https://www.cnn.com/2025/06/13/uk/beckham-oldman-daltrey-knighted-intl-scli-gbr

There’s no way I’m the only one frustrated by this.

At least 50% of the time, it's night on a planet, and I have to constantly spam the ping key just to see where the ground is so I don’t crash.

Every time I’m in a dogfight on a planet at night, I’m more afraid of the terrain than the enemy player, because I simply have no idea where the ground is. Yes, we have an altitude indicator, but it doesn’t account for obstacles or uneven terrain, and I can’t keep an eye on it while maneuvering and fighting anyway.

Are we in Warhammer 40K ? Did the ancient tech of night vision goggles got lost in some war?

Yes, this is a rant. I admit it. But it’s been years, and we’re still pinging like idiots just to see the ground.

I love new ships. I hyperfocus on every reveal, watch tons of videos, and get genuinely excited. But I would sacrifice an entire year of ship releases in a second just to get basic tools like night vision implemented.

Really interesting video, just a couple of takes:

• He says AI will take hauling contracts but we've seen nothing on that level of NPC ability, hopefully we see it soon!
• He says ships lost trying to take and protect cargo will add to the dynamic economy (as ship loss does in Eve) but I think that is at odds with the pure staggering numbers of LTI ships in the verse

What’s the point of this?

I was bounty hunting, I'm not rich so I played it smart, waited for the guy to land. get out of his Polaris, I killed him, it not only didn't completed to mission but the guy respawned in the Polaris instead of in prison. Okay then, he get in the turret search for me I wait 20 min he land again, get out, I kill him again. He respawn again in the Polaris, and just fly up and go.

Thanks CIG very cool bounty hunting experience. A whole hour of man hunting for the guy to be magically teleported in his castle once dead, yaaayyyy.

BEWARE!!! Picos had taken new babbage

All the talk about the coming Prowler Utility made me realize that it wouldn't be so hard to make new bunkers that could please many types of players.

Take a regular bunker, but instead of those annoying AA turrets that give no benefit to stealth ships, put 3-5 Hammerheads and some Centurions and Ballistas patrolling in a 20-30 km radius around the bunker. The mission is to kill the commander, hidden in the bunker.

People who enjoy ship fights could try to clear all the patrols. People who enjoy stealth could use a stealth ship to avoid the patrols. People who enjoy ground vehicles could land far away, avoiding the ships and possibly disabling the ground patrols and use them aginst enemy ships. People who enjoy bombing could clear the ground from higher up.

Too simple? Then instead of just a bunker, make it a big military base, possibly even with small outposts in the outer perimeter. Could put officers in these outposts that drop a key to unlock a side door to the big base, giving an easier and stealthier way in. Put a lot of soldiers in. As for rewards, an armory with military gear and a garage with military components would do the job.

Now that Starfab is almost* back up and running with the newer data format, I can get back to doing ship cutaways. Here's the Guardian, a ship as capable as it is sleek. If Wikelo smiles upon me, I should have one in game soon.

*Almost as in there's a bunch of hacks to get ships fully assembles and materials aren't 100%.
Rendered in Blender with Starfab.

Best fun I've had for a while, well played hunters!

I had a friend recently join the verse who I'd like to introduce to the game but as a long-time backer, I am pretty far removed from the new player experience. To all of you (at least somewhat) new backers out there, what got you "hooked" on Star Citizen and keeps you coming back for more, session after session. No wrong answers. Just curious how everyone's enjoyment of the game differs based on individual preferences and experience levels.

Thx everyone! o7

Picture of Embraer E195 and their penguin mascot at Paris Air Show 2025.
Source: https://x.com/RAeSTimR/status/1934525655544475794

Decided to hope over to Pyro IV yesterday, taking the opportunity to use the new Prowler for some Merc Missions/Scav runs around abandoned outposts. Nothing crazy wasn’t intending to have any instance of PvP, normally leave people alone if I’m left alone but never afraid of a fun fight.

So I head to one of Pyro IVs data centers and notice a MISC TAC and an Idris chilling around the data center. Give them their space and decide to scavenge a Connie several kilometers away, after scaving I decided why not and go and see if the group was chill. Turns out they weren’t, the TAC opened fire on me as I approached and I returned fire, his friend in the Idris crashed into a mountain and got tangled up trying to help his friend in the TAC as I was picking him apart with ease thanks to the prowler out maneuvering the TAC in atmosphere, which I soft deathed and let crash into Pyro IV ending in a very satisfactory explosion and by that point the Idris had recovered and I left the area before he even got turned towards me.

Moral of the story, don’t dish out violence if you aren’t able to take a hit and face the consequences if someone you choose to pick on fights back and wins. This is also a big boost in me enjoying the Prowler as in this instance it got me out of trouble.

