Heavyporker
02-02-05, 19:23
Allright. I wanna talk about gliders and last night. Major points will have an * in front, for emphasis.
Last night was so cool, and so wank.
Me and a Spy pilot (let's call him Sky Captain) decided to partner up. So, Mr. Captain comes and becomes my wingman.
We meet up at Battle Dome, decide to pull out our assault gliders. You know, the single-seat rocket launchin' wing rippers.
*Well, shit. Something's wrong with that ASG. Any glider spawned seems to have a proclivity for flying all over the damn spot without a pilot in the seat. They're hitting everything in sight. One of my assaults just blew up... just from tapping the ASG? Fucking fix this.
So, we keep trying again until the gliders come out without hitting something and losing major hitpoints....
We get all the ammo, we're hot to trot, loaded for bear, and we go andstart taxing up the runway (hill). We take off. Oh, boy, this is awesome - two gliders just soaring. We're chattering, we say on alliance - "alright, we are good to GO. Air Force heading to Emmerson."
* We go east of Battle Dome. In j06, I blow up Mid-Air trying to zone. Mr. Captain fatals and his glider goes boom too. WTF. We were completely CLEAR of everything, below maxium cruising height and all that.
* We go back and try again. I'm on my last assault glider by now. We decide to go south, then east. Mr. Captain gets to i07 okay. I go south and warp to h04. WTF?!
I make it to i07, though.
We, the Air Force, are now taking on Emmerson's infested outpost full of FAs. Well, shit. Damn trees - if we can even lock on, hurtling at them at 100 mph, one errant tree in the way and we lose full target lock. We got these Fallen Angels nice and riled up, though. Wow.
*Ten minutes in, I lose control of glider, it just won't go up for all the finessing I do. Boom. Dammit. I lose my glider. No worries, I make it to a GR and get back to BD.
*Mr. Captain and I decide to ride in his advanced glider - yes, that one, where the tail gunner gets the cool bombs. We go up, everything's nice and okay. We go south, boom. I enter permasynch?!? Well, no worries, I make it out alive. He returns, picks me up. We're good to go. Noo... we go east, we BOTH get kicked out the glider. No problem, though, he manages to get his glider back - it's auto-landing protocols worked in this case. Okay, we're off again.
At Emmerson, we're now dropping bombs right and left. You think that's good? No.
FFS, at least give the bomb weaponmount some horizontal targeting. You know how DIFFICULT it is for a glider traveling at 100 mph to line up in a flyby that can take it right over a target? Sheesh.
We're taking loads of fire, so we land to repair, but gaffes on our part gets us killed.
No problem. Mr. Captain decides that we need to get my assault gliders remade. We take a timeout, get the gliders done. We decide to do a new run. You know the routine - gr to Bd, then prep up and get flying. We go south and east. Everything's decent now. But, wow! They've got a Rhino doing anti-aircraft. THIS is what a real challege is! We do buzzs and flybys, hitting the rhino. But disaster strikes after I land outside the OP zone to heal up and repair the glider from the heavy damage it took (from an APU with HL... WTF?).
* I finished repairing and buffing. I zone back.... ONLY TO GO INTO 360* VERTICAL SPINS, WHEREUPON I IMMEDIATELY CRASH INTO A GIANTIC FIREBALL!!! FFS. Mr. Captain goes down too from massed firepower.
We decide - well, we'll give this one more try. We go back to BD, but it's covered! We immediately GR to TH. Alright. We try to get a new outpost team with some groundpounders to give us covering fire. What luck - we get a gentank, so Mr. Captain decides that he and the gentank will go in his advanced glider to do bombing runs, whilst I take out my last assault glider for directed fire.
Everything seems to go alright.. we go to gaba, we go north and west a bit. We go into the zone, even after Mr. captain gets into some wonkiness.
*Turns out Mr. Captain is falling out of his glider every 10 or so seconds, even without pressing "jump". FFS.
*We're at Emmerson now. It's totally deserted. So mr. captain decides to hack. He takes a layer down, gets back into his glider. What luck - he's getting ejected every 10 seconds still, and falls to his death. His glider, WITHOUT A PILOT.... GLIDES SOUTH FOR FIVE FUCKING SECTORS BEFORE LANDING, RIGHT INTO A FUCKING LAKE!!! OMFG.
And me? Where was I? I was circling the OP, waiting for defenders. After nothing for 15 minutes, I start low flybys over the plains to the west of the OP. Much fewer trees, and easier to see targets if they come from Chester.
*Right when I do the plains coverage, I get hit by a popup by my antivirus' annoyware that automatically minimizing Neocron... I close it and get back ingame in about 5 seconds, only to find myself standing in a light dusting of wires, pipes, plates, and computer junk.
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.
I was coasting 2 meters off the grass, completely clear of any trees for 500 meters, and the glider immolates itself in the FIVE SECONDS I wasn't controlling it?!?!?!
Fuck. I just GRed out to my apartment to quit for the night.
That was just entirely too aggravating, 3 hours of sheer frustration for, what, a grand total of 20 minutes of pleasure?
