I think I may have mentioned this some time back, so I'll try and give the short version. A friend and I decided to do some scouting. He was flying a Saber, I was flying a Drake. We jumped to Omega-47(?) and were immediately set upon by Corsairs. In the space of a couple heartbeats, my friend's ship went piff - mostly from damage taken while waiting for the jumphole animation to end. Myself, I ducked and weaved through the throng, using asteroids for cover, and afterburner to inch away from them.
In all of the confusion, I got completely disoriented. I never had a chance to sit and set up a waypoint back to the jumphole because I was under constant attack. The best I managed to do was flip up the nav-map, take a quick peek at my heading, and adjust my course a little. I had no idea if I was above or below the jumphole. During this excitement, my friend popped into the sector twice more, and despite a valiant battle, got waxed both times.
Finally, I had enough. I went on the offense - my little drake versus Corsair Titans and Centurions. I kicked their collective butts. I finally got some breathing room, laid in a course, and jumped back to Omega-11. A bunch of Corsairs attacked me. I killed all of them as well, while radiation ate at my ship components. I can't tell you how many enemy ships I fought against and killed, the HUD had a scroll bar listing them all.
A more recent high for me came when I finally got my hands on my dream ship, the Bretonia Gunship, thanks to the Rebalance Mod.