Chonk!

At 1000 hours Sunstarday, sleepy pilots mustered all their will, put on their game faces, and arrived at Fort Tyler. Well, some of them did, DeathTrap curmudgeoned himself to a chair. He was deprived of magic black elixir, and needed badly to acquire some. Despite the terrible curse upon him, he was able to pre-flight a ship, and even help his fellow pilots, though nobody saw him do it.

Our forces were required in a great quest.

At nearly 1100 hours, SCUL assembled outside Fort Tyler and awaited further instructions from The Admiral. Roving bands of tuba players and bardic sorts had been transported from lands all around the omniverse into the Camberville system – hundreds of them. They wanted to travel back to their homelands, but in order to do so, first they had to quest from one side of the system to the other. So they requested our help to guide them safely and defend them from marauding rock and roll bands which might clash with their copious style.

On our way to the Davis constellation, Cloudbuster dropped a sonic disruptor. Dogi was quick to rescue it from the coldness of space and present it to the admiral for reattachment.

As we approached the campground of the stranded tuba players, we were greeted by Tree Killer and Stogie, who had heard the call through the far reaches of the galaxy. YT was dressed in white with a large hoop constantly orbiting her body in order to blend in with a group of Saturn worshipers. eXceSs and TubaBubaDuba strapped large springs to their feet to blend in with a bunch of idiots whom, as everyone's grandmother told them, are going to break their necks doing that.

After grabbing some fuel, the march to the Harvard Constellation began. As we pulled into the center of the Davis constellation, the outpouring of love, faith, and good will, was spectacular. The space-way was lined with people from all the planets of Camberville. The tuba players and bards kept the quest light with jaunty, peppy and fun filled tunes, as their fore-fathers would have wanted. Early on it became apparent that Red Squirrel had a flat thruster on Spooky Pirate.

Dogi gave up his craft to someone (Cortana?), while he used his specialized foot-thrusters, to drag Rhinoceros all the way down the Massachusetts Avenue-way. 3speed occasionally passed through our formation, but he had other duties, making sure the Tuba players were safe and happy, and that no civillians were run down.

Skunk, XXIII, DreadFlint and other pilots took turns walking behind SCUL, shouting out words of moral, and keeping us always moving forward as we performed our famous Parade Formation. Swirling, swirling, ever counter-clockwise. This formation, performed correctly, caused time itself to slow down, allowing the stranded Tuba players to move quickly from the Davis to the Harvard constellations, so their provisions would not run out.

As we reached the Harvard Constellation, in five rows of three, or three rows of five, or three dollars and eight quarters in exchange for a five, "SCUL" was announced over a loud speaker and many civillians cheered.

Sewer was named Sentry, but as he went to get food, Dr. Claw stood Sentry, and as he got food, Sprocket stood Sentry with BadCat as Sentry-entertainment. There was much chipotle and indian food consumed, and as the Tubas started their song of joy, SCUL headed off into the Daystarlight, to return epic, to Fort Tyler. Tunes the whole way. Choppering in the afternoon light.

*burdock rode raptor
*joyride and badcat road double barrel
*intercept with 3sp and cortana
*flat on spooky pirate sewer and red squirrel assisted by wheelworks civilian