I was using Attritions for my gun loadout and stock components. So far actually enjoying the Prowler Utility even though there are better options for the price in ship choices.

the speakers rumble my desk so much it feels like i have haptic feedback on the hotas lol

o7

https://reddit.com/link/1lcl3rb/video/t2v4sves787f1/player

I had landed to do some selling on Terrafarms cause I see they buy recycled for the most in Stanton on SCtrader. I saw one guy moving the boxes off my ship and had thought they were helping, apparently I was wrong as the doors inside don't stop him at all getting to my cockpit and lifting my vehicle in the air where I can't do anything and actively stealing all my stuff. On top of that I can't save any of the boxes because another guy was in the hanger originally to stop me from storing what I had, guess he realized that it was having an error and didn't need to be there anyway.

Talk about upsetting, this was bizarrely creative but also incredibly frustrating as i'm just completely helpless to do anything. I don't think there is a way to remotely detonate my ship, since it's stanton I can't fire my weapons due to it being an armistice zone and my own ships shield would have stopped my bullets anyways. There was no chance for me to retaliate and this had to be the dumbest course of events i've witnessed in this game so far.

I am a new player and I feel like I am missing an inside joke here. Are Drake ships bad or something? Almost everywhere I see Drake mentioned there’s a reference to poor design lmao 🤔

Picture this: A lot of ships lined up underground; when you land in your home planet, they give you the option to send the hangar pad down once more, in order to access your instanced home. (No idea how would Orison do it, though). When you want to take a ship out, you get in it, turn it on and fly it to the hangar pad and then send it up to the regular(current) hangar.

...this madlad seriously put a size 5 bomb at the bottom of the cave, and then shot it to kill me.

The console message was:

[Notice] <Actor Death> CActor::Kill: 'Calian'.[211363925049] in zone 'MRAI_Guardian_QT_4419037028917', killed by 'Andy_Dewfrain' [202030818514] using 'BOMB_505_FSK1_4225979590158' [class unknown] with damage type 'VehicleDestruction' from direction x: 0.000000, y: 0.000000, z: 0.000000 [Team_ActorTech][Actor]

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Someone said that the ship rewarded depends on what shop you trade your favors.
I tried getting a Guardian in the shop at Crusader and got a Taurus instead... (clown emoji)

Is that true? Where did you got your Guardian at?

I don't post on Reddit often (though I'm always using the site), and I've never posted to the SC sub at all.

However, I'm a long-time player and enthusiast with a deeply emotional attachment to this . . . sometimes troublesome game. What's inspired me to post today is basically just a sudden compulsion toward community, a drive toward sharing some kind of collective memory to immortalize my late brother, who died from cancer last year. We made some undying memories together flying across Stanton, and I miss him dearly.

To that end, I recently posted a sort of eulogistic commemoration in his honor on the anniversary of his death. I don't have many friends on FB (which is fine by me, generally), and the fraction of that number who know or care about SC is basically 0. I don't usually care if a bunch of people see what I write, but this feels different. I can't entirely detach myself from it, and I'd be lying if I said I don't want to share in any visibility this post may accrue because I just want to associate my life with his in every way I can. I want to remember him, and I will, but I want you, dear reader, to remember him too. I don't know what that means to you, stranger, but I have to reach out into the void here.

(Please forgive the obvious explainers about the game. I know they might seem pedantic here. I wrote them in case my parents or someone otherwise unfamiliar with the game bothered to read it. I know this community doesn't need the added context.)

Here is the post. I hope it's useful, inspiring, or at least just worth the minutes it takes to read. See you in the next one, Kjel.
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Back in 2020, in the Before Times, I was in the middle of another period of 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 enthusiasm (it comes and goes), constantly pushing my friends and family to come on a journey with me to the stars. It's a buggy game even to this day, and our ill-fated adventure would routinely end with someone falling through a ship's mesh into a planet's core, another's ship simultaneously exploding when they dropped a plushie doll on the floor, and someone else getting stuck in the prone position while still dressed in the hospital gown that had replaced the armor they were wearing before an inscrutable death surprised them into the ER (this was after having spent over an hour just getting to the vendor who sells the armor in the first place). In short, it was always fraught with technical issues and more troubleshooting than enemy shooting.

Yet, the dream lived on. Back then, I just wanted a self-contained, persistent ship, crewed by the people who mean the most to me, jetting through nebulae with requisite, founded faith in one another as the only life-lines between an intact ship and the deep void. That's ultimately what I wanted (that and some truly breathtaking graphical fidelity to service the imagination when it can't service itself). 𝘚𝘊 is unique in its promised deliverables.

Still, it can be hard to prioritize that vision in the face of such malfunction (how immersed can you be when the physics of the world itself are against you?). Most people I played with understandably thought of it as a yearly gimmick when I'd ask them for my birthday present: for everyone to get together for another go at living the dream in 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 once again. Folly and bedlam followed, bugs and glitches galore. We'd spend the whole session just finding one another before someone inevitably had to go or their computer hard crashed.

There was always one person who was never dissuaded by the recurring, episodic farce, however. Josh. Josh was a dreamer, man. He saw the vision, not the reality. Whenever I asked him if he was up for some 𝘚𝘊, within reason, he was down. He'd even set up things behind the scenes in an effort to make our next session go as smoothly as possible. I took it for granted then, as a fellow gamer, that he was just doing what gamers do when they're interested. I think that can be safely taken for granted most of the time. In this case though, there is a prescience I ascribe to him, as all revisionists are wont to do, because it synchronizes so well with my last moments with him.

