Sink me, another diary feature!
You may have seen that Alice Bee has started a"land on every planet" runof Bethesda’sStarfield.
It’s a fast travel loading screen you’re able to fly about in.

But what if you double-down on the space stuff?
How well does Starfield scrub up as a thoroughbred space sim that leans towards bloodthirsty piracy?
Here to answer these questions is Mary Read, my custom character and budding astral freebooter.

She’s named for her distant ancestor, the legendary 18th century English buccaneer Mary Read.
Haha, this will be like taking candy from a ba-GREAT JENNY’S TEACUP!
The freighter reacts to my playful bit of skyway robbery with a point-blank fusillade of missiles and lasers.

Blow me down, Bethesda, what have you been feeding your freighters?
This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.
I head to Saturn, and immediately get into difficulties with the United Colonies security forces.

A pack of Longsword ships make a beeline for my position.
One hails me and demands that they let me escort them to meet some admiral or other.
Hold on, this isn’t a routine cargo inspection.

I weigh my chances against the UC’s sleek interceptors and decide to cut and run.
It’s only normal rocket travel to other planets that’s forbidden during combat.)
Bless my binnacle, I’m caught in my very own Space Pirate’s Groundhog Day!

But doing this without shredding the other craft proves fiddly.
And it’s partly because, gah, I don’t know.
What am I missing?

The game’s navigation and scanner HUDs are violently confusing.
In one HUD, clicking the right stick performs vital mid-combat hull repairs.
In the other, it engages Photo Mode.

Your helmsman clipped an asteroid, you say?
Why certainly, I can assist with repairs.
Let me just position myself behind you so I can transfer the parts and - oh whoops.

The game also considerately feeds me a fewinter-factional dust-upswhere I can, in theory, pick a winner.
There’s nothing for it.
“It’s been a long time since I had company,” she sighs.

So I take a stab at murder her in cold blood, and she escapes to hyperspace.
Let’s do this properly next time, Dr Banglawala.
Then I encounter a Settler Econohaul.

The ship’s captain isn’t important enough to have a name, and the vessel is barely armed.
The minutes and hours fly past like pieces of shattered hull.
Am I doomed just to eke out my nautical career harvesting bits of blown-up space lorry?

Might as well go test the waters down Mercury way.
Hmm, what do we have here, a UC Transpo.
I mean, it’s what I’d do.

It’s what a sensible person would do.
But it occurs to me that Bethesda NPCs aren’t celebrated for being sensible.
OK, UC Transpo, let’s rid you of those engines - bang bang bang.

Now, which HUD mode am I supposed to be using again?
Hang on, has that “Dock” prompt been there all along?
Oh my god oh my god.

Avast, ye bilge-sucking star plankton!
Come back here and take your medicine, ye sons of biscuits.
Look, just come back.

I really need this.
The vessel is mine!
I promptly cut my starting ship loose and plot a fresh course to Mars.
I’m a real pirate, mum.
Now to pop swing open the Hangar menu and consider my prize.
It’s a piece of shit!