I feel sorry for them, because I wouldn't fight me. Not even junk or cargo or some tiny bounty. It's not uncommon for me to be set upon by a swarm of fighter craft who are woefully equipped to match me and, after a minute or two, have all been destroyed, leaving nothing in their wake. I've destroyed hundreds upon hundreds of ships in countless fights, some of which even tested my mettle. In fairness, the second most common thing has been the combat. Then, it's a case of shooting or three-point-space-turning past this obstacle to carry on along your way.Īnd I think that's what has most defined my Space Career in Rebel Galaxy: flying toward my next objective and occasionally manoeuvring around whatever might appear in the way. Nevertheless, even with their acceleration, you still spend a lot of time tapping your fingers as you inch toward another waypoint and quite a few trips are interrupted when you find yourself flying into previously unseen asteroids, space junk or occasional ambushes. As you might expect, all your travel means that Rebel Galaxy has the equivalent of a time dilation feature, warp engines that send you shooting across the map just as soon as you've put some distance between yourself and the nearest ship or stellar object. Space is really big and a lot of it is empty. Mostly, though, it seems that life is slow. Life is hard out here, Rebel Galaxy says, as well as being cheap.
The ships are rough and ready, while many of the cargoes awaiting transport are as unromantic as alcohol and soy paste. There's also a flavour of Firefly added in, with plain speakin' mercenaries languishing in bars and the twang of a steel guitar (or the roar of an overdriven one) filling the soundtrack.
This is what we call a 'target-rich environment.' Space, the game wants you to believe, is alive all around you. Independent of all this, there's other Space Business going on and the chance you might sometimes come across things like a police chase, two factions in a fracas or perhaps even an invasion fleet. Its vision of space is that of a lawless frontier, one where opportunistic libertarians find their fortune chasing down bounties, trading goods and taking jobs without asking questions. Nobody needs to perform a parentage test on Rebel Galaxy to see a lineage that stretches back to Elite, by way of Chris Roberts' Freelancer. A lot like a day in the life of a Top Gear presenter. Space is also a very big place and much of it is empty, meaning my life as a mercenary-cum-trader involves a lot of long and languid cruises back and forth in whatever my newest vessel is, rock music blaring out the Space Radio and my travels occasionally marred by brief bouts of intense violence.
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Rebel Galaxy's rendition of space is full of possibilities - but they're all a little too dull and repetitive for it to really work.
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