Well, tonight's action was kind of fun. Marvin, Lost, Gordon, Khan, Chavik and I were onboard for about an hour (I think the others were there longer) and Marvin decided to do a little exploring on Galadran. Unfortunately he decided to use Khan's OC to do it, and when Khan left (I can't remember if he got dumped or quit) Marvin's ride disappeared with it.
Well what are fleet buddies for if not rescue missions? Lost and I started tooling towards Marvin and I remembered what the GALCOM recruiter said back on Sol: "Join the navy kid, you'll get to visit exotic places, meet exotic peoples...and shoot them!"
Well, at least that's what I was thinking. As it turned out, none of the auto-generated NPC's decided to engage me. (My reputation must be growing ) Now a funny thing about where Marvin had landed himself. He had Insurgent bases on three sides. Well, I always say that if you're going to rescue someone, you do it in full force. Somehow without picking a fight, I got my Megaron between the three bases and managed to land in the crater Marvin had parked in.
Now somehow he had found another OC and when I finally found him it turned out that he had already made it back to where his shuttle had been parked, so it turned out I carefully picked my way through the Insurgent's nest for nothing. Well, a job's a job, and Marvin now gained altitude back and turned his compass needle home. I did likewise, but of course Marvin's shuttle left me in the dust as his quick recharge time moved him through the jumpgats and wormholes en route to Procon.
That's why it was especially satisfying when I tried my luck in the Flux Field and hit the jackpot. Yeah, I was enjoying a leisurely iced-tea on the bridge when Marvin finally hit Procon again. We then discussed whether it was better to be skilled or lucky. I'll take the latter and learn the former I think.
Kalshion had wanted some action shots of marines, so we took it on ourselves to go planetside and accommodate our friends in the First Orbital. I hit planetside in (the Procon equivalent of) Siberia and landed near some gunships that I discovered I couldn't fly. Marvin landed and tried with the same result.
Well, by now it was getting late and the sun was setting over the horizon, but I did manage to get
this shot of Lost taking his cruiser back out to resume Prime Fleet's vigilant guard over Procon's skies as they reddened with the onset of night.
ZM out.