Single handing a reclaimer! That ship rocks! Celebratory pub crawl in Area 18.
The only drawback to that tub is that long climb out. It’s the slowest elevator in the universe. Another minor problem is, while you no longer have to leave the cockpit after you fill every one-SCU container of material to eject it and place it on the cargo grid, you still have to do it eventually. And you can’t be in an armistice zone because the multi tool tractor beam won’t fire. That means if you’re single handing the thing, if you come under attack while you’re in the cargo hold, you have to get to a turret quick and defend yourself, because even a starfarer is going to pummel you. But that possibility just spices up the game a little!Ah! So you were the reason why I fell and spilled my beer...
Anyhow, congrats for your booming business!
Just tell me, of those 5 hours, how many did you spend simply getting in and out of atmosphere?
Now THAT is an attitude worthy of a TEST member!But that possibility just spices up the game a little!
‘Do you see that?’ he asked quietly. At first, only silence followed. Hesitantly, the Guard soldiers began to cast glances to each other, uncomfortable with the Chaplain’s presence and confused by his behaviour. All eyes were on him now. Montoya aimed his mace out at the advancing hordes. Thousands. Tens of thousands. And only the very beginning. ‘Do you see that?’ he roared at the humans. The closest ranks flinched back from the mechanical bark that issued almost deafeningly loud from his skull helm. ‘Answer me!’ He received several trembling nods. ‘Yes, sir...’ uttered a handful of them, the speakers faceless within the masses behind their rebreather masks. Montoya turned back to the wasteland, already dark with the teeming, chaotic ranks of the enemy. At first, his helm emitted a low, vox-distorted chuckle. Within a few seconds, he was laughing, laughing up at the burning sky while aiming his crozius hammer at the enemy. ‘Are you all as insulted as I am? This is what they send against us?’ He turned back to the men, the laughter fading, but amused contempt filling his voice even through the inhumanising vocalisers of his helm. ‘This is what they send? This rabble? We hold one of the mightiest squadrons on the face of the planet. The fury of its guns sends all skyborne enemies to the ground in flames. We stand united in our thousands – our weapons without number, our purity without question, and our hearts beating courage through our blood. And this is how they attack us? ‘Brothers and sisters... A legion of beggars and alien dregs wheezes its way across the plains. Forgive me when the moment comes that they whine and weep against our walls. Forgive me that I must order you to waste ammunition upon their worthless bodies.’ Montoya paused, lowering his weapon at last, turning his back on the invaders as if bored by their very existence. His entire attention was focussed upon the drunkards below him. ‘I have heard many souls speak my name in whispers since I came to Star Citizen. I ask you now: Do you know me?’ ‘Yes,’ several voices replied, several among the hundreds. ‘Do you know me?’ he bellowed at them over the firing of the wall-guns. ‘Yes!’ a chorus answered now. ‘I am Montoya of TEST Squardon! A brother to the Steel Legions of Auroras!’ A muted cheer greeted his words. It wasn’t enough, not even close. ‘Never again in life will your actions carry such consequence. Never again will you serve as you serve now. No duty will matter as much, and no glory will taste as true. We are the defenders of TEST. On this day, we carve our legend in the flesh of every alien we slay. Will you stand with me?’ Now the cheers came in truth. They thundered in the air around him. ‘Will you stand with me?’Now THAT is an attitude worthy of a TEST member!
Full points for you!
Also extra points for the Pub crawl.
One more point and you win a fresh can of Montoya infused Guinness.
Just tell @Yex I sent you.