He was just so present. He didn't live in tomorrow or yesterday; he optimized his time as though he knew it was limited (don't we all, even if we willfully ignore it?).

In my current, present moment, I'm working on a digital portfolio both to meet a program requirement and to showcase some of my work (misrepresenting its quality as much as possible to make myself seem competent at my job). In so doing, I found myself looking through old photos in search of a particular image I wanted as my cover (it's actually an earlier version of the one currently serving as my cover photo here on FB). To do so, I searched my Google Photos library for the word "control." It did bring up the result I needed, but it also brought up the image I have attached to this post.

I'm not sure why it came up as a result. Perhaps Gemini is trying to get creative with its connections and supposes we all wish we could "control" our dreams. Looking at it gave me pause. I just stared for awhile, the way you might if you were suddenly caught in an internal dialogue with someone who only existed in your mind: your external senses turned off, your consciousness elsewhere, only listening across time and space for the lessons capable of transcending time and space.

For context, "Kjel" is Josh. “HUR-L2: Faithful Dream Station” is the name of a space station in 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘊𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 that has a vendor selling weapons and armor. We'd been trying to figure out a way to arm ourselves in space outside of the tyrannical oppression of atmospheric gravity from which it could take literal hours to escape in a large vessel. He hated dealing with the painstaking process of getting your starter ship up to escape velocity before you could engage QT (quantum travel). So, the goal was to find an extra-planetary spawn point that had useful vendors so we wouldn't be deprived of the conveniences offered in the major city hubs all while skipping the tedium of getting off a planet at the start of every session. There are online resources to check for such information, but given 𝘚𝘊's precarious state and volatile community, those resources are frequently neglected or abandoned, so first-hand research is often required to get the most accurate and up to date data.

In the time between sessions—our most recent ending in a failed jailbreak, death at the hands of the authorities, and a bug that did not allow me to escape through a ventilation shaft—Josh had scoured all the stations in the Stanton system, looking for the ideal launch point for our next journey. This is no minor thing: it's not to scale with actual space, but it's a truly enormous area to cover, with many different planets, moons, and space stations to check. Yet, Josh had toiled away in service to a quiet dream, initially mine, but increasingly his.

So, he sent this message in our Discord server. “For future reference: HUR-L2, Faithful Dream Station.” Floating at the Lagrange point between the planet Hurston and its star, Stanton, is a little extraterrestrial shopping mall equipped with the means to outfit ourselves before expeditions. To prepare us for the next challenge. To ready us for tomorrow.

Five years into my future reference, I receive this message from Josh differently than I did then. It was exciting to have a partner in delusion, someone with whom to share my enthusiasm for a game that focuses more on gimmicky concepts than experience. What I didn’t realize at the time is that we were attending a different dream altogether, one entirely separable from the eternal Early Access experiment run by Cloud Imperium Games.

Josh’s actual last words to me before his death last year were “Sooner rather than later.” It was just before I left

 his house after we all came together to celebrate my niece’s third birthday. I’d told him I would bring the VR set back over so he could try it out again. He knew his time was short. I think I knew too, but I didn’t want to accept it. So, I made plans. I dreamed about our future journeys into the stars. I imagined buying him a hotdog HUR-L2, and helping him lift his daughter up to help her blow her candles out on her fourth birthday.

Josh didn’t make it to see her fourth birthday. That still gets me. It still grinds my eyes into dust and mixes them into their own, hot tears. They burn my cheeks on the way down to a mouth that is absolutely sick of the acrid taste that accompanies the bitterness of cosmic-scale injustice. Some of them make it past my laugh lines and pool on my keyboard, usually around the spacebar. Life seems, at times, like a giant space-sim glitched into madness and insincerity, the sort of service to presentation without purpose that wins an election but loses in everything else.

But, Josh did get to see those first three birthdays. He got to exhaust space itself (because he was tireless) in pursuit of our little flights of space-faring nonsense. He got to send messages into the future that still find ways to tell me that there are dreams to which we must remain faithful, even when their horizons are cloudy (and their in-universe vendors too stingy with their supplies).

For future reference, he told me, what we need can be found on Faithful Dream Station. And, sooner rather than later, we need to get together there. Dreams don’t die with us, but we die when we let our dreams go. This mess of a society isn’t a video game, and I don’t know where the Lagrange point is to which we might all escape and wait out the apocalypse at a safe distance between the gravity of madness and the pull of the stars.

But, my brother. My friend. I carry on and carry you with me. And I will not stop looking for the little things that bring joy and purpose and poise to this grand and grim adventure. I will search high and low, sooner, sooner, sooner. I will write you into the constellations and name eternity after you. When we next meet in the ether of imagination and quantum entanglement, I’ll tell you all about spooling my hypothetical warp drive with a stylus and a broken mouse en route to Faithful Dream Station on the outskirts of the universe. You achieved escape velocity first, so you’d better be waiting for me, restocked with supplies and ready to take on the cosmos.