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[Pirate Cat]

It be a sad tale to tell, a hellish drop in an aptly heat filled valley, and it all started so innocently, casting me eyes around my from the cockpit of me Jenner, I behelda rag tag group of desperate scum two of which were so drunken and blood crazed they decided that their light mechs could take on the world and promptly hurtled off in the direction of enemy positions and probably their maker.

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.

[jubbly]

In a furrball it's gonna happen once in a while. Maybee this will make you feel a little better about yourself.

[Joseph Mallan]

For posting this thread the way yer scurvy heart has without it bein' talk like a Pirate day! Ye should be hangged,Yarr!

[Pirate Cat]

jubbly, on 12 November 2012 - 12:14 PM, said:

In a furrball it's gonna happen once in a while. Maybee this will make you feel a little better about yourself.

Ah sweet music to soothe the black heart.

Joseph Mallan, on 12 November 2012 - 12:17 PM, said:

For posting this thread the way yer scurvy heart has without it bein' talk like a Pirate day! Ye should be hangged,Yarr!

Every day is talk like a Pirate day YAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR .............puuuuurrrr!

[Tuhalu]

A couple of nights ago, I got a Team Kill.

Mechs swerving everywhere and I put my pulse lasers dead on an enemy Jenner right in front of me. That Jenner went down nearly instantly. Almost immediately, I spotted two kill notices with my name on them pop up. Confused, I checked the names. Somehow some damage had leaked through and taken out a Jenner on the other side of the first one... It was my brother. He was not impressed >.>

Two kills for the price of one is not always a good deal!

Edited by Tuhalu, 12 November 2012 - 12:24 PM.

[Thirdrail]

I killed a team mate in my particle cat once. I was all zoomed in zapping someone on the other side of the map and they tromped in front of me as I was firing. I felt terrible and apologized. They yelled at me anyway. One could argue that you should be careful walking in front of loaded guns, but I didn't think that pointing that out would help the situation.

Actually, I feel even worse about this guy I shot last night, but didn't kill. It was just a little commando, and we were the last survivors in a battle where both sides were down to 2-3 mechs. I was pushing the heat in my love cat, and ended up fritzing my viewport. There was no time to power down to fix the HUD, and when the commando buzzed by me, I lasered him pretty viciously. Once I got a second to reboot my mech, I realized we still had 3 living mechs, not 2, and he was a friendly. Lame. He wasn't mad, though.

Edited by Thirdrail, 12 November 2012 - 12:25 PM.

[Warrax the Chaos Warrior]

I've gone months without any tk's, and then just recently got two. Maybe it's because hit detection is a little better than it was before? I know for me it was in a brawl when a friendly light moved in between and my target after I had already pulled the trigger on 4XLLAS. It's a long beam duration with a lot of damage that I have to hold steady. Maybe they aren't seeing the beam at the same time or in the same place that I am?

[Agent of Change]

I have too have a sad tale, though not of my own misdeeds but of my own misfortune as the hands of a (trusted?) friend.

What a long slog it had, a bloody fight where no quarter was asked nor given. The archway of Forest Colony was strewn with the wreckage of both forces. In my mighty Raven I was harrying a jenner (whose dastardly plan was to draw the evil lrms down upon my brave compatriots).

Our merry chase was spirited, driving us through both friendly and enemy line not once but several times, Engines roaring jump jets flaring, try though he might he could not shake me. Sadly I was paying a price for such dogged pursuit and he teammate had inflicted upon me a fearful cost to my rear armor. once more the jenner runs for my lines, leaping to the sky towards the archway over the hill, I hot on his heals lasers burning bright. He leaps of the edge turning hard right towards the cave as he lands... My mighty ally, an atlas, having been much harried by this villain sees a target of opportunity for vengeance. He quickly centers his sights on the temporarily slowed jenner and with a grim smile fires his alpha strike... A hit, An explosion, A whoop of victory over our comms... and then he sees it "team kill penatly" his sin writ large for all to see.

What my well meaning yet erst while lance mate missed was my decent from the hill began not a half second after the jenner, nor may solid landing as his weapons flared live hitting squarely in my weakened rear armor. But he did hear my cry of dismay in the traditional death chant of my people "Whiskey-Tango-Foxtrot!"

[Pirate Cat]

Yer average light pilot be so drunk on speed that we rarely see the lasers flashing by, and in any case frienly cannons be something you expect when chasing an opposing light through the pack, I for one always get me sails a little burnt by friendlies trying to hit a commando.

I feels a little sorry for another drunken Jenner that veers infront of me after I pulls the trigger on 8srm's. That broadside were eant for the rear of an Atlas, not yer own back armour me heartie. tis however one of the many perils of bein' the cap'n of a light.

[Sen]

I posted the following in a similar topic. I re-post here in the hopes that it will help assuage anyone's guilt over shooting/kililng a team member.

I have a very simple philosophy on this:

While in close quarters fighting with the enemy:
If I get in your way you will shoot me: even If it kills me, so be it. It is my fault.

If you get in my way and I shoot you: even if it kills you, so be it. it is YOUR fault.

When we've just started and/or there are no enemies around:

If you shoot me, i will shoot you back. i do not care if it costs us the match, it is a moral imperative.
If I shoot you, it is most likely because you decided to be an [expletive deleted] and shot me first.
If you did not shoot me first. . shoot me. it is a moral imperative.

Edited by Sen, 12 November 2012 - 01:01 PM.