Honktober Parade

Mission Summary

Pilots massed in the davis sq constellation, anchored by Hackworth and his rented aircraft carrier, containing young pilots in training BBZ and BBL. Cries of "I should have worn shorts," "Does anyone have daystar protection?" and the perennial favorite "who has a wrench?" were heard. Snaxxx were shared round, with Rocket bringing surprise fruits. Kilo3 rescued us all, making a quick trip to the sound of drum beats as the front of the parade launch, to acquire daystar shielding, so the gathered pilots wouldn't all look like Acehole, space lobster, by mission's end.

As the parade wound into throngs of gathered food, we acquired a civilian and a Tango. Separating School of HONK from the rest of the festive noisemakers, SCUL spread out to the oooooo's and aaaaaa's of onlookers. We gamely circled around Hackworth, with Lordmcfuzz holding space at the rear to ensure rogue pilots didn't tangle with dancers. The smallest of food delighted in patent pending's betrumpeted pikachu, while others were amazed by pq's ariel trickery on clash.

Meanwhile, kpafun's contingent of cargo haulers from school of honk were instructed on parade protocol and gamely did some loops with the fleet as he hooted and honked. Other wild spaceships did not receive the primer, and provided technical obstacles to avoid. As ever, unobservant food and even a few transports also blindly wandered into our space.

Despite the hazards, the gang made it unscathed to Harvard constellation, losing pilots in training during the final approach to protect them from the cacauphony of landing. Upon landing, we were subject to many compliments, a perfect way to disperse for more SNAXXX.