.)
Anyway, I didn't have the code. I was ordered to stand down or be fired upon.
I ran. Or, at least, I thought I was going to run. Turned out this ship was bigger than mine, big enough that it interfered with my hyperdrive's ability to jump (a big enough ship creates a gravity well that will slow a hyperdrive down immensely).
...aaaaand the next thing you know I'm being fired upon. I jink and turn and weave but I'm getting the crap beat out of me. Soon my shields are down and I'm taking hull damage.
Now, outside of combat I know exactly any number of things I could have or should have done, but as you know I play a kind of IronMan mode. Any time I get shot down there's a real chance I'm dead for good and have to start from scratch. So my heart is pounding in my chest. I have tunnel vision, thinking only of escape instead of the several things I could have done instead.
I forgot I had chaff that could have interfered with his targeting sensors
I forgot I could try dropping some of my cargo as a distraction
I forgot that I could have (earlier) tried closing in and weaving around him while my hyperdrive charged instead of running and being an easy long range target
So many things I forgot because I was having genuine terror. It made how people doing stupid things in shows and movies actually make a degree of sense. You get stupid fast when you're afraid.
Next thing you know I'm drifting, dead in space. The pirate had killed my engines. I was helpless. But he wasn't continuing to open fire.
Basically this was his way of saying "care to reconsider your position?"
Calming down I come to my senses and drop cargo. A month ago being left without engines would have been a death sentence, but the latest major update introduced a new feature: "reboot/repair" in which your whole ship goes offline for one minute while you canabilize parts from your other subsystems to get whatever is disabled back up and running again (not by much, just a few percent). Great little feature and I like the fact you have to take parts from other parts of the ship to get it working again.
Anyway, My hull is down to 11% or so and I manage to limp back to the station and lick my wounds.
Later, I come back to the system and see that commander there, hunting other prey. I hail him on text comms, thanking him for not blowing me out of the sky.
"Next time you should really drop your cargo," he tells me.
"Yeah, I should, but you never know when a pirate is going to be a psycho who kills you anyway. Thanks for not being that guy."
"Fly safe, commander."
As scared as I was in the battle, as angry as I was at myself for not managing to get away or stay calm under fire, as POed as I was at him for picking on me, that was a great, great, great moment.