beers on me
31 Jan 2016W4ve
out in the Frey system. This is my first rodeo working for mr Hudson. Or as I like to call him... Hud. He didnt like that but, I got guns and he has enemies, that need some killing. Doing merits for him don't pay much, but hey, I'll try this and if Hud keeps his end, it will be worth it. Besides, what do I care which faction controls what. Any who, I see a res site and figure old Hud wont mind a little detour. Besides, its not like he gave me any gas money. So I head there and I'm killing for a few hours. Other cmdrs are poping in and out. I try to wing up but no one seems interested.
Suddenly a viper and a sidey cmdr open up on me. Pfffffft... I spit my coffee on my console... seriously guys what the hell? I'm in a vulture and its spec'ed out well for combat. I bring them both down to 3-6% health and let them run off. Being the nice merc that I am (and since their deaths don't hold any cash value). I send a message over xbox asking why they shot at me, and to know I let them live so they wouldnt lose any credits. No hard feelings boys. No response. I bounty a few more npcs and decide I should cash in since they did scratch some paint.
On my way back I'm interdicted by a viper mk4 cmdr. He opens up right away as well. So frig this, Im fighting back. This guy is better than the last two and I'm already at 60% health with low shields so he's putting some hurt on me. I finally kill him but he's broke my canopy. No time for a friendly, wtf was that message. I turn back to my course and run for the station.
I drop out of frameshift and have to say that the air inside my suit smells pretty bad. All this attention has got sweaty and this thing must be lined with polyester. I have no cental hud as its down with my canopy being shot out. With the frameshift drive lights lined up all blue on the few working panels I have, I drop out dreaming of a cold garratt station micro brew.
Suddently lazers every where. There's at least two commanders sitting outside the station waiting for me. Frig. My canopy is gone. Time is ticking. No shields and now I think I may have shit myself just a little.
Deep breath... oh gods the stank... ok hold my breath.... I can do this. Just boost, ask permission to doc, and turn on auto doc computer. I can make it. Frig.... auto doc computer is out. I waste valuable seconds to look over my shoulder. That beam that broke my canopy, missed me and burned a giant hole in my auto doc module. Shit. I haven't manually docked since I quit hauling in that boat type 6. I've got so much extra room in this vulture that I figured auto doc computer frig yeah...all well... clench your butts boys we're going in
So this will me my first doc at full speed without aid... ever. That type six was always slow and steady. Frigging federation wouldn't spend money in sheilds for that tub. Besides that takes up valuable cargo space. Well enough reminiscing, here we go. Throttle max and boost. Were coming in hot.
I make it. (How the frig are laser blasts are still hitting me?) Oh right, They are shooting me through the front door into my back door. Ok just some lateral thrust. Set it down and I'm in thank the gods its time for clean pants.
So now, with a clean suit on and the old one tossed out an air lock; I'm now enjoying a miller genuine draft. Which judging fron how far they Fray system is from earth, it's not likely genuine. But hey my pants are clean and its a beer. Besides it could be worse... it could have been coors.
Hope you all enjoyed. Besides pooping myself this did just happen to me. Sorry if I stepped in something and to the cmdr that forced me to kill him... good fight. Come on in. Beers on me