Status: Success


This Is How We Win

Uncle Civi wants YOU! to join the Starchaser Division

When the battle comes between space invaders and robot overlords, which side will you be on?

In an effort to bolster troops to better patrol local skyways, Civi advertised near and far for food to join up!
Both enlisted SCD and MAD pilots met at Ft Jonathan to gear up, then flew to the nearby Star Store to await recruits. Would any show? Would we see any rogue ships? In an effort to leave our mark, pilots chalked large, adhering the SCUL logo to the ground for all to see.
In the end, 6 brave recruits did show, one even on their own HARV!! We would soon learn that this Harv was known as ChainDrop, as no one had shown the pilot how to align frames during construction. We launched from the Star Store. Within a block, we lost ChainDrop and pilot, and his accompanying friend. He couldn't face the many mechanicals! We hope to instruct him in the ways of re-railers in the future.

With Shadowman's groove buoying the fleet, we cruised along the heaviest of nebulae. During a brief mechanical stop, it dawned on PQ that the trike she flew was, in fact, fixed (ahhh, regrets). As it was already the slowest thing in the skies, she turned around and rode backwards for some time. Others were concerned that she was pedaling so furiously as to reenact the flight of the Wicked Witch.
In the distance, over the nebulae, sky candy demonstrated its glory, trailing our travels. MAD pilots noticed how much more plentiful the stars were in southern skies, as we approached wormhole for shore leave.

"If you wanna good FUNKING," "DANCE HERE" and various and sundry top hats, wings, and skulls were emblazoned upon the scene, to once again impress upon any later food, how much excitement could be found among the Starchasers. Much dancing and Shadowman's fancy juice were had. Hopefully someone preserved the moment when Civi, Xs and Shadowman channelled the Rockettes. It was pretty excellent. Alas, the hour grew late, and we had baby maggot diapers growing dirty.

Up over the wall that holds the heavy nebulae at bay and protects the fine food of New Bedford, we flew, with recruits growing tired. FINALLY found some high fives here, though their recipients were a bit confused. Approaching the end of this section, several more diapers exploded and their wearers burnt up. Still onwards into the night, the fleet travelled. The remainder of the journey was uneventful, and we arrived back at Ft Jonathan, still in possession of a Mad Owl, who rode Angry Candy and had no mechanicals, two minor miracles!! Post mission intergalactic house of pancakes celebration enjoyed by all who didn't need to venture further into the night!
Pilot Ship Points Promotion
Civitron Artemis 465.556   Chief Petty Officer
Cortana Merica 297.658   Aviator
eXceSs Goro 343.801  
Mad Owl Angry Candy 211.933   Pilot
Pastry Queen Clifford 588.408   Ensign
Shadowman My F.E.N.Y.S. 780.263   Petty Officer First Class
TurboHoney Hook 0  
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Taskforce Pilot
Mission Leader Civitron
Deck Officer Shadowman
Gate Attendant Pastry Queen
Navigator Shadowman
Tailgunner TurboHoney
Com-Sat 1 eXceSs
Tool Bag Shadowman
Flat Bag Cortana
Medi Bag TurboHoney
Ambassador Pastry Queen
Chalk Bag TurboHoney
Airlock Shadowman
Life Support 1 Shadowman
Life Support 2 Civitron
Mission Pinner Mad Owl
Mission Debriefer Pastry Queen
Mission Reporter Pastry Queen
Stellar Cartographer Civitron

Mission Parameters

Mission LeaderCivitron
Mission Size 7 pilots
OriginFort Jonathan
DestinationSky Candy
Light Years10.838
G-Well Activity4.750
Technical Rating2.000