Observations—just little things.
27 Nov 2020Villard
Mining LTD ended up being much slower than I would have liked; I only got around fourteen tons (half of my cargo) before some of my friends called me up for bounty hunting. Of course, I packed up my hardpoints and sold my junk at the nearest station, which only got me a million—a saddening price for those hours I spent in that asteroid field. No matter, I had fun with my friends.From twelve million, I dropped to three, outfitting my new Vulture to be the best hunting ship I could bear to pay for. It was a two-hundred light-year trip, and it didn't pay that well in the endgame, but we had some laughs. On top of that, the Vulture is a beautiful ship. Sleek, forked, and dangerous, and looks quite nice hanging by a neutron star. That thing really spoiled me; by the time I switched back to my Walrus, I had already gotten used to that hyperspace dethrottle feature that comes with the Supercruise Computer. Crashing into stars is always a bit of a scare.
It's always the little things: the lack of dethrottle, the size of your fuel scoop, and the stickiness of the witchspace button.
Speaking of fuel scooping, I've gotten just a little above bad at it, and I have a new nickname for myself: "Scooperman."
I'm hoping to exercise that new skill soon on my next run. Hopefully it's better this time, eh?
Cheers and O7,
CMDR
Warm, tingling, 'n bright
Cockpit heaters are alright
Oh, shit, that's a star
— Grant Villard