Well? Well?! Tell us what happened!

Number one or number two!!!


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PS - try to avoid spoilering secrets in the game.

TOW, this is great stuff, but a few too many spoilers for this forum. I'll move it to the spoiler forum.

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The Next Thing I Say To You Will Be True
The Last Thing I Said Was False

The moral of the story is to not post at 3:00 am; you tend to post in the wrong forum and have typos.
My adventure just goes to show you that the story is not all that Freelancer is.

Anyway, I'll go into more depth of my flight into the jumphole.

And now, PART 2 of of our adventure. In our last installment, our hero (ME!) had stumbled into the clammy hand of death himself.
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(BTW, lol, Rhino)
I took a mission from the Outcasts to take out a group of Hessians that was a little to big to tolerate.
Suffice it to say, I was glad I took the mission in which they sent backup. Although I did manage to fight off the first wave of Sabres in my Anubis, the second wave was decimated by my Outcast buddies.

I was combing the system for any leads on the whereabouts of Omicron Gamma (I don't get spoilers), but my exploration was cut short when a group of Sabre-toting Hessians descended upon me like a plague. And, like a plague, they did not go down (remember, I was still in that Anubis). Just when I thought I was about to get away, their "reinforcements" swooped down right in front of me. I fled, not knowing whether or not I would find a method of escape, or the proverbial rock with the hard place closing in fast.
I could not count on my criminal buddies saving me; they WERE my ciminal buddies.
BINGO!
By this time, I was so far in debt with Lady Luck that I knew the collectors were bound to come, but she let me take out one more big loan.
A jumphole.
I didn't know where it went, and I had no time to even glance at the destination's name.
I just wanted to climb out of the grave I had dug myself.
The flame trailing from my dying ship rivalled that of the local star, that rock had appeared with the total dissolution of my shields.
My shields were down and one of the jackals had fired the blast that would cover the grave over. But the god of the underworld came through, as my shields came back up just before the bolt of death hit. The jackals could never defeat their master.
I launched a mine to throw the horde off, pulled my Anubis together, and hightailed it through the jumphole.

I looked around at the bright system I emerged in. No attacks...that's a good sign.
Even better, friendly ships on patrol. They looked familiar, so I took a closer look.
Titans!
Then the name of the system popped up on my HUD:
Omicron Gamma

I had emerged in my new home.

Just then, the collectors found me, and I was fresh out of cash.
The scanner picked up several Bounty Hunters inbound, the Corsairs were moving to intercept.
And I was right in the middle.

[the amazing thing is that I have not made up or embellished anything
-I have decided to make this a continuing series-

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I do what I must, when I must...
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-MEMORIAL- Those who turn their backs on history are destined to repeat it, doomed to be conquered by their forgotten enemies. -MEMORIAL-

Jeez you write it like a frickin book. It's all very elegant and interesting, except you kinda used some of the "shields restoring at last second" and "not looking at jumphole name" in the first part, but it is fun to read, and very visual. You seem like a much more dedicated pilot to survival than I am... I have always found that on the higher levels I live longer when i fight back than when i run. But hey, i just love the mouse combat.

please continue...