Awesome in-game stories
Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2008 9:52 pm
Following on from Simon B's dogfight here, I thought I'd make a thread for sharing in-game happenings that just make you love Oolite even more.
The other day I was hunting the Constrictor. I'd jumped galaxies and was hot on the trail. Popped out of hyperspace and BAM, there he was, right in my face!
A few laser bursts and he fuel injects away in a streak. Chicken. Having just jumped 6.8LY myself, I couldn't chase, so after looking for him in the trading lane a few times, I went about my business in other systems, hoping to make him believe I'd gone to pursue him elsewhere.
I jumped back into the system where I saw him, but from a closer planet this time, so I'd have fuel. I see two ships on the radar, so I target the first one, which is a Clean Python, and move in for the kill (hey, a guy's gotta eat!).
As I dispatch the innocent trader and move in to scoop his cargo, I get a crackle over the radio:
I can just imagine the fugitive's stubbled face greeting me with a sly grin over the communicator, his message not a thanks of help, but a "Thanks for doing the hard work, sucker... you're next!"
Quickly I swing around and target him, 2 GalCop Vipers appear on the radar as I make my first shots, he fires off a few laster bursts himself and fuel injects away. Both myself and the feds give chase, causing him to make course corrections, scoring hits from time to time as we try to box him in.
I guess the CalGops called for backup, because before I know it, another 3 and another 2 Vipers have appeared in the sky, signal lights flashing. Soon, the Constrictor is nothing more than a purple line, darting around wildly as the law and myself close in on him, laser fire absolutely everywhere.
I've got him down to the stage where his exhaust is flickering, when the unimaginable happens. Near-panic in a sky filled with red and purple, two missiles hot on his tail, the Constrictor makes a hard left under fuel injectors and... BOOM! My screen is filled with a flash as the fugitive collides head on with a Viper, turning them both to space dust instantly.
In the aftermath, the cops seem to have no interest in me, so I sweep up the cargo floating around, and head back to the station. The Military are waiting there for me, with a big fat reward, and my kills have grown as well.
Looks like it was a good day for hunting fugitives
The other day I was hunting the Constrictor. I'd jumped galaxies and was hot on the trail. Popped out of hyperspace and BAM, there he was, right in my face!
A few laser bursts and he fuel injects away in a streak. Chicken. Having just jumped 6.8LY myself, I couldn't chase, so after looking for him in the trading lane a few times, I went about my business in other systems, hoping to make him believe I'd gone to pursue him elsewhere.
I jumped back into the system where I saw him, but from a closer planet this time, so I'd have fuel. I see two ships on the radar, so I target the first one, which is a Clean Python, and move in for the kill (hey, a guy's gotta eat!).
As I dispatch the innocent trader and move in to scoop his cargo, I get a crackle over the radio:
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Constrictor:
Thanks!
Quickly I swing around and target him, 2 GalCop Vipers appear on the radar as I make my first shots, he fires off a few laster bursts himself and fuel injects away. Both myself and the feds give chase, causing him to make course corrections, scoring hits from time to time as we try to box him in.
I guess the CalGops called for backup, because before I know it, another 3 and another 2 Vipers have appeared in the sky, signal lights flashing. Soon, the Constrictor is nothing more than a purple line, darting around wildly as the law and myself close in on him, laser fire absolutely everywhere.
I've got him down to the stage where his exhaust is flickering, when the unimaginable happens. Near-panic in a sky filled with red and purple, two missiles hot on his tail, the Constrictor makes a hard left under fuel injectors and... BOOM! My screen is filled with a flash as the fugitive collides head on with a Viper, turning them both to space dust instantly.
In the aftermath, the cops seem to have no interest in me, so I sweep up the cargo floating around, and head back to the station. The Military are waiting there for me, with a big fat reward, and my kills have grown as well.
Looks like it was a good day for hunting fugitives