Fuck.
Last night was so cool, and so wank.
Me and a Spy pilot (let's call him Sky Captain) decided to partner up. So, Mr. Captain comes and becomes my wingman.
We meet up at Battle Dome, decide to pull out our assault gliders. You know, the single-seat rocket launchin' wing rippers.
*Well, shit. Something's wrong with that ASG. Any glider spawned seems to have a proclivity for flying all over the damn spot without a pilot in the seat. They're hitting everything in sight. One of my assaults just blew up... just from tapping the ASG? Fucking fix this.
So, we keep trying again until the gliders come out without hitting something and losing major hitpoints....
We get all the ammo, we're hot to trot, loaded for bear, and we go andstart taxing up the runway (hill). We take off. Oh, boy, this is awesome - two gliders just soaring. We're chattering, we say on alliance - "alright, we are good to GO. Air Force heading to Emmerson."
* We go east of Battle Dome. In j06, I blow up Mid-Air trying to zone. Mr. Captain fatals and his glider goes boom too. WTF. We were completely CLEAR of everything, below maxium cruising height and all that.
* We go back and try again. I'm on my last assault glider by now. We decide to go south, then east. Mr. Captain gets to i07 okay. I go south and warp to h04. WTF?!
I make it to i07, though.
We, the Air Force, are now taking on Emmerson's infested outpost full of FAs. Well, shit. Damn trees - if we can even lock on, hurtling at them at 100 mph, one errant tree in the way and we lose full target lock. We got these Fallen Angels nice and riled up, though. Wow.
*Ten minutes in, I lose control of glider, it just won't go up for all the finessing I do. Boom. Dammit. I lose my glider. No worries, I make it to a GR and get back to BD.
*Mr. Captain and I decide to ride in his advanced glider - yes, that one, where the tail gunner gets the cool bombs. We go up, everything's nice and okay. We go south, boom. I enter permasynch?!? Well, no worries, I make it out alive. He returns, picks me up. We're good to go. Noo... we go east, we BOTH get kicked out the glider. No problem, though, he manages to get his glider back - it's auto-landing protocols worked in this case. Okay, we're off again.
At Emmerson, we're now dropping bombs right and left. You think that's good? No.
FFS, at least give the bomb weaponmount some horizontal targeting. You know how DIFFICULT it is for a glider traveling at 100 mph to line up in a flyby that can take it right over a target? Sheesh.
We're taking loads of fire, so we land to repair, but gaffes on our part gets us killed.
No problem. Mr. Captain decides that we need to get my assault gliders remade. We take a timeout, get the gliders done. We decide to do a new run. You know the routine - gr to Bd, then prep up and get flying. We go south and east. Everything's decent now. But, wow! They've got a Rhino doing anti-aircraft. THIS is what a real challege is! We do buzzs and flybys, hitting the rhino. But disaster strikes after I land outside the OP zone to heal up and repair the glider from the heavy damage it took (from an APU with HL... WTF?).
* I finished repairing and buffing. I zone back.... ONLY TO GO INTO 360* VERTICAL SPINS, WHEREUPON I IMMEDIATELY CRASH INTO A GIANTIC FIREBALL!!! FFS. Mr. Captain goes down too from massed firepower.
We decide - well, we'll give this one more try. We go back to BD, but it's covered! We immediately GR to TH. Alright. We try to get a new outpost team with some groundpounders to give us covering fire. What luck - we get a gentank, so Mr. Captain decides that he and the gentank will go in his advanced glider to do bombing runs, whilst I take out my last assault glider for directed fire.
Everything seems to go alright.. we go to gaba, we go north and west a bit. We go into the zone, even after Mr. captain gets into some wonkiness.
*Turns out Mr. Captain is falling out of his glider every 10 or so seconds, even without pressing "jump". FFS.
*We're at Emmerson now. It's totally deserted. So mr. captain decides to hack. He takes a layer down, gets back into his glider. What luck - he's getting ejected every 10 seconds still, and falls to his death. His glider, WITHOUT A PILOT.... GLIDES SOUTH FOR FIVE FUCKING SECTORS BEFORE LANDING, RIGHT INTO A FUCKING LAKE!!! OMFG.
And me? Where was I? I was circling the OP, waiting for defenders. After nothing for 15 minutes, I start low flybys over the plains to the west of the OP. Much fewer trees, and easier to see targets if they come from Chester.
*Right when I do the plains coverage, I get hit by a popup by my antivirus' annoyware that automatically minimizing Neocron... I close it and get back ingame in about 5 seconds, only to find myself standing in a light dusting of wires, pipes, plates, and computer junk.
WTF WTF WTF WTF WTF.
I was coasting 2 meters off the grass, completely clear of any trees for 500 meters, and the glider immolates itself in the FIVE SECONDS I wasn't controlling it?!?!?!
Fuck. I just GRed out to my apartment to quit for the night.
That was just entirely too aggravating, 3 hours of sheer frustration for, what, a grand total of 20 minutes of pleasure?
Fuck.