Posts by Inq

  • Many Questions... They just keep coming. If this is the wrong place please let me know.

    So, I've been looking around and reading up as best I can. I have to say that the story itself is great, but leaves me with more questions than answers.



    Do I NEED to finish the SP? Is that integrated into the MP side for accounts or something?



    Are the 'Quest/Missions' (ie. Hypergate kills you in 20K within Omega 3 unless you finish GMG Quest)


    Are these in MP or SP?


    Where do I find them to do them?



    If you want to play a Coalition Civilian character
    How do I get to the Coalition territory?


    Do I have to be a member of a Faction?



    Exploration and Adventuring.


    I'm bound to enter parts unknown currently that will have faction 'ownership' I have read thru the system rules, but don't have them memorized. Much less know them well enough at this point to even really remember who is who much less if I've entered their ZoI


    If I pass thru and nobody is on the server from that group and then go back thru later and someone is on, hails me from systems away about local taxes,


    Are said taxes per passing, day?


    If they don't come to me in space to get said taxes, do I bother to pay? If so, how?


    If I don't pay taxes, nor plan to dock and explain this, should I expect different responses from each group? Or is there a fairly standard 'Toll Charge' to be expected?



    Money and Transfers


    I'm not rich, yet, but I have saved a few bucks and want to make a fighter. I can rarely find anyone when I am on (-7 GMT; Late Nights) that is nearby, much less able to help out the few times I've actually asked.



    Players Online -VS- On the Forum


    This forum isn't flaming busy, sure, but it gets used regularly.


    How many people that fly actually come here? (do we know?)



    I understad that OP-R8R keeps the story going along its line, not necessarily along the players' RP. I( like that, it makes it feel more realistic to me. I know a couple people in politics, doesn't mean my opinion will change life for all. We are just people in the world.)


    How do the player factions play into the overall story? If at all?

  • next level requirement

    The SP in CF is very beefy, I have to say. I've played the standard SP many times, massacaring it easily, even changing up the difficulty.



    I've found CF SP to be difficult, not because of their skill, but my lack of ability to put out damage really. I've just started it as well, and still stuck with access only to New York, and my counter reads about 240K for next level. I think its working for me tho, I'm not sure.



    I was wondering if the dynamic economy (my biggest nemesis in MP) is just as active in SP. I have many questions about the economy system... can anyone link any directory or such to detail things? or even a detailed description of the system? If there is such a thing...

  • Opinions on a ship choice

    I'm new, and have been following this thread for a couple days. I have to thank all of you that put in your opinions as well. I know I have no face here yet, but I'm now puttering around in the Bullpup III as well, and that is only by the generosity of AceVezwing. A fellow pilot that has recently gotten a start here. And thanks to Corbin for starting this. Great and simple solution to an age old problem.

  • My name is Aedan.

    Blinking....The light is blinding at first. My head feels like a melon, stepped on by one of Kusari's Sumos. Light shimmers, and has a slight pulse, long then short. My vision begins to clear, and I see the dark grey walls have long thin lights. They seem to pulse as I slide down the hall on a gurney, pushed by a man in a white coat. He doesn't look down as he walks.


    My mouth is dry, my throat so hoarse, I wasn't sure I could make noise, much less talk. I knew how to talk. A deep breath brings a sharp pain to my chest. The pain virtually ROARS to life, emanating from my chest, into my arms and legs, filling my head. My scene fades to white hot pain, then...darkness.




    BEEP! BEEP! WHOOSH!...BEEP! BEEP! WHOOSH!


    The light returns, a small thing, growing slowly till it fills all. Brighter and brighter, finally blinding, and begins to fade into a sterile room. A common hospital room, my head is propped up a little. The pain is there too... nagging to be let free. Alone. I know how to talk, I know that the things in this room are all in their proper places, and seem normal enough.




    'Where is here though,' I think to myself, still not trusting my voice to work. My mouth feels like a fleece jacket, that hasn't been washed in years. 'How long have I been here, where ever here ends up being?' The thought continues.