My reflexes must have been dulled by too much time spent hauling my gear from system to system. At least, telling myself that makes it hurt just a bit less. My confidence had been riding too high after my initial 3-0 record since I began trying to make a living hunting prey..
I was in the Rust One, winding my way back towards the constellations I had found success in before, when I noticed another pilot moving through the same systems I was. More curious than wary, I stopped on my way at a planet in the Evaulon system and tried to scan him down. The signal was hazy, but I knew what it was - another Rifter. Hungry for another fight like my last scrap with a Rifter, I began the process of getting closer and teasing out his position.
I should have realized that this wasn't going to be an easy fight when I found him, only a few klicks away from the warp-in point to another planet in the system. He had me locked and was jamming my propulsion systems almost as soon as I arrived, and my shields were gone in an instant. The rest of the Rust One didn't take much longer. He caught my capsule as well - turns out he was faster on the draw than I was. Next thing I knew, I was on the floor of a cloning bay, gasping for breath.
I suppose I should get used to that.