The rest of us stumbled off in a herd heading in a general westerly direction hoping to take advantage of what little cover was available when I spies a large orgnised enemy group heading to our drop site.
thinking only of the rum supply I head off, outpacing the remainder of the crew, arriving at the drop zone i spies chaos several large mechs on the verge of capturing the booty. All I could do was run in circles spraying laser fire and srm's at teh nearest red target.
Before long the rest of the crew arrive in their slow lubberly boats and achaotic and brutal close range brawl ensues, made all the more lethal by the dire need to stay in close proximity to the booze, booty and treasarrrrrrr.
Eventually bloodied limping and falling apart the last enemy boat, crashes to the ground and all is still.
A victory! and against an organised outfit too, break ot the good stuff. Then my eyes stray over the report. Top o the charts i may be, but there in red "Teamkill penalty"
I cant beleive my eyes one o my own cannons took down a friendly, and whats worse in the tight press of that brawl I will never know who it was or even how the fateful blow was landed.
So there it is me first evarrrr teamkill, Ye may try to console me that in such a chaotic fight, especially with srm delay mistakes can happen, but it will not erase that mark on me soul and reputation. Still I has me rum and can celebrate me fallen comrade in the best way possible.
Please use this moment of drunken mourning to confess yer own sins to an old remorsefull sea dog, an be warned the Pirate Cat will soon be back with shiny claws and nasty sharp pointy teeth!
Edited by Pirate Cat, 12 November 2012 - 12:11 PM.