Pilot Archive
Thread: I had to do it . . .
One day, early in my career in Deep Space, I was practicing killing Imperial Gunboats. I'm minding my own business, when out of nowhere swoops an Imperial PvP pilot, blaster bolts flashing past my cockpit. I was so startled I nearly spilled my beer.
He took out my engines on his second pass. There I was, dead in space, and I still had 42 monthly payments left on my ship. I was NOT happy.
Then the little Imperial bugger starts sending me taunts across the radio. Telling me how he'll take my ship apart piece by piece while backing up his words with the occasional blaster bolt taking chunks out of my ship. BLAM, there went my side strakes. I paid good money for those.
I checked my systems and still had reactor and cap power, although weapons were down and engines out. The imperial bastid was drifting in from my port side. I checked the range - 320m and closing. He was still talkin' smack on the radio and taking pot shots at my ship, but then I realized that he was just taking the pot shots and didn't have my reactor targeted.
I checked shields - 75%. Weapon capacitor was full. Range - 170m and apparently stopped. BLAM, another blaster bolt streaked by my cockpit and gouged a deep furrow into my wing. Sparks were crawling up and down the fuselage. The taunts kept coming over the radio.
I'd had enough. I did a last check on range - 162m. Shields at 50% and capacitor at full. I flipped open the safety cover to the reactor bypass switch.
I remember his last taunt - he said "I think I'll take your ship apart a little at a time...".
I tripped my mike in response and said "Close your eyes, homie, this can be bright".
There was a brief "Wha-?" over the radio as I pushed the button and the system shunted weapon, shield and power through the reactor. The resulting EM backlash sent a pulse bursting from my ship. I opened my eyes and focused back on the blackness of space. The Imperial ship was just off my port side, surrounded in a cloud of smoke. Sparks were arcing across the entire ship.
Apparently his radio had survived, although nothing else did. The stream of cursing coming through my headset was hard to miss. I turned down the volume, locked my helmet visor and grabbed the ejection handle. Leaning forward slightly, I peered out of my cockpit and waved, then ejected into space.
I was still laughing when the rescue shuttle hauled me back to the station. Hell - I'm still laughing now.
oh and great RP post too
NorLeoRo wrote:
That is pretty funny, Korbyn. I know you based this on a true story since you told me it before. I suppose this is one time that I could say epulse is justified... but that is as much as I will budge.
Yeah, it's based on a true story alright. The irony of frying his systems and leaving him dead in space was waaay too much for me to resist. If he hadn't been taunting me the whole time, this wouldn't have been nearly as hilarious.